“I reiterate, Edward. In my opinion as First Space Lord, we either have to reinforce Sidemore significantly, or else we have to draft new instructions for the station commander, reducing the scope of what we expect her to do with the forces she has.”

“I don’t think that’s politically possible,” Janacek said slowly. “Not right now. Not when we’re already in such a delicate position with the Republic. Even if it’s not exactly what Theisman has been trying to convince us to do, it would be too great a concession of weakness.”

“It would be an admission of reality,” Chakrabarti replied crisply.

“No, it’s out of the question,” Janacek said firmly.

“In that case,” Chakrabarti said, “I see no option but to tender my resignation as First Space Lord.”

Janacek stared at him in utter disbelief.

“You can’t be serious!”

“I’m afraid I can, Edward.” Chakrabarti shook his head. “I won’t pretend I’m happy about it, because I’m not. But I’ve been telling you for months that we’ve got too many forest fires. In my opinion, we have got to reduce our obligations and consolidate our forces. In fact, I deeply regret having earlier supported such deep reductions in our naval strength.”

“It’s a bit late to be bringing up that particular piece of after-the-fact wisdom!” Janacek snapped.

“Yes, it is,” Chakrabarti agreed. “And given what we knew at the time we decided to make them, I’d probably have made the same decision today. What I meant was simply that because of those reductions we lack the strength to even contemplate a two-front war. And that’s precisely what we’re going to be looking at if the Andies have decided to push and we simultaneously stumble back into hostilities with the Republic. I don’t know about you, but I am not going to bear the responsibility for finding ourselves in that position. So either the Government is going to have to decide to alter Duchess Harrington’s instructions so we can actually bring some of her strength home, or else I’m very much afraid that you’re going to have to find a new First Space Lord.”

“But—”

“No, Edward,” Chakrabarti interrupted firmly. “We need to consolidate our strength. Either we call the bulk of Task Force Thirty-Four home from Sidemore, or else we find the strength to reinforce our system pickets somewhere else. Or else I resign.”

“But there isn’t anywhere else!”

“There’s always Grayson,” Chakrabarti said flatly.

“No! No, I refuse to beg those neobarb bastards for help!”

“I know you don’t trust them, and I know you don’t like them. Hell, I don’t like them myself!” Chakrabarti barked a laugh. “But they’ve got the naval strength to reinforce our pickets in the occupied systems sufficiently to give the Republic pause… if they’ll do it.”

Janacek’s jaw clamped, and he glared furiously at the First Space Lord. The confrontation with White Haven had left his emotions lacerated and raw. It had also left him determined to prove once and for all to that superior, sanctimonious, supercilious son-of-a-bitch that he wasn’t fucking infallible after all. And that he and his precious “Salamander” weren’t going to call the tune for the Admiralty’s piping the way the two of them had when Mourncreek was First Lord.