“So you recommend against shifting our deployments?” High Ridge asked.

“Any changes we made at this point would have a purely marginal effect. It would take weeks, at least, for news of them to reach Nouveau Paris, which would effectively prevent them from exercising any deterrent effect on Pritchart and Theisman in the interim. It’s possible that when Theisman did learn of them, he might very well misinterpret them as responses generated out of panic. And even leaving all of that aside, if we start juggling our forces and the Republic does try something, we run the risk of being caught off balance. We could very easily find ourselves with units in transit from one star system to another instead of available at their current stations in the event of an attack.

“I’m not saying I might not change my opinion as the situation continues to develop and more information on Theisman’s deployments becomes available. All I’m saying is that on the basis of what we now know, any redeployment we might attempt would be based on guesswork, at best. As a result, the chance of accomplishing anything worthwhile in military terms would be slight, especially in light of any such move’s potentially escalating effect on the political situation.”

The Prime Minister gazed at him for several long moments, then shrugged.

“You’re the best informed on our military posture, Edward. If that’s your advice, I’m inclined to take it. But at the same time, something more than a business-as-usual response is required in this case. Since the Republic has seen fit to be so terse and explicit in its latest communique to us, I propose that we be equally terse in response.”

“Do you believe they’re actually prepared—willing, I mean—to go back to war?” New Kiev asked unhappily.

“I don’t know,” High Ridge admitted with unwonted honesty. “I doubt that they would have been this confrontational without considering the possibility, at least. At the same time, they did stop short of formally breaking off talks. That suggests they’re not prepared yet to simply walk away from the conference table. So it’s time for us to point out to them that that’s precisely the corner their intransigence is painting both sides into.”

“Do you suppose,” New Kiev suggested hesitantly, “that it might be worthwhile to suggest the possibility of a direct ministerial level conference? If we were to invite Secretary of State Giancola to personally visit the Star Kingdom, then perhaps it might be possible to put the brakes on even at this late date.”

“I can’t fault your motives for suggesting the possibility, Marisa,” High Ridge replied heavily. “But I think that before we issue any such invitations, we have to make it plain we’re not prepared to be dictated to. The first step is to make it absolutely clear to Pritchart and her administration that this outrageous escalation of her demands is completely unacceptable. Once we’ve pruned their expectations back to something which might conceivably be acceptable to us, it would make an enormous amount of sense to invite Giancola—or possibly even Pritchart herself—to visit Manticore in a bid to restart the peace process on a new basis.”