No, O'Malley corrected himself. They had one other card, beside the pods. They had Terekhov.

  He looked at the broad-shouldered, bearded captain whose blue eyes looked steadily back from under the band of his white beret. He looked so . . . ordinary in so many ways. A bit taller than average, perhaps. But there were only those unflinching eyes to give the lie to his ordinary appearance. And they were enough, O'Malley decided. Enough to explain why this man was already being compared by some to Honor Harrington or Ellen D'Orville. Perhaps even to Edward Saganami himself.

  O'Malley wondered what Terekhov had thought when Hercules finally arrived. Had he been relieved? Or had he anticipated that Khumalo would order his arrest? Have him charged, court-martialed? From what O'Malley had seen of Terekhov since his own arrival in Monica with the Home Fleet relief force and Dame Amandine Corvisart, he suspected that the thought of court-martial and disgrace had held no terror for this man. No officer with the moral courage to do what he'd done, to risk—and suffer—the casualties his people had taken, after having already survived the Battle of Hyacinth, would hesitate to pay the price he'd known his decision might carry. Which was not to say he would have found the destruction of his own naval career any less agonizing simply because his own sense of duty had required that sacrifice of him.

  Yet whatever Terekhov might have feared, Augustus Khumalo had turned out to possess hidden depths of his own. Depths Quentin O'Malley, for one, would never have suspected. Whatever Khumalo might have thought during his long voyage from Spindle to Monica, he had never hesitated or wavered a single millimeter after his arrival. He'd backed Terekhov's actions to the hilt. When Roberto Tyler demanded that he withdraw immediately from Monican territory, Khumalo had flatly refused. Perhaps the evidence of the two remaining Indefatigable-class battlecruisers at Eroica Station helped explain that. Yet O'Malley felt oddly certain that Khumalo would have supported Terekhov's actions anyway. The man would never be a brilliant officer, perhaps, but he'd demonstrated an astonishing depth of moral courage of his own, and his undamaged superdreadnought flagship and her consorts had been more than sufficient to transform the tense stalemate in Monica into a complete Monican surrender. Especially when he endorsed Terekhov's threat to destroy the remaining battlecruisers by bombardment.

  There might still be a little hell to pay over that, O'Malley reflected. Under the letter of interstellar law, Terekhov and Khumalo would have been within the legitimate rights of a belligerent had they done precisely what they threatened, but that wasn't the sort of tactic the Royal Manticoran Navy normally embraced. Especially not when the Navy had invaded another sovereign star system without benefit of the minor formality of a declaration of war. Not to mention the fact that destroying the remaining battlecruisers might very well also have destroyed all supporting evidence for Terekhov's interpretation of the Monicans intentions if Tyler had chosen to stonewall.

  Yet circumstances sometimes required draconian measures, and O'Malley's own report had fully endorsed Khumalo's and Terekhov's actions. And, unlike some, Vice Admiral O'Malley had no doubt whatsoever that Terekhov, at least, would have done exactly what he'd said he would do.

  More importantly, perhaps, Roberto Tyler had believed it. When Dame Amandine finally arrived aboard O'Malley's flagship, over a month after the battle, Tyler had been a broken man, desperate to save what he could from the wreckage. Some of his subordinates, like Admiral Bourmont, had clearly clung to the hope that Frontier Security and the League might yet ride to their rescue. Tyler had cherished no such illusion. Or, at least, no hope that they would do so in time to make any difference to him personally. And so, rather than defy Dame Amandine's demands, he'd capitulated promptly in return for her promise that O'Malley would not complete the destruction of his military forces or forcibly topple his regime.

  The bargain had been a simple one. In return for its continued existence, the Republic of Monica had signed a permanent nonaggression pact with the Star Kingdom of Manticore . . . and surrendered to Manticore the two surviving battlecruisers and all documentary evidence of the involvement of Manpower, Technodyne Industries, and the Jessyk Combine in its projected seizure of the Lynx Terminus.

  Dame Amandine had proven fiendishly devious, too. She'd actually arranged for her own diplomatic and intelligence teams to be accompanied every step of the way by representatives of the Sollies' own interstellar news services. The League's reporters had observed every bit of evidence as it was handed over by the Monicans, and they'd been allowed to examine it themselves. O'Malley had seen their reportage, and in his opinion, no unbiased observer could possibly doubt the validity of that evidence. Of course, that probably wouldn't make a great deal of difference to Manpower or Jessyk. They were both headquartered in Mesa, not the League. As such, the League had no responsibility for or jurisdiction over their actions, however reprehensible the League might—officially—consider those actions.

  Technodyne, though. Technodyne was another matter entirely. Izrok Levakonic hadn't survived the destruction of the military component of Eroica Station, but his body had been positively identified, and his personal computer files had been recovered from the wreckage. Coupled with the evidence Tyler had provided as the price for continued political survival, Technodyne's guilt could not be denied. In the face of such evidence not even the League's bureaucracies could protect the enormous corporation, and it had already collapsed, the value of its stock plummeting, a third of its board of directors already under indictment, and half of those not indicted—yet—turning state's evidence in an effort to save their own skins.

  No doubt Technodyne would survive. It was too big, too important to the League—both to its economy and its military—to be allowed to fail completely. So one day it would reemerge, phoenixlike, from the flames of reorganization, but not quickly or soon. And at least some of those responsible for what had happened here would probably actually spend time in prison, which was more than O'Malley had ever believed might happen.

  Dame Amandine had already announced the Star Kingdom's intention of seeking the extradition from Mesa of Aldona Anisimovna and Isabel Bardasano on charges of complicity in murder, terrorism, and illegal weapons trafficking. No one believed for an instant that the extradition request would be granted, but at least Anisimovna and Bardasano would know what was waiting for them if Manticore ever did get its hands on them.

  The one thing which had unfortunately avoided Dame Amandine was positive proof of Frontier Security's involvement. Anisimovna and Bardasano had gotten off Monica aboard their private ship before Khumalo arrived. With his own ships so badly damaged, Terekhov would have been unable to prevent their escape even if he'd known about it in time, and all indications were that certain Gendarmerie officers had disappeared with them. Tyler and Alfonso Higgins, the head of his intelligence services, both claimed the Gendarmes—and, so, by extension, Frontier Security itself—had provided Anisimovna with significant support. But there was no concrete evidence to support that contention, and so Dame Amandine had opted to make no charges against OFS.

  O'Malley didn't like that, but he understood it. Even with absolute, irrefutable proof such charges would have been extremely dangerous. They would have backed Lorcan Verrochio into a corner, and there was no way of knowing how he and his fellow Frontier Security satraps would have responded. Given the powerful Solarian bureaucracies' de facto control of League policy, it was entirely possible that accusing OFS of complicity would have resulted in outright hostilities with the Sollies. And so, reluctantly, O'Malley found himself forced to agree with Dame Amandine's decision. It left a sour taste, but sour tastes sometimes had to be swallowed.

  And no amount of pulser dart-dodging on Frontier Security's part could detract one iota from what Terekhov and his people had accomplished in Monica.

  "Well, Captain," the vice admiral said, holding out his hand, "I'm sure the yard will put her back to rights quickly. We need her—and you—back in service. Godspeed, Captain."

 
"Thank you, Sir." Terekhov gripped his hand firmly. Then he stepped back and saluted. Electronic bosun's pipes wailed and the side party came to attention, and Terekhov turned and swung himself across the interface into the zero-gravity of his waiting pinnace's boarding tube. Then he was gone, and Vice Admiral Quentin O'Malley discovered that the boat bay gallery was a smaller, poorer place without that ordinary-looking man.

  * * *

  HMS Hexapuma and HMS Warlock emerged from the central terminus of the Manticoran Wormhole Junction, exactly one T-year from the day Midshipwoman Helen Zilwicki, Midshipman Aikawa Kagiyama, and Midshipwoman Ragnhild Pavletic had reported aboard her. Now Ensign Zilwicki sat beside Lieutenant Senior Grade Abigail Hearns at Tactical. Naomi Kaplan would live, and return to duty, but her injuries had been so severe that she'd been returned to Manticore for treatment months ago. Abigail was undoubtedly too junior for permanent duty as a Saganami-C-class heavy cruiser's tactical officer, but Captain Terekhov had flatly refused to allow anyone to replace her before Hexapuma's return to Manticore.

  Helen was glad. And she was glad some other people were still aboard, as well.

  She glanced over her shoulder and hid a broad mental smile as her eye met Paulo's. Ansten FitzGerald had been less severely wounded than Kaplan, but although he'd been permitted to return to active duty for Hexapuma's voyage back to Manticore, he was still in obvious pain and more than a little shaky. That wasn't especially amusing to anyone who knew and respected the Exec, but watching Aikawa Kagiyama hovering—unobtrusively, he undoubtedly imagined—in the background while he kept an anxious eye on FitzGerald certainly was.

  "Message from Invictus, Sir," Amal Nagchaudhuri announced.

  "Yes?" Terekhov turned his command chair to face the communications officer. HMS Invictus was the flagship of Home Fleet, no doubt in orbit about the planet of Manticore.

  "Message begins," Nagchaudhuri began, and something in his tone made Helen look at him sharply.

  "'To Captain Aivars Terekhov and the men and women of HMS Hexapuma and HMS Warlock, from Admiral of the Green Sebastian D'Orville, Commanding Officer, Home Fleet. Well done.' Message ends."

  Helen frowned, but before the message had time to sink in, the main tactical display changed abruptly. In one perfectly synchronized moment, forty-two superdreadnoughts, sixteen CLACs, twelve battlecruisers, thirty-six heavy and light cruisers, thirty-two destroyers, and over a thousand LACs, activated their impeller wedges. They appeared on the display like lightning flickering outward from a common center, a stupendous globe thousands of kilometers in diameter, and Hexapuma and Warlock were at its exact center.

  Helen recognized that formation. She'd seen it before. Every man and woman in Navy uniform had seen it, once every year, on Coronation Day, when Home Fleet passed in review before the Queen . . . with its flagship in exactly the position Hexapuma and Warlock now held.

  Even as she stared at the display, another icon appeared upon it. The crowned, golden icon of HMS Duke of Cromarty, the ship which had replaced the murdered HMS Queen Adrienne as the royal yacht, sitting just beyond the threshold of the Junction. A Junction, Helen sudden realized, which had been cleared of -shipping—all shipping—except for Home Fleet itself.

  The vast globe accelerated towards Cromarty, matching its acceleration rate exactly to Hexapuma's, holding formation on the heavy cruiser and her single escort, and the raised wedge of every ship in that huge formation flashed off and then on again in the traditional underway salute to a fleet flagship.

  "Additional message, Sir," Nagchaudhuri said. He stopped and cleared his throat, then continued, and despite his throat clearing, his voice seemed to waver about the edges.

  "Message begins. 'Yours is the honor.'" He looked up from his display, meeting Aivars Terekhov's eyes.

  "Message ends, Sir," he said softly.

  Character List for

  The Shadow of Saganami:

  Adolfsson, George—Planetary President of Pontifex.

  Agnelli, Joanna—Captain Aivars Terekhov's personal steward.

  Alexander, Hamish—Earl White Haven; Admiral, Royal Manticoran Navy (ret.). First Lord of Admiralty, Star Kingdom of Manticore.

  Alexander, William—Baron Grantville and Lord Alexander. Prime Minister of Manticore.

  Alquezar, Joachim—Senior delegate to the Talbott Constitutional Convention from San Miguel, major stockholder Rembrandt Trade Union, leader of the Constitutional Union Party in the Convention.

  Anders, Ito—Captain, Royal Manticoran Navy. CO, HMS Warlock.

  Anhier, Franz—Engineer, Jessyk Combine freighter Marianne.

  Anisimovna, Aldona—Board member, Manpower, Inc.

  Antrim, George—Platoon Sergeant, Royal Manticoran Marines. Senior NCO, 1st Platoon, Marine Detachment, HMS Hexapuma.

  Atkinson, Annemarie—Lieutenant Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. XO, HMS Audacious.

  Badmachin, Mira—Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. CO, HMS -Volcano.

  Bagwell, Guthrie—Lieutenant, Royal Manticoran Navy. Electronics Warfare Officer, HMS Hexapuma.

  Bannister, Trevor—Chief Marshal, CO, Montana Marshals -Service.

  Bardasano, Isabel—Cadet board member and chief of covert operations, Jessyk Combine.

  Basaricek, Brigita—Colonel, CO, Kornatian National Police Force.

  Binyan, Duan—CO, Jessyk Combine freighter Marianne.

  Bjornstad, Alvin—Vice-President, Union of Monica.

  Bourmont, Gregoire—Admiral, Monican Navy. Chief of Naval Operations.

  Budak, Aranka—Lieutenant, Kornatian National Police.

  Burke, Kathleen—Lieutenant, Royal Manticoran Navy. XO, HMS Aria.

  Caparelli, Sir Thomas—Admiral, Royal Manticoran Navy. First Space Lord, Manticoran Admiralty.

  Chandler, Ambrose—Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. Rear Admiral Augustus Khumalo's staff intelligence officer.

  Clary, Jeanette—Senior Chief Petty Officer, Royal Manticoran Navy. Senior helmswoman, HMS Hexapuma.

  Corvisart, Amandine —Special representative from the Manticoran Foreign Office assigned to negotiate settlement with Republic of Monica.

  Crites, David—Platoon Sergeant, Royal Manticoran Marines. Senior NCO, 3rd Platoon, Marine Detachment, HMS Hexapuma.

  D'Arezzo, Paulo—Midshipman, Royal Manticoran Navy, assigned HMS Hexapuma.

  Debevic, Judita—Leader, Kornatian Social Moderate Party.

  De Chabrol, Annette—XO, Jessyk Combine freighter Marianne.

  Dekker, Hieronymus—Chief factor, Rembrandt Trade Union, Montana System.

  Divkovic, Drazen—Cell leader, Freedom Alliance of Kornati.

  Divkovic, Juras—Cell leader, Freedom Alliance of Kornati.

  Djerdja, Darinka—Vuk Rajkovic's personal assistant.

  Diamond, Osborne—Lieutenant Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. XO, HMS Vigilant.

  Dunblane, Arnold—Rembrandt Trade Union employee on -Montana.

  Duncan, Andrea—Lieutenant, Royal Manticoran Navy. Logistics Officer, HMS Hexapuma.

  Egervary, Zeno—Security Officer/Tactical Officer, Jessyk Combine freighter Marianne.

  Eichbauer, Ulrike—Major, Solarian Gendarmerie. Brigadier Yucel's chief intelligence officer.

  Einarsson, Magnus—Captain, Nuncio Space Force. CO, NSS Wolverine.

  FitzGerald, Ansten—Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. XO, HMS Hexapuma.

  Gaunt, Richard—Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. XO, HMS Hercules.

  Gazi, Andrija—Chairman, Kornatian parliamentary Special Committee on Annexation.

  Grabovac, Vesna—Kornatian Secretary of the Treasury.

  Grantville, Baron of—see William Alexander, above.

  Gray, Oliver—Colonel, Royal Manticoran Marines. CO, Marine battalion assigned to Dame Estelle Matsuko.

  Groenhuijen, Arjan—Captain, Rembrandt System Navy.

  Gutierrez, Mateo—Lieutenant, Owens Steadholder's Guard. Abigail Hearns' personal armsman.

  Harahap, Damien—Captain, Solarian Genda
rmerie. Ulrike Eichbauer's assistant and contact point for Talbott Cluster terrorist organizations.

  Harrington, Lady Dame Honor Stephanie—Duchess Harrington; Steadholder Harrington; Admiral, Royal Manticoran Navy; Fleet Admiral, Grayson Space Navy; CO Protector's Own; CO Eighth Fleet; CO HMS Unconquered.

  Hearns, Abigail—Lieutenant, Grayson Space Navy. Assistant Tactical Officer (acting), HMS Hexapuma. Daughter of Steadholder Owens.

  Hedges, William—Lieutenant, Royal Manticoran Marines. CO, 2nd Platoon, Marine Detachment, HMS Hexapuma.

  Hegedusic, Isidor—Admiral, Monican Navy. CO Eroica Station and designated CO battlecruiser strike force.

  Hennessy, Frank—Lieutenant Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. CO, HMS Rondeau.

  Hewlett, Josepha—Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. CO, HMS Resolute.

  Hibachi, George—Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. XO, HMS Warlock.

  Higgins, Alfonzo—Director, Monican Intelligence.

  Hollister, Jeff—Member, Montana Independence Movement.

  Hongbo, Junyan—Vice-Commissioner, Office of Frontier Security, Solarian League. Lorcan Verrochio's senior subordinate.

  Hope, Eleanor—Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. CO, HMS Vigilant.

  Jeffers, Bruce—Lieutenant Commander, Royal Manticoran Navy. CO, HMS Javelin.

  Jezic, Barto—Captain, Kornatian National Police Force. SWAT specialist.

  Johnson, Liam—Sensor Technician 1/c, Royal Manticoran Navy, HMS Hexapuma.

  Kaczmarczyk, Tadislaw—Captain, Royal Manticoran Marines. CO, Marine Detachment, HMS Hexapuma.

  Kagiyama, Aikawa—Midshipman, Royal Manticoran Navy, assigned HMS Hexapuma.

  Kalokainos, Volkhart—Senior vice-president, Kalokainos Shipping. Son of Heinrich Kalokainos, CEO and Board Chairman.