Elaine Descroix’s eyes narrowed, and she gazed at him intently.

“Exactly what ‘no uncertain terms’ did you have in mind, Michael?”

“Given the present… uncertainty as to the actual naval balance of power,” the Prime Minister said, bestowing a moderately venomous look upon Sir Edward Janacek, “it’s essential that we not be responsible for initiating any sort of military confrontation.”

“That’s certainly true enough,” Descroix agreed, joining him in glaring at Janacek. The First Lord glared back like a beleaguered bear besieged by too many hounds. True to his word, Chakrabarti had kept his mouth shut about the reasons for his resignation, but his departure hadn’t helped a bit. In fact, as Janacek was becoming increasingly well aware, his own position at the Admiralty hung by a thread.

“The Admiralty has no intention of provoking any confrontations,” he said flatly. “At the same time, I’d like to ask all of you to remember that before we ever sent our last note to Pritchart, I put forward a proposal for preventing this very situation from arising. Had the rest of the Cabinet supported me and Admiral Chakrabarti at that time,” he continued, ruthlessly attaching the departed First Space Lord’s name to a plan he’d never supported with any warmth, “our current problems might have been avoided. And Admiralty Chakrabarti might still be serving at the Admiralty.”

No one else in the Cabinet knew what had actually passed between him and Chakrabarti, and he saw one or two eyes flicker away from his own as he stared at them defiantly.

“Well, that’s all very well,” Descroix said after a moment, “and no doubt you have a point, Edward. But Michael has one, too. And the preemptive strike you wanted to launch certainly would have represented ‘initiating’ a military confrontation!”

“I’m very well aware of that point,” Janacek replied. “And I’m not disputing Michael’s authority to rule against my proposal. But I want it firmly understood that it was a political decision, however well justified it may have been, to reject a military resolution of our difficulties.”

“Are you saying you still want to pursue that option?” Descroix demanded.

“I’m not certain we still could, even if the Cabinet reversed itself and authorized us to. Given the fact that tensions are even higher now than they were then, it’s entirely possible—even probable—that some or all of Theisman’s modern vessels have been deployed away from Haven.”

“Then what would you propose doing?” Stefan Young asked.

“Frankly, our purely military options are limited at this point,” Janacek said. “There are several things we could do, but most of them would be purely cosmetic, in my opinion.”

For just an instant, he considered purposing a further reinforcement of Trevor’s Star. But only for an instant. Without calling on Grayson—which he would never do—the only place reinforcements could have come from would be Home Fleet. Diverting forces from the Star Kingdom’s home system would have been an unthinkable admission of weakness and fear. Besides, there was no real need to. If necessary, Home Fleet in its entirety could be deployed to Trevor’s Star in considerably less than a single standard day.