Anyway, starting another post. This begins on Page 26, with Samantha talking to Roger.
"...And I think he does have a good point, as much as you're going to hate hearing this, about assignments that deploy you outside the home system."
Roger stiffened. He'd finally attained lieutenant commander's rank and command of his first hyper-capable ship. He was reasonably sure, despite his well known attitude toward nepotism and "family interest" that who he'd been born helped explain why his first hyper-capable unit had been a modern destroyer instead of one of the RMN's more elderly frigates, but he knew he'd done well in his two deployments to Silesia. Three pirates, one "privateer," and two slave ships would cause no more harm thanks to Captain Winton and HMS Daimyo.
Basically, since Roger still isn't married and has no kids, and since Caitrin doesn't either, the succession would run into problems if Roger's ship got blown up in Silesia, which could totally happen. And has happened, to stronger RMN ships than that destroyer.
Also, we see more evidence of the RMN's actions in Silesia, fighting pirates and slavers, but also 'privateer' ships which are licensed by various rebel factions, warlords, and corrupt local governors within Silesian space. This has been going on for a long time by this point in 1850 PD, and will continue until Manticore and the Andermani Empire finally get sick of it and annex the place around 1915.
Roger reluctantly acquiesces to this; as Queen Samantha puts it, "I'm sorry, but it's one of those unpleasant consequences of the nice house and all the people so eager to take care of us." Samantha arranges for Roger to be transferred to a posting within the Manticore system itself.
Page 27 has some infodumping about the senior Admiralty figures of 1850 PD, which I'll summarize.
Well into his seventies and facing mandatory retirement within the next four T-years, Truman wasn't fond of people who rocked the boat...
Sir Frederick Truman is the First Space Lord, the senior uniformed admiral of the RMN, and one of those conservative "fossils" referenced earlier, who doesn't like the idea of building up a huge battlefleet at a time when Silesia is turning into a Third Galaxy hellhole in desperate need of policing. Sir Frederick Does Not Like young Roger.
The Trumans are a "Navy family," with a huge number of Trumans showing up as flag officers and captains of varying rank. One relative, possibly Sir Frederick's great-granddaughter, we will meet in
Honor of the Queen: Alice Truman, a capable RMN captain who goes on to pioneer doctrine for the LAC carrier concept, and is also the first to fire the advanced "Ghost Rider" missiles in anger at Second Hancock.
Also, mandatory retirement for RMN officers as of 1850 PD is between 75 and 80 years old. Wow. Obviously, geriatrics is more advanced in the future of the Honorverse. Equally obviously, this requirement is removed once the first generation of prolong kids (who apparently got the treatment around 1820 PD) start reaching that age, because it becomes entirely pointless.
Sir Abner Laidlaw, the Baron of Castle Rock... was the First Lord of the Admiralty, which, given the Navy's primacy, made him the civilian cabinet minister responsible for the Star Kingdom's overall military posture. He was two T-decades younger than Truman...
The Manticoran equivalent of the Secretary of Defense, in effect. Castle Rock was more or less handpicked by Queen Samantha, because of his background as one of the first intelligence officers to point out that hey, Haven is building a whole mess of gratuitous battleships, maybe we should look into that. A lot of Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) people, including the 1850-era chief of intelligence, Second Space Lord Havinghurst, wound up looking stupid because of this.
So Castle Rock has a lot of enemies, including Conservative politicians (who don't like to have the status quo stirred up by Manticore mobilizing to build a whole bunch of capital ships and get ready to fight Haven), officers of his own fleet who he made look stupid, and Liberal/Progressive politicians (who don't like to see Haven painted as the evil enemy, don't particularly like either the military or intelligence agencies, and don't like to see massive amounts of money spent on forts and dreadnoughts that could instead be spent on domestic programs). Samantha likes him anyway, but you can't help but wonder if she's making her life needlessly difficult.
p. 28 wrote:...He [Roger] had much more sympathy for the rank-and-file members of the Liberal Party, but their refusal to look beyond their own narrow political horizons was eroding that steadily. Marisa Turner, the Earl of New Kiev's older daughter, was a case in point. The only thing wrong with her brain, in Roger's opinion, was her refusal to actually use it,yet her birth, wealth, and her father's position in the party meant she was inevitably going to become one of the LIberals' leaders over the next ten to fifteen T-years, and she flatly refused to admit Haven could possibly have any territorial interests outside its immediate astrographic neighborhood.
Little Marisa is going to grow up to be the head of the Liberal Party in the timeframe of the main novel series, and hoo boy is she a piece of work, leading her own party into disaster after repeated pigheaded attempts to ignore the obvious and generally play the 'stupid liberal' stereotype to the hilt.
Note that the Earl of New Kiev, and his daughter the Countess, are leading figures in the Liberal Party despite being unelected members of the House of Lords. The Lords are the dominant chamber of Manticore's legislature. They write appropriations bills (in the US the House of Representatives does this), budget and tax laws (likewise), have final approval over any amended form of those bills, and moreover the Prime Minister has to come from the Lords, not the Commons.
So the Lords are the dominant branch of Parliament in Manticore; to quote Weber's own infodump site: "Ultimately, the powers of the Lords trump the power of the Commons, which was precisely how the Founders (who were all about to become nobles under the new Constitution) wanted things set up." The practical result of that is that politics
in the Lords dominates Manticore's military and diplomatic posture, but since the Lords never come up for reelection, members of the Conservative and Liberal parties in the Lords are free to be complete fucking morons and still retain their seats. It's enough to make you (or Queen Elizabeth III) want to pound your head on the wall.
Lord Grantville institutes reforms in 1920 PD intended to change this, when he replaces the disastrous High Ridge goverment, but those changes are only beginning to take effect as of the latest novels in the series.
Anyway, they go on to talk about the political problems associated with this- Truman would be just as glad to use the safety issue to kick Roger out of the Navy entirely, the Wintons don't want to be seen pulling strings to get the career outcome they desire for Roger (even while doing exactly that, for the
best of reasons...) There's some grousing between Roger and Caitrin about how unfair it is that politicians are hypocritical, then...
p.29 wrote:Rear Admiral of the Green Sir William Spruance was Fifth Space Lord, the head of the Bureau of Personnel. As such, he'd have to sign off on any reassingment, especially one which cut short a programmed tour of command for someone as... visible as a member of the Winton dynasty, no matter where the idea for it had come from.
Spruance is also more receptive to the "Haven is dangerous, let's build some dreadnoughts" idea than many of his fellow Space Lords, so Roger and Samantha decide to use him as a back channel to get the reassignment through without having to deal with the trouble they'd have if they suggested it directly to the First Space Lord or the First Lord of the Admiralty.
Being cynical for a moment, let's hear it for jumping the chain of command! I sometimes wonder if Weber is conscious of times when he writes his own characters in a way that has them acting in an arguably hypocritical or unethical way, in pursuit of some desirable long term goal. I hope so.
Roger continues:
p.30 wrote:If I have to give up Daimyo, then I know what I want instead, and I think we can probably convince Sir William to give it to me."
"And that would be what, precisely?"
"Well, I don't want a dirt-side command, that's for sure. And I'm sorry, Mom, but I'd cut my throat if they stick me in BuPlan."
His shudder was only partly feigned. Vice Admiral Bethany Havinghurst, as head of the Bureau of Planning, also headed ONI, which meant she was responsible for the intelligence analyses Admiral Truman used to justify his emphasis on Silesia, instead of worrying about the "remote possibility" that the People's Republic might someday become a threat to the Star Kingdom. The possibility of becoming a staff weenie shuffling papers somewhere in the bowels of BuPlan- and with an idiot like Edward Janacek as his direct superior- held no appeal at all.
Roger has contempt for the 1850-era intelligence system of the RMN. Arguably, once again a case of irony- he doesn't like them because they support conclusions he does not share. On the other hand, he turns out to be right and they turn out to be wrong, so your mileage may vary.
"That's what you don't want," his mother observed. "What is it you do want, dear?"
"BuWeaps," he said, and his voice was suddenly very, very serious. "Lomax isn't who I'd have chosen to head BuWeaps, Mom, but she's at least a little more open-minded than Truman or Havinghurst. I think she's too conservative in her approach, under the circumstances, but she's not part of the 'old boy and girl' network the way Truman and Low Delhi are. I'd like to get more hands-on experience with our R and D programs, and BuWeaps is small enough- way too small, in fact, given what's going on- that a lieutenant commander would be at least a moderately middle-sized fish. I think I could actually do some good over there."
"More than at BuShips?" Samantha asked shrewdly.
"Lots more than at BuShips," Roger grimaced. "Low Delhi's an idiot. Or his policy recommendations are idiotic, at any rate."
That wasn't something he could have said to a fewllow Navy officer, of course, nor was it anything he'd ever say in public, but that didn't make it untrue. Third Space Lord Robert Hemphill, the Baron of Low Delhi, headed the Bureau of Ships, responsible for the construction and maintenance of the Navy's space stations and vessels, and he did not respond well to criticism, however constructive.
"In fairness... The problem is he's got too much invested on a personal and professional level in the building policies Truman's been driving through for the last several T-years. He's not going to recommend any radical changes, ad BuShips is too damned big. I'd disappear into it and never be seen again- professionally speaking, that is- until my coronation!"
Robert Hemphill is Sonja Hemphill's father. We see where she got some of her issues from...
Also, we see that BuWeaps designs and invents weapons, and BuShips builds the actual ships. Makes sense. In 1850 PD, BuShips is pretty big because Manticore does have a fairly large fleet and network of space stations for a one-system polity. BuWeaps, on the other hand, is tiny, because at this stage in the game Manticore isn't really relying on its own native R&D capability to arm its ships. I doubt Manticore's weapon systems are noticeably in advance over, say, those of the Solarian League at this point in time.
Roger goes on to admit that none of the Space Lords are bad guys and gals. As he puts it, they're patriotic, they're trying to do the right thing, it's just that they're all heavily bought into this model of the RMN as a commerce protection fleet armed with (mostly) light starships for patrolling the spacelanes, protecting freighters, and busting pirate heads. Some of them (like Sir Robert Hemphill) are frankly afraid of change, and most of them don't perceive the rising power of Haven as being Manticore's problem.
Then Roger starts talking about the strategic problem Manticore faces if it eventually wants to go toe-to-toe with Haven. Specifically, they can't.
p.32 wrote:"...like I said in that first letter... we can't go toe-to-toe with the kind of navy Nouveau Paris can build if it really puts its mind to it. We're a hell of a lot richer on a per-capita basis than almost anyone else in the galaxy, but we're just not big enough, and unless we want to start conquering people ourselves, there's no way we're going to get big enough in the time I'm afraid we've got."
His mouth twisted as if he'd bitten into something sour.
Haven has already conquered about a dozen star systems by this point, and most or all of them have enough industrial and economic muscle to contribute significantly to Haven's military strength. Manticore can't outbuild them now, even if it could have matched their buildup back when it first started, which is possible but uncertain.
"We've got what's probably the biggest, most efficient single-system shipbuilding infrastructure in known space, but it's overwhelmingly oriented around building civilian ships for private owners. Hephaestus and Vulcan can churn out freighters like nobody's business, but we don't have the scale of military building capacity Haven's already built up, and all of your reports suggest they're still increasing that capacity while we still haven't even started increasing ours yet. And even if that weren't true, they're getting bigger with every system they gobble up. Even with the BLS's drain on their economy, they'll probably be able to lay down at least twice as many ships as we'll be able to, especially when we're stuck with peacetime budgetary constraints and they're already operating on a war footing.
I would note on the side that it's not as if every one of the systems Haven conquers contributes
that much to their military strength, given that the Havenites don't manage to outnumber Manticore by dozens to one or anything ridiculous like that at the start of the war. What I think they're really doing is letting the PRH keep the economy of the capital planet, and a few other industrial centers, ticking over while those industrial centers churn out warships in numbers that would be greatly excessive for any single-system polity. They do this by effectively strip-mining the economies of some of the conquered nations to support the war-footing economies of their core shipyard systems, as well as the BLS stipends on Haven itself.
In the long term this is a crappy idea, but it seems to work for them in the 19th century PD, probably because they keep absorbing new systems fast enough that it doesn't really matter if they can take a developed star system and reduce it to "Second Galaxy" or even "Third Galaxy" levels of wealth in a generation- within the span of a generation they will have absorbed a few dozen more systems to do it all over again, while still being able to support the handful of shipyard systems (and Haven's Dolists) they need to keep going.
"We've got to build up our wall of battle, but even if Parliament was willing to give you [Queen Samantha and Sir Abner] the budgets you're asking for, we still couldn't match the People's Navy's numbers. That means we've got to have qualitative superiority, and enough of it to offset their numerical superiority... we've got to find a way besides sheer tonnage to give us that qualitative edge, which is why I say Dame Carrie [head of BuWeaps] is more conservative than I'd really like. I think we need to be pushing the envelope, working to find some kind of technological equalizer, and she's not really in favor of blue-sky concepts.
Roger goes on to say that Carrie Lomax's view is understandable, quoting her as saying about
Samothrace that "A ship of the wall is too important, too big a financial investment and too big a piece of our Navy's combat potential, to be an experiment." Roger observes that it is Lomax's job to
avoid arming the fleet with a mix of weapons that don't actually work as planned (say, with a horde of light cruisers armed with grav lances...
). Her big weakness, in Roger's eyes, is that she doesn't seriously believe that a single-system nation like Manticore can realistically hope to invent any new weapons technology that the Solarian League hasn't already figured out.
[quote-"p.33"]"And you seriously think we
could push farther and faster' than the League?" Samantha asked.
"I think we damned well better find out whether or not we can, Mom..."[/quote]
The next scene takes place in September 1850 PD. Roger has been reassigned to BuWeaps as planned. Admiral Lomax meets her, and basically tells him to cut the nonsense about how "he's not here to make waves," she's perfectly aware that he has Ideas about the future of the RMN, that he's not just one more lieutenant commander, that he's probably got a reason for getting himself transferred here in the first place, and that this is probably going to give her some headaches. Given some of the other people already working for her, she's got experience with headaches, as we'll see in a moment.
p. 35 wrote:Commander Winton, I'd like you to meet Commander Adcock," Lomax said a bit dryly. "I think you're going to be working for him. Jonas, Commander Winton. I'm sure you're likely to recognize him from the HD and the 'faxes, but we're not supposed to know who he is. Or, since we actually have working brains, we're supposed to pretend we don't know who he is."
Her expression was humorous, but something in her blue eyes made it plain she was serious, and Adcock nodded. Then he turned to Roger and extended his right hand. "Welcome aboard... Commander Winton," he said.
We meet Jonas Adcock, who turns into Roger III's right-hand man for weapons development.
Moving on, we discover that this is the first time Adcock has met a treecat in his life, that he's an immigrant to Manticore who has trouble with the whole concept of monarchy being a leeeetle outside his comfort zone, and that the Wintons have learned from experience that it's best to establish normal working relations with commoners around them
right off the bat, as a way to avoid "an ass-kisser screwing everything up at some point."
Adcock's lips twitched and he shook his head.
"I don't think you'll have that particular problem in our shop, Commander. Since at the moment, 'our shop' consists of you, me, a young fellow named Sebastian D'Orville, and half a dozen enlisted personnel."
Adcock reveals that the office Roger's been transferred to is a very tiny thing that sounds like some random makework. However, the reality is that Adcock got thrown out of BuShips for being too radical, and transferred to BuWeaps when it was under Lomax's very conservative predecessor. He then proceeds to "brief [Roger] fully" on what his little office actually
does. It turns out that Lomax is sensible enough not to openly push for radical new weapons concepts when her bosses at the top are hostile to the concept- we learn here that Sir Frederick Truman has squashed the idea of building more of the
Samothrace-class superdreadnoughts, at least for the moment. But she does want to actually make sure R&D goes on regardless.
So she's created "what she's rather grandiloquently dubbed the 'Concept Development Office.'" That is, Adcock and his small staff, who don't show up on the organizational charts, don't have an actual research budget Lomax would have to fight over, and don't get to play with hardware at the moment. But they
do get to go on a
five X year mission to
explore strange new worlds seek out new life and new civilizations boldly read technical journals that no Manticoran has read before!
More precisely, they're engaged in extensive
research and review of the existing literature on weapons, ONI's technical reports on foreign developments, the reports of RMN reservists on merchant ships, the files on every R&D program the BuWeaps is actually allowed to work on, the files of the programs they
weren't allowed to work on, and the military and technical journals of Manticore, Beowulf, and the League as a whole.
p.39 wrote:And the reason we're doing that, Commander Winton, is because it's our job to look at everything whatever the source, and to assume nothing about practicality or feasibility until we've put it under a microscope and looked at it molecule by molecule. For example, this-" he tapped the reader on his desk- "is Aberu and Harmon's internal report on that 'laser head' they tested back in '33. the Sollies turned it down, and I can see why, based on the tests. But we're not going to simply take their word for how useless it was, because that's our job: to come up with blue-sky ideas, concepts, possibilities... for brand-new research projects. Off the books ideas and concepts that Dame Carrie doesn't have to fight with Admiral Truman or Admiral Low Delhi about because none of them are official... it's just possible we might turn up a few worthwhile nuggets, while we're at it. And I wouldn't be so very surprised, actually, knowing Dame Carrie as well as I do, if she didn't see your assignment to our little workshop as a way to generate friends in high places- possibly even very high places- when the time comes to dust off some of these more preposterous ideas and see what happens."
Laser heads? Pfffft! Those'll never amount to anything!
So this is the embryonic form of the Manticoran superweapon-building establishment- three officers and a double handful of staffers doing a review of the literature. Obviously these guys aren't responsible for
inventing the laser head, the modern pod, the MDM, or any of the other stuff that lets Manticore stage its missile massacres with depressing regularity. But they were the 'think tank' that brought a lot of those ideas to the attention of BuWeaps' scientists and engineers, so that later someone would have a coherent report to dust off and know where to start looking when it was
their turn to design laser heads or the like.
The next scene takes place about two years later in 1852 PD, beginning with Roger saying to Adcock "Jonas, have you seen this article on fusion bottle density?" Jonas Adcock then introduces Prince Roger to his sister, Angelique. Roger falls head over heels pretty fast, so does she. There's some joking back and forth.
On Page 43 Roger reflects that Adcock has a remarkable gift for synthesizing different ideas and developments into a workable whole. It is revealed that the Adcocks are immigrants from a system called Maslow, which was located in the general neighborhood of Haven. It is also revealed that the Queen's Own shadows members of the royal family and monitors people closely on a routine basis, no surprises there if you know about the shenanigans the Secret Service gets up to.
p.44 wrote:Samantha, aware of how much Roger had discovered he liked Adcock, had refused to take their [security's] advice without discussing the situation with Roger, first, and that was how Roger had come to know that Jonas Adcock's family was from the Maslow System, deep in the Haven Quadrant. In fact, Maslow had been a staunch ally of the Republic of Haven for over three hundred T-years, and in light of Haven's current expansionism, the mere notion of the heir associating with a Maslowan expatriate had produced instant paranoia within the bowels of Palace Security.
Roger sticks up for Adcock, pointing out that Adcock's background gives him zero (or less than zero) probability of being a Havenite spy. Maslow was busily emulating Haven's social policies in the 1700s...
Nor had it helped that professionals like Sebastian Adcock [Jonas's father] had been given the chance to see the writing on the Havenite wall. In particular, they'd seen the Republic's Technical Conservation Act of 1778, which had classified an entire series of professions and skill sets as "national assets" and made any attempt to emigrate by someone who possessed them an act of treason. The TCA had been Haven's answer to its economy's steady hemorrhaging of people with marketable skills as that economy crunched into decline, and more than one Maslowan professional had feared their own government would follow suit, probably sooner, rather than later...
Maslow had, indeed, passed its own Technical Conservation Act in 1815. Sebastian Adcock had become a "national resource" who had no right to use his skills and abilities except as directed by his government.
Not even Palace Security or the SIS had been able to determine exactly how the Adcocks managed it, but two years later, in 1817, Sebastian, Annette, and their four children... had reached Manticore. How they'd gotten out of Maslow was a mystery, and one they'd refused to discuss with anyone, which led Roger to suspect there were people still on Maslow who'd helped them. But what was clear was that they'd left everything they owned behind, arriving in the Star Kingdom literally with nothing more than the clothing on their backs.
Jonas Adcock proceeded to study really hard and get into the RMN's naval academy at Saganami Island; his father started as a laborer on
Hephaestus, one of Manticore's major orbital industrial centers, and thirty years later he was running the place. Impressive, huh?
Anyway, we see a few bits here on Haven's politics. Well before even THIS story starts, Haven was obviously enacting oppressive Soviet-style measures to preserve its base of educated technical specialists, and some of the surrounding star nations were following suit. One speculates that this sort of thing would tend to discourage people from pursuing careers in technical fields in Havenite space. It also has the effect of making a lot of technical specialists either try to flee or get arrested and thrown into gulags while trying to do so. Both outcomes are equally bad from the point of view of maintaining Haven's technical base. Plus, it is at least suggested that there are quite a
lot of immigrant "ex-Havenites" who escape to Manticore or other systems on the periphery of Haven's sphere of influence, which would in turn tend to jump-start their technical bases, much as all the physicists who came to America as refugees from fascism helped jump-start the Manhattan Project.
Talk about your backfires. Of course, as part of their overall sweep of aggression, Haven absorbs/conquers Maslow as well...
p.46 wrote:Not, unfortunately, without a certain degree of bloodshed among Maslowans who didn't want to become Havenites. That much had leaked out before the news blackout slammed down completely. No open reports were getting out at this point, but Manticoran intelligence still had some assets on the planet, and Roger suspected that he knew more about just how ugly the situation on Jonas' original homeworld actually was at the moment than Jonas himself did.
Ouch. Haven clamps down a harsh internal security regime on its conquests (literally, the organization is called "Internal Security," or InSec for short). This appears to include all the usual Gestapo/KGB/Stasi crap, networks of informants, bugs, executions of dissidents, and so on.
The Legislaturalists spent sixty years building up InSec into a rather terrifying organ of oppression. When Pierre overthrows them, of course, he reorganizes and purges it to the new "State Security." StateSec is basically a case of "meet the new boss, same as the old boss," including in many cases the same actual thugs still working for the new organization. The main difference is the change in leadership, and the ability of StateSec to punish and kill military officers in a way InSec never could. And of course that StateSec will bellow revolutionary slogans in your ear while administering your regularly scheduled state-mandated beating, instead of just beating you.
Fast-forward a month or two...
"-So I'm afraid I can't quite agree with you there, My Lord," Roger Winton said politely, looking across the palatial conference table at Jackson Denham, the Baron of Seawell and the Star Kingdom's Chancellor of the Exchequer.
"Indeed, your Highness?" Seawell arched his eyebrows, then let his eyes flick very briefly... toward the head of the table before he focused intensely on Roger's expression "I'm afraid I don't follow your logic. Perhaps you could explain it a bit more clearly?"
Roger made himself smile calmly, despite a frisson of anger. He kept his own eyes on Seawell, without so much as a glance in his mother's direction.
"I'm not questioning your current figures, My Lord," he said. "My problem is with your projected future numbers. Specifically, the ones you're showing for trade in the Haven Quadrant. I think the underlying assumptions are far too optimistic given what we've seen out of the People's Republic's current economy."
"Those assumptions are based on quite a few decades of computer time, Your Highness," Seawell pointed out. "And the analysis they support is the product of some highly experienced analysts."
[Roger thinks nasty thoughts about how stupid Seawell is and how biased his analysts must be]
"I understand that, My Lord, but I'd also like to point out that everything coming out of our human intelligence sources in the People's Republic suggests Haven is in the process of adopting highly protectionist economic policies, and I don't see any mention of that in this analysis." He tapped the display in front of him, still smiling pleasantly. "Instead, it assumes current trend lines will continue, rather than dip sharply, and I think that's highly unlikely. According to Dame Allice's current figures, for example, our carrying trade to the People's Republic has fallen by almost nine percent over just the last three quarters. Would you care to comment on that, Dame Alice?"
Roger is starting to attend political meetings along with his mother. Also, we see that Haven is adopting protectionist policies; in particular, they're in the process of nationalizing their independent shipping lines, and locking Manticoran merchant traffic out of Havenite space. Since the Manties themselves make no bones about how their merchant ships full of naval reservists are among their greatest intelligence assets, somehow I'm not surprised.
But that's just a side-effect of an overall Havenite shift toward a sort of interstellar mercantilist economy. They're deliberately closing out foreign sources of goods and services from their conquered subject-planets, to force the subject-planets to rely on goods produced by their core industrial worlds. Which is a big part of their policy of 'looting' the conquered systems, and thus maintaining the productive economies they need in their core systems to keep the overall structure running... and keep paying the BLS to the very large population of Haven itself.
After the meeting, Samantha compliments Roger on how well he handled the meeting. Roger looks at his mother...
Roger smiled, but there was a carefully hidden darkness behind the smile as he looked at his mother. She'd aged noticeably over the last couple of years, and something inside him raged at her increasing frailty, the slight bend in her spine that defied everything the doctors could do. It wasn't right- it wasn't fair!- for her to be visibly fading in front of him when she was barely thirty T-years older than he was.
More consequences of prolong. Roger is about 44, and can expect to live for a couple more centuries, barring accident. His mother is around 75, and all the geriatric advances of two thousand years in the future notwithstanding, old age is catching up with her.
He also reflects grimly that treecats tend not to survive their human partner's deaths- they commit suicide out of grief instead. This means that partnering with humans prior to around 1820 PD was a death sentence for the treecat, because treecat natural life expectancies are much longer than those of humans. Prolong changes this.
Their conversation goes on, though. Samantha and Roger reflect that Haven's thuggish occupation practices and continuing conquests make it harder and harder for people to deny that Haven is a threat to
someone, even if it's no threat to Manticore in particular.
Also, more comments on how the unelected nature of the House of Lords means that it's easier for the Manticoran political parties to wind up with foolish leadership. Because the core of a party's strength is usually in the Lords, it doesn't really matter if they screw up or do something dumb, because their support base in the Lords is still there. Elected politicians have to be cannier about this sort of thing.
One consequence of this is that the 'sensible' faction in Manticoran politics has to endlessly refight the same battles, with the same people, over the same issues. Because no matter how many times an idea is discredited in Manticoran politics, it never
really dies until there are no longer enough votes in the House of Lords to support it.
That's a thing I've largely forgotten in the years since I read the series intensively is just how much Manticore's political hierarchy handicapped it. It's pretty clear that after the end of the Pierre regime, the reborn Republic of Haven probably has the better government!
p.52 wrote:The fact that Leonard Shumate, the Earl of Thompson, was Prime Minister instead of Cromarty [yes, that Cromarty- SJ] was a demonstration of that unhappy truth. Roger had nothing against Thompson. In fact, he liked the earl a great deal, and Thompson was a Crown Loyalist... putting together a majority in the House of Lords- essential for any prime minister- had required some unhappy horsetrading. That was how Jackson Denham had ended up as Chancellor of the Exchequer, traditionally the second most powerful seat in the Cabinet, and how Alfredo Maxwell, a Liberal, had ended up as Home Secretary while a Centrist like Dame Alice had been forced to settle for Trade.
Shifts in the Manticoran cabinet. The monarchy can't get the cabinet they wish they had, because with three major and two minor political parties, all with significant representation in the Lords, it is practically impossible to form anything but a coalition government. As a result, the Liberal and Conservative parties can usually get senior members as cabinet officials of just about any government, even a nominally Centrist/Crown Loyalist one with results ranging from "consensus politics good" to "gridlock and idiots in high places bad."
But at least we got White Haven as First Space Lord. That's something, he told himself.
This is Murdoch Alexander, father to Hamish Alexander, who we meet in the main series.
This White Haven is a very determined, stubborn man, but he's intelligent and has a good grasp of strategy, Roger thinks...
Or it's closer to mine, at least. Of course, that's the dictionary definition of "better," isn't it?
That thought brought him a much-needed chuckle, and he grinned at his mother...
Roger is not entirely without a sense of humor regarding his own tendency to think people who disagree with him are stupid.
...his mother agreed [with something else]. "I just hope the Havenites give us the time for it, Roger."
"It's going to be a while yet," Roger told her, and she looked at him. She let him see the worry in her eyes, and he smiled gently. She'd been worrying about it too long, he thought. And she was afraid she was going to run out of time- that she was going to run out of time- before she accomplished everything her responsibilities to her kingdom required of her.
"We've got at least another twenty or thirty T-years, I think," he continued. "That's part of the problem, actually. The people who want to pretend the sky isn't falling can do exactly what Janacek and Truman have been doing for the last ten or twelve T-years and point out that there's no immediate threat. The problem is they keep acting as if we've got some kind of unlimited savings account of time. That if the threat isn't 'immediate' right this moment we'll always have time to prepare before it becomes 'immediate.'" He shook his head, then shrugged. "The good news is that we're starting to get the people we need in place to do something about it. Like Admiral White Haven and Admiral Lomax."
Ongoing shift in the high command of the RMN, and a reflection on the nature of long term grand strategic planning. Also the nature of military preparations; mobilization takes
time, and you can't pull a well-equipped military out of your back pocket to confront a new threat in a matter of seconds.
If anything, Roger is underestimating how much time it'll take for Haven to directly threaten Manticore, although a really major crisis does take place around 25 years later, so he's not totally off base.
Roger and Samantha go on to discuss Roger's relationship with Angelique Adcock. We learn several things:
-The Winton dynasty has a customary requirement that the crown prince(ss) always marry a commoner,
not an aristocrat. This arguably does a lot to preserve their popularity with the general public.
-Angelique Adcock has serious misgivings about marrying the King. Not Roger Winton, the
King. Because that entails living in a publicity fishbowl, more or less giving up her career ambitions for the full time job of Queen Consort, et cetera. Also because she's afraid of somehow becoming an embarrassment or a problem for Roger. The Mantie equivalent of the tabloids is Not Helping with this.
Anyway, I think I'll leave it at that. Next time, we run into a couple of familiar characters, in an unfamiliar capacity...