“Put that way, Hamish,” Emily said slowly, “Honor certainly seems to have a point.”

“Of course she does,” White Haven said a bit testily. “And as far as I’m aware, she’s the only person in the ‘inner circle,’ as it were, who’s ever personally met the man. Not to mention the… special insight she has into people. I’m not trying to discount anything she’s said. But the central, unpalatable fact remains. Why ever he did it, he’s publicly signed off on the Pritchart version of the negotiating process.” He shrugged. “Honor, he hasn’t simply said that he’s ‘following orders’ because Pritchart is his President, or even because he believes what she’s told him. He’s publicly on record as having seen diplomatic correspondence which we know for a fact didn’t exist.”

He shook his head, and Honor sighed and nodded in unhappy acknowledgment of his point. She still couldn’t believe it, not of the Thomas Theisman she’d met. And yet, there it was. Whether she could believe it or not, it had happened. And God knew people often changed. It was just that she couldn’t imagine what sort of process could have so completely warped the internal steel of the man she’d known in so short of time.

“Well, whatever is going on there,” she said, “how bad is it, really, on the military front? And can we really afford to have you sitting in a dirtside office as First Lord instead of in a fleet command? I’m supposed to visit the Admiralty tomorrow afternoon for a formal briefing from Admiral Givens, but the bits and pieces I’ve already heard aren’t very encouraging.”

“I suppose that’s one way to put it,” White Haven said grimly. He reached for his wineglass and sipped deeply, then put it down and leaned back in his chair.

“As far as where we can ‘afford’ for me to be, I don’t see any alternative to my taking on the Admiralty. I don’t want to, but someone has to do it, and Elizabeth and Willy are right about how important is it for that someone to be a person the entire Alliance trusts. Which, for our sins, means either me or you. And, to be perfectly honest about it, it makes a lot more sense for it to be me. So I suppose—” he smiled crookedly at her “—that this war is going to be yours, Honor. Not mine.

“As for how bad the situation is, High Ridge and Janacek between them, with more than a little help from Reginald Houseman, managed to do even more damage than we’d guessed. Of course, what happened when the Peeps hit us made it far worse, but if they hadn’t set us up for the blow, our backs wouldn’t be so firmly against the wall.”

“Basically, we’ve lost in excess of twenty-six hundred LACs, seventy cruisers and light cruisers, forty-one battlecruisers, and sixty-one superdreadnoughts.” Honor inhaled sharply as he listed the figures. “None of which includes all of the ships which were currently under construction at Grendelsbane, or the construction personnel we lost there and in half a dozen minor repair facilities scattered around what were occupied Peep star systems. And we’ve lost,” he finished in a granite voice, “every single system we’d taken away from them—with the sole exception of Trevor’s Star—since the war started. We’re back where we were strategically on Day One, aside from controlling all of the Junction termini, and proportionately, we’re much weaker now compared to the Peep navy than we were before the Battle of Hancock.”