“I’d tend to agree with you. But President Pritchart is more of an unknown quantity, and even if she weren’t, it’s possible you and I would both be wrong about Theisman. Even if we’re not, neither he nor Pritchart is operating in a vacuum.”

“No. And even if they were, it would make perfect sense for them to be looking for ways to offset our tactical advantages. In fact, they’d be derelict in their duty if they weren’t looking for them.”

“Absolutely. That’s what has me and Greg so worried. Well, that and the fact that so far no one—including our sources—has seen a single improvement in their pre-truce hardware. It’s been the better part of four T-years, Honor. Do you really think that much time could have passed without a navy which knows exactly how badly outclassed it was by Eighth Fleet introducing even one new weapon improvement?”

“No,” Honor said quietly, and kicked herself for not having wondered the same thing already as she read Jurgensen’s confident reports about the technological gap between the Star Kingdom and the Republic.

“That’s the real reason Wesley and I have been continuing to push the naval budget so hard,” Benjamin told her. “We’re beginning to catch some fairly powerful opposition, especially in the Keys, but we’re determined to go right on building up the Fleet as long as we can. The problem is that we estimate we can only keep it up for another two T-years, three at the outside. After that, we’ll simply have to cut back on our building programs. We may even have to suspend them entirely.”

Honor nodded. Altogether too many of the Star Kingdom’s politicians shared the Government’s ill-concealed opinion that Benjamin’s obsession with continuing to build up the Grayson Navy now that the war was ‘over’ was a reflection of megalomania on his part. After all, no single-planet system like Yeltsin’s Star could possibly match the sort of fleet a star nation like the Star Kingdom or the Republic of Haven could build. But Benjamin hadn’t seemed to realize that, and the GSN was up to a strength of very nearly a hundred ships of the wall. Not only that, virtually all of them were SD(P)s. And that didn’t include the CLACs which had been built or ordered from Manticoran yards to support them. Only the vast increases in onboard automation which had been accepted in the newer designs made it possible for Grayson to man its new construction, even with all of the demobilized Manticoran naval personnel it had managed to attract and even with the scandalous, steadily increasing number of women entering the planetary work force. But she hadn’t needed Benjamin to tell her that the financial strain of that continued buildup was ruinous.

“Have you shared this information with Jurgensen?” she asked after a moment.

“We’ve tried to,” Benjamin said bitterly. “Unfortunately, he seems to suffer from a bad case of ‘not made here’ where anything he doesn’t want to hear about is concerned.”