“Honor, I love Beth as my cousin, and I respect her as my monarch,” she said after a moment. “But she has the temper of a hexapuma with a broken tooth when something sets her off, and you and I both know it. If she’d just managed to hang onto it when the High Ridge Government was first being formed, she might have been able to split them up instead of driving them together in opposition to her.”

“I didn’t say she’d handled things perfectly,” Honor pointed out, leaning back while Nimitz arranged himself comfortably across her lap. Samantha wiggled down from LaFollet’s arms to join him, and Honor gave the female ’cat’s ears a welcoming caress. “In fact,” she went on, “Elizabeth would be the first to agree that she blew her best opportunity to hang onto control when she lost her temper with them. But while you’ve been off having adventures in space, I’ve been sitting on my posterior in the House of Lords, watching High Ridge in action. And from what I’ve seen there, I don’t think it really mattered, in the long run, how she handled them.”

“I beg your pardon?” Henke said just a bit uncomfortably. She knew Honor hadn’t meant it as a criticism, but she couldn’t help feeling at least a little guilty. Her mother held a seat of her own in the Lords as a duchess in her own right, so she and Michelle had seen no reason why she shouldn’t hold her daughter’s proxy and represent them both. Duchess Winton-Henke had always found politics far more absorbing than Michelle ever had, and the deaths of her husband and son had left her looking for a distraction. Michelle had needed a distraction of her own, which she’d found by throwing herself even more completely into her space-going duties as an officer in the Royal Manticoran Navy.

A distraction Honor had been conspicuously denied.

“Even assuming that there were no ideological fissures within the High Ridge Government, there aren’t enough Conservatives, Liberals, and Progressives in the Lords to sustain High Ridge’s majority without the support of at least some of the Independents,” Honor pointed out. “High Ridge has managed to bring Wallace’s New Men on board, as well, of course, but even that’s not enough to change the dynamics of the major parties significantly. And however much she might have frightened or angered High Ridge and his cronies, she never said anything threatening to the Independents who’ve decided to support him, now did she?”

“No,” Henke admitted, remembering bits and pieces of conversations she’d had with her mother and finding herself wishing she’d paid more attention at the time.

“Of course not. He managed to gain their support without her ever losing her temper with them. And even if she had, you would have thought something like the Manpower Scandal would have split a lot of those Independents away from the Government.”

“As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what I expected to happen when Cathy Montaigne dropped her bomb,” Henke agreed, and shrugged. “Personally, I always liked Cathy. I thought she was a little dippy before she went off to Old Earth, maybe, but it was obvious she’s always believed in her principles. And, damn, but I like her style.”