The admiral stopped at the edge of the crowd, took two, tottering steps further toward her, and stopped again. He raised his cane a few centimeters off the floor, swayed, and steadied himself.
He’s going to strike me and I bloody well deserve it. Alexis watched him sway again as he raised the cane a few more centimeters. I only hope he doesn’t fall and die in the doing … he’s likely one of those important ones Eades would rather I not kill …
A young woman hurried out of the crowd to the admiral’s side and grasped his elbow to steady him. He said something, far too low for Alexis to hear, and the woman took his cane from his grasp. He raised his hands and pressed them together, or as much as he could with fingers gnarled with age and clearly unable to fully straighten. A bit apart and then together again.
Is he … ?
He was. Clapping, or thumping, at least, as it seemed he couldn’t make his palms meet in a sharp clap. Alexis raised her eyes to his and found them surprisingly sharp and alert, though pale blue and watery with age.
“Brava, mademoiselle, brava et bien dit.”
Alexis straightened her back unconsciously and doffed her beret, the closest thing the Royal Navy had to a salute. She had a sudden, absurd wish that she could salute … or bow … or something to show greater respect. The man’s presence was so formidable.
“Sir,” she said, “I truly meant no disrespect —”
The admiral snorted and reached for his cane, settling it on the floor before turning his gaze to the courtier who’d accosted Alexis. “Tu!” he said before switching to English. “Puppy! Worry she wears a bauble? What have you done to earn one for yourself?”
“Sir, I —”
The admiral snorted again and looked around the crowd. “I wear le Fleur! I fought le Hanovre! I will share le Fleur with any who do the same!” He returned his gaze to Alexis and smiled. “Even le Bifteck.”
He made a shuffling turn to walk back through the crowd. “‘Merde’ … ‘Indeed’ … Ha!”
Chapter 17
Alexis sipped a glass of champagne in an alcove between two pillars trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible. No one else had approached her and the dark looks had lessened somewhat, but she still felt unwelcome in the hall. Both Eades and Courtemanche were nowhere to be found.
Likely hiding in their rooms so they’ll have no association with me.
“I owe you an apology, Miss Carew.”
Alexis jumped, startled, and leaned out of the alcove to find Eades standing on the other side of one of the pillars.
I do wish he’d stop that.
His words registered and she stared at him in shock.
“An apology, Mister Eades?”
“Yes, Courtemanche and I have received no fewer than seven invitations to meetings since your little speech out there.” He gestured at the crowd with his glass, then looked at her. “I was worried bringing you here that your colonial ways might offend the French. Now I begin to wonder if you’re not a better asset when you’re allowed to just run about and do as you will. Come, let us go to meet Admiral Reinier.”
“Admiral Reinier?” Alexis asked, puzzled and still trying to determine how she felt about being described as an asset. She rather thought Eades had not used the word in sense that was entirely complimentary.
“The old man who came to your defense,” Eades said. “He’s one of three living holders of that bauble you decided to wear and the only one still able to get out and about. Come.”
Alexis followed Eades who led her to where Courtemanche was waiting. They left the hall and made their way to a lift that took them down several levels to where the city’s transport tubes intersected the building.
“Mister Eades,” Alexis said, hesitating. “Might we take an aircar instead?”
Eades pressed the button to call for a capsule and laughed. “Still not comfortable with the tube, Miss Carew?”
Alexis swallowed and shook her head, but the capsule had already arrived and Eades motioned her toward the open door with an amused look. Reluctantly, she entered and took her seat. She clenched her teeth as Eades and Courtemanche entered. The capsule had seating for six and was shaped like nothing so much as a bullet.
She didn’t mind aircars. They were a technology she well understood, not too much different than the antigrav haulers on Dalthus. She even enjoyed flying in them and seeing the world from high up, even in the pilotless versions they had on Nouvelle Paris. It had taken her a trip or two to grow accustomed to the fact that there was no pilot, but she’d adjusted.
The tube was different. Where aircars might reach speeds of a thousand or more kilometers an hour going cross-country, they kept to more limited speeds within the city where there was more traffic. The tubes did not.
The capsules’ inertial compensators allowed them to accelerate and decelerate almost instantaneously, without any effect on the occupants and, as the capsules traveled within a closed system of tubes kept in vacuum, there was no real theoretical limit on how fast they could travel.
Their capsule launched itself from the boarding station into the main system and Alexis swallowed hard as her stomach lurched.
They’d boarded at the fifty-story level and she had a moment to wish they’d at least entered underground. The maniac who’d designed the system had thought it wise to build the tubes themselves out of a clear material and place windows in the capsules. Underground, at least, she couldn’t see the blur of the city’s buildings and aircar traffic passing at insane speeds. She closed her eyes tightly and swallowed again.
I do miss horses so.
“Are you unwell, Miss Carew?”
“You needn’t concern yourself, Mister Eades,” Alexis said, eyes still closed. She forced her hands, which were clenched on the seat’s armrests, to relax. Eades was, she was sure, much amused by her, but she was less concerned by that than by surviving the next bit of the ride.
Alexis opened her eyes to see if they were at least out of the city yet, but they weren’t. There was another capsule about a hundred meters ahead of them in the tube, which wasn’t so bad. It was a stable, unmoving reference point she could keep her eyes on and ignore the lights of the buildings flashing by beside them. Then in an instant there was another capsule directly in front of them, a bare two or three meters away from the front of theirs. They must have passed a boarding station and the tube’s system had chosen the spot in front of theirs for it to enter.
“Horses,” Alexis whispered, clenching her eyes closed again.
They were soon out of the city and crossing open countryside, the tube now supported by pylons spaced hundreds of meters apart. At least away from the city’s lights it was harder to see the landscape pass by. Alexis opened her eyes but kept her gaze fixed far in the distance, certainly not to the left where a second tube for the opposite direction was visible. The occasional blur of a capsule’s lights flashing past was worse than the landscape.
Alexis saw the sky lighten ahead of them and swallowed hard. That they’d sped their way to the planet’s dayside was only another disturbing reminder of the capsule’s speed. What would happen if even a tiny bit of the tube’s structure gave way and compromised the vacuum? She was certain the designers had taken that into account, but going from vacuum to air at this speed would do very bad things she didn’t wish to contemplate. She closed her eyes again, but opened them again a moment later when Eades nudged her.
The world outside seemed to jerk to one side as their capsule switched from the travel tube to one leading to a boarding station. Their capsule slowed to a more reasonable pace as they approached the station, as though the designers wanted to give passengers time to appreciate their arrival.
The tube curved gradually down to a large building on a lake with a view of mountains on the far shore. The building itself seemed to blend in with the landscape, though it was large, at least by Alexis’ standards. Two three-story wings swept away from a five-story main building.
“Where are we?” A
lexis asked.
“Amiral d'Honneur Reinier’s home,” Courtemanche said.
Alexis looked at the beautiful structure. “He has rooms here?”
Courtemanche shook his head. “Non, this is Amiral d'Honneur Reinier’s home.”
Alexis looked from the building, amazed that such a thing belonged to one man, to the tube which led to its front steps. “He has his own tube station?”
Courtemanche shrugged. “Amiral d'Honneur Reinier is much admired.”
Eades leaned forward in his seat. “Admiral Reinier’s fleet took a great many prizes in the last war.”
They were met at the door by the same woman who’d attended Admiral Reinier at the reception. Alexis realized that she and the admiral must have left the reception before them.
“Ah, Marguerite!” Courtemanche called, rushing to embrace her.
Alexis winced in sympathy. Courtemanche’s odor had not improved since they’d left Shrewsbury and it was only a bit less unbearable in the more open spaces to be found planetside, but the woman gave no sign that she noticed.
“Monsieur Courtemanche! Il a été trop longtemps,” the woman said in return. She turned to Alexis and Eades as Courtemanche stepped back to introduce them. “Yes, the guests mon grand-père he has said will come.” She smiled at them. “Come, I will speak to you within the English, yes? I have the needs of practice.”
Eades stepped forward and took her hand, raising it to his lips. “Your English is exquisite, Mademoiselle Reinier.”
Is he flirting with her? He’s twice her age if a day.
“Non … no, you are kind, monsieur, but I be … am to be, ah, the diplomat one day. I must learn the languages.” She gestured them inside. “Come, please, mon grand-père is awaiting you.”
She led them down a long hallway to a wing of the house that overlooked the lake and into a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The view of the lake and mountains beyond was spectacular, but the room was cold and Alexis shivered as they entered.
“Pardon, Mademoiselle Carew,” Marguerite said. “Mon grand-père, he wishes it always to be as Autumn and to sit by the fire.”
Indeed, at the far end of the room there was a large fireplace with a roaring fire and a number of deep, leather chairs arranged around it.
“Marguerite, something to drink for our guests, s'il vous plaît,” Admiral Reinier said once they were all settled into seats by the fire.
Alexis did have to admit that the contrast between the cold room and the warmth of the fire was pleasant. She supposed that if one liked these conditions and was of a certain age, it might not be wise to wait until they occurred naturally. She took another look at Reinier. If the last fleur de lys had been awarded over seventy years ago, then Reinier must be over a hundred years old, even if he were the last recipient, which she didn’t know he was.
“So!” Reinier said when they’d all been served a glass of wine. Marguerite stationed herself beside his chair instead of sitting, as though readying herself for his next request. “You have been to La Baie Marche, Lieutenant Carew? How does it go with those who have been so long apart from us?”
Alexis licked her lips, suddenly nervous. She hadn’t expected to be the first one asked to speak. Surely Eades or Courtemanche should take the lead in this. But she saw that everyone was looking at her expectantly.
“I spent some two months on Giron, sir,” she said finally, “and that only in one village, but what I saw of it has convinced me that the people do not think well of Hanover.”
She paused as she saw why Marguerite had remained near him. His hands were too gnarled to grasp a wine glass, so instead she set a small straw in it and raised it to his lips. Alexis flushed as he met her gaze and she realized she’d been rudely staring.
“I think that you were well to have been taken by a fleet of La Baie Marche, Lieutenant Carew,” Reinier said. He held up his hands. “I have le Hanovre to thank for these — a gift from my own time with them long ago. The damage was not so much in my youth, but has become worse with age.” He barked laughter and smiled. “Like so much does, oui? The doctors, they say to replace them, but —” He shrugged. “— I am an old man and soon I will go to my rest. I would like it to be as whole as I may be.”
“Shush, pépère,” Marguerite said, patting his shoulder.
“She thinks I will live forever.” He gestured for Alexis to continue.
“The fleet there, Commodore Balestra’s fleet, is made up almost exclusively of men from the Berry worlds — I didn’t hear a word of German spoken by them the entire time I was there, only French.”
She went on for some time, telling Reinier everything she could remember and answering his questions. She had the most trouble talking about Delaine and what she’d learned from him — she found it difficult to keep her feelings for him out of her voice, especially when she told of him giving her the lieutenant’s insignia she wore, but thought she managed it fairly well. Finally Reinier sat back and frowned.
“And so,” he said, this time to Eades and Courtemanche, “you wish la République to join in this war, to convince this Balestra and her fleet to join in this war, for La Baie Marche to make la révolution?”
“My thoughts are known,” Courtemanche said. “Le Hanovre has held our people too long.”
“New London stands ready to assist,” Eades said. “A fleet is being gathered as we speak. We have troops and transports made ready, as well.”
Reinier nodded. “To do this thing, it would be good to have Deutschsterne act with us. To force le Hanovre into guarding another border.”
“The Deutschsterne are worthless, grand-père,” Marguerite said. “They have not fought le Hanovre for three wars now. They simply move a ship or two about at most.”
“There are few worlds of Deutschsterne that do not bear craters, Marguerite,” Reinier said. “They have cause to fear. And each ship or two must be matched, oui? A ship watching Deutschsterne is a ship not in La Baie Marche.”
He frowned and eased himself in his chair.
“La République has known peace for too long,” he said. “The senate is large and there are worlds far from le Hanovre who will not wish to fight. They have no dog to the hunt, as you say, oui?” He gestured and Marguerite held the glass for him to sip again. “For them it must be made a personal affair, one of honor, you understand? Else we must deal with them as lâches dégénérés … degenerate cowards.”
The three men — Eades, Courtemanche, and Reinier — spoke for a time about whom to approach. Reinier seemed to think little of most of the names Courtemanche mentioned, punctuating his opinions with, to Alexis, shocking commentaries on the individual’s honor or personal habits.
“Non,” Reinier said at last. “If these are the sort you have approached, it is no wonder.”
He pursed his lips and thought for a long time, then looked at Alexis.
“This Theibaud —” He raised a hand to his own collar where his rank insignia was. “The one who gives you le Fleur. Your young man, oui?”
Reinier grinned and Alexis flushed as she realized she obviously hadn’t kept her feelings for Delaine out of her voice.
“I did want to thank you, sir,” she said. She raised her own hand to her insignia. “For coming to my aid over these.”
The admiral waved a hand. “No family with those would give them lightly. Or where undeserved.”
Alexis flushed again.
“There are Theibauds in La République still who are known to many and we will speak with them,” Reinier went on. “Balestra … hmm … I knew a Balestra in … un moment s’il vous plaît.” He frowned. “Oui. Ah, Marguerite, will you bring my journals — ah, Lieutenant quatre, peut-être cinq. Capitaine neuf.”
Marguerite nodded and started to leave.
“Mademoiselle Carew?” she asked. “Would you assist me in this?”
“Lieutenant, Marguerite,” Reinier chided her.
Marguerite ducked her head in apology to Alexis, who followe
d her from the room.
Chapter 18
“Pardon,” Marguerite said as she closed the door and led Alexis down the hallway.
“It’s quite all right.”
“Non, mon grand-père, he is correct. Just as I must learn to speech … speak your English, I must pay more care to … ah, le rang, rank and position?”
Alexis nodded.
“Merci.” Marguerite smiled. “These things will be important to me.”
“So you intend to become a diplomat?” Alexis asked.
“Oui. My father is the consul on Cannich, a New London world near the border. I grew up with maman here, but think I will follow his path, yes?” She glanced back the way they’d come. “But that is for tomorrows. For todays I work with mon grand-père on his … the book of memories?”
“Memoirs?”
Marguerite frowned. “This is our word mémoir, but in the English?”
“The same.”
Marguerite grinned. “Hmph. You steal our word?”
“A great many of them, if I’m not mistaken. We’re rather good at that.”
Alexis followed Marguerite to another room and stopped in the doorway, staring.
“Oui,” Marguerite said, smiling. “Such is the reaction of many.”
The room was not large, perhaps four meters on a side, but its walls were lined with shelves and those shelves were filled with books. Real, physical books.
“Mon grand-père’s writings,” Marguerite said. “His … journals?”
Alexis nodded that she understood. “What are those?” she asked, noting several bare shelves.
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