Under the circumstances, the fact that we decided to opt for a ‘reasoned and deliberate’ response to their original complaint—and refused to let anyone think we were allowing ourselves to be rushed by any Manticoran demands—may have been less optimal than we’d thought. I don’t imagine getting our response to their first note a couple of days after they banged off their second note to us is going to amuse Queen Elizabeth and her prime minister very much.

“And the reason they’ve sent us this second note is that when Admiral Gold Peak arrived in New Tuscany she issued exactly the demands the Manties had warned us about in their first note. She demanded that Byng stand down his ships and permit Manticoran boarding parties to sequester and examine their sensor data relative to the destruction of three of her destroyers. She also informed him that the Star Empire of Manticore intended to insist upon an open examination of the facts and intended to hold the guilty parties responsible under the appropriate provisions of interstellar law for the unprovoked destruction of their ships and the deaths of their personnel. And”—Kolokoltsov allowed his eyes to flip sideways to Abruzzi for a moment—”it would appear it wasn’t all part of some sort of propaganda maneuver on their part, after all.”

“I don’t—” Rajampet’s wrinkled face was darken and his eyes glittered with fury. “I can’t believe anyone—even Manties!—would be stupid enough to really issue demands to the Solarian Navy! They’d have to be out of—I mean, surely this Gold Peak couldn’t possibly have thought she’d get away with that? If Byng blew her damned ships into orbital debris, the only person she’s got to blame for it is—”

“Oh, he didn’t blow up any of her ships, Rajani,” Kolokoltsov said coldly. “Despite the fact that she had only six battlecruisers and he had seventeen, she blew his flagship into… what was it you called it? Ah, yes! Into ‘orbital debris.’“