“Even if they noticed them,” Truman observed, “they probably wouldn’t guess the reason they were there. I mean, on the face of it, the whole idea is pretty absurd. I doubt that something so preposterous would occur to any rational analyst.”

“Not ‘preposterous,’ ” Honor corrected. “ ‘Audacious’ would be closer to it.”

“ ‘Lunacy’ would be even better!” Yu shot back. “Or maybe it would be even more accurate to call it ‘delusions of grandeur.’ ” He shook his head. “I hate thinking that Tom Theisman could become as guilty of strategic overreach as this looks like.”

“It’s only overreach if they don’t actually have the combat power to pull it off,” Truman pointed out.

“Alice is right, Alfredo,” Honor said. “In fact, that’s what worries me the most about it. I don’t know Theisman as well as you do, of course, but what I do know of him suggests that he’s not very likely to succumb to the temptations of overreaching. That’s what I keep coming back to. He wouldn’t have sent this force all the way out here if he hadn’t thought he was retaining sufficient strength closer to home when he did.”

“I know,” Yu agreed. “Maybe I’m just trying to give myself some sort of false courage by convincing myself that Tom has screwed up by the numbers this time. But I guess what really bothers me the most about it is that Tom Theisman is the last person in the galaxy I would have expected to want to go back to war with the Star Kingdom. My God! Look at what the man’s accomplished. Why in Heaven’s name would he risk throwing that away when the diplomats are still talking?”

“It may not have been his idea,” Honor said almost soothingly. “There are other decision-makers involved, you know. And, I hate to say it, but the situation may very well look different from his side of the line. As you say, the diplomats are still talking, but how long has it been since they actually said anything to one another? Or, at least,” she corrected herself bitterly, “since High Ridge and Descroix have shown any sign of really wanting a treaty?”

“I hope you and Alfredo won’t take this wrongly,” McKeon said, “but the bottom line from our perspective out here is that it doesn’t really matter why Theisman might have decided to send his ‘Second Fleet’ out to Silesia. Other than the fact that it’s obviously here to attack someone, I mean.” Honor and Yu looked at him, and he shrugged without straightening up in his chair. “I liked Theisman when I met him at Yeltsin’s Star, too. And I wouldn’t have picked him for the heavy in this piece, either. But whatever his motives, and however justified they may have been by the admitted stupidity of our own beloved Prime Minister, what we really need to consider right now are the consequences. And the consequences are that there’s a Havenite fleet, of unknown size and strength, at a currently unknown position, for the purposes of carrying out a mission whose objectives I think we can all guess with a fair degree of accuracy. Which brings me back to my original point. I wish we had some damned idea where the hell they are!”