“Hamish.” Benjamin’s greeting was warm, but it was also subdued and dark with anxiety.

“Your Grace,” White Haven replied as they shook hands. “Thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Benjamin said, shaking his head. “I’d have made room in my schedule even if you’d turned up totally unannounced. As it was, Honor’s letter had warned me you’d probably be coming.”

“Well,” White Haven acknowledged with a grimace, “she certainly predicted Janacek’s reaction accurately enough, so I don’t suppose I should be surprised she predicted mine, as well!”

“Under the circumstances,” Matthews said grimly, “it didn’t really require very much clairvoyance on her part, I’m afraid.”

“Probably not,” White Haven agreed. Benjamin waved him into a chair, and the earl sat obediently. An armsman appeared beside him, and White Haven grinned, despite the seriousness of the moment, as a bottle of Old Tillman materialized on the small table at his elbow.

“Now,” Benjamin said briskly as the earl reached for his beer, “according to the letter Honor sent me, she believes Eloise Pritchart is seriously contemplating resuming active operations against the Star Kingdom. I have to admit that even now that surprises me just a bit. Do you think she’s right, Hamish?”

“I’m afraid I do,” White Haven said somberly. He set the beer bottle back down, and leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m not privy to the details of the diplomatic exchanges between High Ridge and Pritchart, Your Grace. I don’t think anyone outside the High Ridge Cabinet is—not in the Star Kingdom, anyway. From what I do know, though, it seems fairly obvious that the treaty negotiations have been deteriorating steadily for months now.”

“Actually,” Paxton said quietly, “the deterioration you refer to started well over a T-year and a half ago, My Lord.” White Haven looked at him, and the intelligence director shrugged. “There was never any real hope of a treaty, but it’s only been in the past eighteen T-months or so that Pritchart began really pushing the Star Kingdom for some sort of significant progress.”

“All right,” White Haven agreed. “A year and a half, then. At any rate, the truce talks have been shuddering towards a breakdown for quite some time. Now, if my brother’s sources in the Foreign Office are correct, they’re on the brink of a complete collapse. In the middle of all this, we have Theisman announcing the existence of his new navy, and then this ‘Second Fleet’ they’ve run in on Honor in Silesia.”

He shook his head.

“Like Honor, the only explanation I can come up with is that they’re actively planning to attack us,” he sighed, still shaking his head. “And I wish to Hell I could blame them for it!”

“I’m afraid we agree with Lady Harrington and Earl White Haven, Your Grace,” Matthews put in. “Naval Intelligence has shared everything we had with Sword Intelligence, and Greg’s analysts agree with ours. We can’t say for certain that the Republic has definitely made up its mind to launch an attack, but it’s obviously putting its assets in place with that possibility in mind. We’ve known that for quite some time. Lady Harrington’s discovery that they’re actually going so far as to deploy forces all the way to Silesia confirms our existing suspicions.”