Which suggested that he wasn’t in any particular hurry. Which, in turn, suggested that he wasn’t pushing the envelope on his compensator.

Which suggested that the Andermani Navy had cracked the secret of the improved compensator efficiency which had been one of the RMN’s major tactical advantages over the Peeps for years.

Thomas Bachfisch had visited his native star nation no more than half a dozen times over the past forty T-years. Most of his old friends and associates in the Star Kingdom had given up on him decades ago, sadly writing him off as someone who had “gone native” in Silesia, of all places. And, he admitted, there was at least some truth to that verdict. But that didn’t mean he’d failed to stay abreast of the news from Manticore, and he had a shrewd notion that the Queen’s Navy would not be happy to discover that the increasingly resentful Imperial Andermani Navy’s ships were now just as fast as its own.

Assuming anyone at the current Admiralty was prepared to believe it, at any rate.

Chapter Five

ADMIRAL Sir Edward Janacek (retired), Royal Manticoran Navy, looked up from the report on his desk terminal and hid a frown as his yeoman secretary ushered Reginald Houseman into his office. He hid it because the First Lord of Admiralty of the Star Kingdom of Manticore wasn’t supposed to greet one of his fellow lords with a grimace. But despite almost thirty T-years as a civilian, he continued to think of himself as a naval officer, and any naval officer would have regarded Houseman with distaste. Houseman rarely even attempted to conceal his own deep and abiding contempt for the Star Kingdom’s military, and when he did make the attempt, he failed. Worse, Houseman and his entire family were hopelessly inept and politically naive in Janacek’s view… to put it mildly. The fact that they were exactly the sort of Liberal Party idiots Janacek had left the Navy in order to oppose more effectively made the current situation more ironic than he cared to contemplate, but there it was. Houseman and his allies among the Liberals were absolutely essential at the moment, which was what made it politically impossible for Janacek to allow his distaste to show.

“The Second Lord is here, Sir,” the secretary announced unnecessarily, in the obsequious voice he kept on tap especially for Houseman’s visits. Like many who not so secretly despised the military, Houseman reveled in any opportunity to extract subservience from it.

“Thank you, Christopher.” Janacek nodded dismissal to the secretary, then stood and extended his hand to Houseman. “It’s always good to see you, Reginald,” he lied smoothly. “Should I assume you have those projections for me?”

“Edward,” Houseman replied, shaking the proffered hand with a smile Janacek felt certain was at least as false as his own. The First Lord waved for his visitor to seat himself, and Houseman settled into one of the comfortable chairs facing Janacek’s desk.

“I do, indeed, have the numbers you requested,” he went on, and produced a chip folio. He leaned forward to place the folio on the corner of Janacek’s blotter, then leaned back once again. “And they support your conclusions rather well, actually.”