“I wasn’t particularly happy over what Admiral Jurgensen’s briefers had to say to me, either,” Honor told him. “But you sound as if you and Greg are seeing something even worse than I saw from them.”

“I don’t know about ‘worse,’ but I’ve got a hunch that we’re seeing more.”

“What do you mean, ‘more’?” Honor’s frown was more than merely intense now. Gregory Paxton had been her staff intelligence officer when she’d commanded her first battle squadron here at Yeltsin’s Star. He held multiple doctorates, and was one of the more brilliant analysts she’d ever worked with. More to the point, Benjamin and his murdered chancellor, Lord Prestwick, had nabbed Paxton from the Navy when they required a new director for Sword Intelligence, and from everything she’d heard since, he’d done an even more impressive job there than he had for her.

“I haven’t wanted to say anything about it in my letters to you,” Benjamin admitted, “because, frankly, you’ve had enough to worry about in the Star Kingdom without my adding still more, possibly groundless concerns to it. But before Admiral Givens… went on vacation, she and Greg had arranged for us to see the raw take from her sources, as well as her analysis of the data. Since she left the Admiralty, what we’re getting is much more restricted.”

“How?”

“We’re not seeing any of the raw data anymore. Officially, ONI is concerned about maintaining security, and to be perfectly honest, that concern—which started the day Admiral Jurgensen arrived on the scene—has struck a lot of our intel people as fairly insulting.”

Benjamin’s tone was light, but Honor could taste the anger behind it and knew his intelligence people weren’t the only ones who’d found the shutdown of information flow insulting.

“To the best of our knowledge,” he continued, “and Admiral Jurgensen hasn’t provided any evidence that our knowledge is incomplete, we’ve never had a breach of security where shared intelligence material was concerned. The same can’t be said for ONI, where the evidence is very strong that in at least two cases information we provided them somehow ended up in Peep hands. And while Jurgensen hasn’t quite come out and said so, he’s made it clear enough that his real concern is the ‘Peep turncoats’ in our service.”

Honor’s nostrils flared, and sudden anger sparkled in her eyes.

“Alfredo and Warner are two of the most honorable, reliable men I’ve ever met!” she said roundly. “And for someone like Jurgensen to—!”

“Calmly, Honor. Calmly!” Benjamin shook his head wryly. “I knew you were going to explode when I got to that part. And, frankly, I don’t disagree with you. But please believe me when I say that Jurgensen’s paranoia doesn’t mean a thing to anyone in this star system. We have absolutely no qualms at all about trusting our ‘turncoats.’ ”

“I should hope not!” Honor snorted. Then she made herself sit back in her chair. Nimitz flowed from his high chair into her lap and stood up on his true-feet like an Old Terran prairie dog, leaning his back against her, and she wrapped her flesh-and-blood arm around him.