“Your suggestion worked even better than I’d hoped it would… in the short term,” he told Georgia Young, abandoning any pretense that the idea had ever been her husband’s. “It took Harrington and White Haven completely out of the equation while we fought through the new budget. But it’s beginning to look as if our short term victory is going to prove a long term defeat. Unless you’ve managed to come up with some answer to the rebound in their popularity with the proles, that is.”

Almost everyone else in the Prime Minister’s paneled office turned to look at Lady North Hollow, but she returned their half-accusing glares with calm composure. Then she waved one graceful hand at the Second Lord of Admiralty, the single person who wasn’t glowering at her at the moment, and smiled at High Ridge.

“As a matter of fact, Prime Minister, I believe Reginald and I may actually have come up with a solution of sorts. It’s not a perfect one, but then so few things in this world are truly perfect.”

“Solution? What kind of solution?” Janacek demanded. He got the questions in before anyone else could ask, but it was a close run thing.

“I’ve been doing some additional… research on Harrington and White Haven,” the countess replied. “It hasn’t been easy. In fact, it’s been impossible to get anyone inside Harrington’s household or inner circle. Her security is provided entirely by her Steadholder’s Guard, with backup from the Palace Guard Service, and it’s the next best thing to impenetrable. Not to mention the fact that she herself seems to have a damnable ability to ‘read’ the people around her. I’ve never seen anything like it.

“Fortunately, White Haven isn’t quite that tough a nut. He maintains excellent security on the sensitive materials he receives as a member of the Naval Affairs Committee, and his people are almost as loyal as Harrington’s. But they’re not as security conscious about, ah… household matters as hers are. I wasn’t able to put anyone actually inside his or his wife’s quarters, but I did manage to get a few listening devices into the servant’s quarters. And some of his people let much more slip than they thought they did when someone asked them the right questions.”

High Ridge and Janacek looked uncomfortable at her deliberate reminder of precisely what it was she did for them. The calm, matter-of-fact way she discussed spying on their political opponents made both of them uneasy, if only because of their awareness of the consequences if they were caught at it. Such privacy violations were illegal for anyone, but the fines and even jail time violators could draw would have been minor considerations beside the devastating public opinion damage awaiting any politician who got caught actually bugging his opponents. And what would have been bad enough for any political figure would be even worse for one of the leaders of the current Government, which was supposed to be in charge of stopping anyone from committing such acts.