That was precisely why the High Ridge Government had been so assiduously attempting to buy public support… and what had made Duchess Harrington and Earl White Haven so valuable as the Opposition’s spokespeople in the House of Lords. Where the naval budgets, in particular, were concerned, their voices carried a great deal of weight with the electorate.

And it was also why High Ridge and his allies wanted so desperately to reduce their effectiveness by any means possible.

The members of the Government themselves had to be extremely careful about seeming to pick personal quarrels with the two most famous heroes of the war against the Peeps. But that only required them to be more inventive and delegate attacks to suitably distanced henchmen. Nor did it do a thing to restrain the Government-sponsored “commentators” and “faxes” or the idiots who actually believed them, and Lady Harrington’s cumulative exhaustion was beginning to show.

Of course, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t had more than her fair share of experience with partisan press coverage, both in the Star Kingdom and on Grayson, and she handled it with a degree of outward calm Maxwell was privately certain was mostly mask. He’d come to know her well enough over the past few T-years to recognize that for all her ability to project serenity and calm, her temper was probably at least as dangerous as that of the Queen herself. It seemed to be more difficult to make her lose it, but he would have been very hesitant to suggest that anything at all was beyond her once she did… as the ghosts of Pavel Young and Denver Summervale could have attested.

In a way, it was even worse for her than for either of the Alexander brothers, Maxwell reflected. At least High Ridge and his cronies regarded them as representing only a single dangerous opponent, whereas it was no secret at all that Lady Harrington’s contributions to debates in the Lords represented the views of Protector Benjamin, as well as those of Elizabeth III.

Neither of whom gave a thimble of spit in a blast furnace for Baron High Ridge and his ministerial colleagues.

The attorney started to say something, then changed his mind. He could hardly tell her anything she didn’t already know. And even if he could have, it really wasn’t his place to offer her unsolicited political advice or confidences, whatever rumors he might have been picking up.

Besides, he reflected, there’s a better way to do it… assuming I decide I have any business sticking my oar into her private life, that is. I won’t have to tell her a thing; I’ll just have to have a word with Miranda or Mac. Let them figure out how to bring it up with her.

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“Lord Alexander and Earl White Haven have arrived, Your Grace.”

“Thank you, Mac. Ask them to come straight in, would you please?”

“Of course, Your Grace.”

Honor put her reader on hold, freezing it on the third page of Midshipwoman Zilwicki’s analysis of the Battle of Cape St. Vincent, and looked up with a smile. James MacGuiness, the only steward in the entire Royal Manticoran Navy who wasn’t actually in the Navy, smiled back at her, and then bent his head in an almost-bow before he withdrew from her study. She watched him go fondly, fully aware of how critical to the smooth functioning of her life he’d become over the past twenty T-years.