The Lost Fleet Beyond the Frontier Invincible

“Yes. Charges I couldn’t deny or refute because I couldn’t say one word about it.” Benan stood up, his body rigid at attention. “There is a way out. You can free my wife, Admiral, and free me. You already have adequate grounds for sentencing me to die by firing squad. Do so. Once I am dead, declared a traitor, there is nothing else they can hold over Victoria.”

Geary came to his feet as well, meeting Benan eye to eye. “I will not. You both deserve better.”

“Have you understood nothing?”

“I understand that handing them this victory would accomplish nothing. Dead, your memory could still be smeared, and you’d be unable to testify in your own defense if we can get that block lifted.”

“But—”

“Dammit, Commander! Think! You want me to execute you for treason? Or mutiny? A dead traitor? When your wife has already risked everything to protect your name and honor? That alone would destroy her. And if those charges are raised publicly, how many people would automatically believe a convicted traitor guilty as rumored? How many might accuse her of aiding and abetting in the crime?”

Benan sat down again like a balloon man who had been suddenly deflated. “There’s no way out.”

“There’s always a way out. We just have to find it.” He would do this. He owed it to this man.

Perhaps Benan understood, his eyes sharpening on Geary. “You think to balance the scales?”

“No. I can’t do that. But even if I had never met Victoria Rione, I would not allow this kind of thing to be done to a good officer. And if this Brass Prince project is still running, I need to do what I can to get it shut down. I need you for that.”

Benan shook his head. “You cannot depend upon me. I am not the man I was. I can see myself do things and not control them.”

“Perhaps there is something that can be done now that we know the problem,” Geary said. “I will pursue this. My orders to you, Commander, are to do everything in your power to remain stable. You can tell me what you need, and if that means telling me to lock you into solitary confinement in the brig, then tell me that.”

“Admiral, I can’t even talk about that aspect of it! I can’t suggest things if those things are related to the block! Believe me, I have tried.”

“I don’t have a block.” Geary stood up. “Since we are both convinced that your wife is aware of the blackmail charge that would be used against you, do you have any objection to my telling her the full truth?”

“She is not cleared for that information,” Benan objected.

“She’ll hear it from me.”

Benan stood up, bracing himself on the table’s surface with rigid arms. “I will always hate you, Admiral.”

“I understand that.”

“Why didn’t you take her? You could have had anyone.”

“She didn’t love me. She never did. There’s only one man Victoria Rione loves, one man she would sacrifice everything for, and that is you.”

Commander Benan didn’t answer, his head bowed, tears falling to splash onto the hard surface of the table.

Geary opened the hatch and stepped out, finding Rione and Desjani standing on opposite sides of the hatch. “I learned some answers.” He leaned very close to Rione, his lips next to her ear, his words barely audible. “Emissary Rione, your husband has a mental block implanted by security.” Her face went pale, then flushed with anger. “I think you know how that was justified, but if not, I will brief you privately.”

He stepped back and looked toward Desjani, seeing her glaring at the hatch. “Is he safe now?” she asked.

“No. But we may have found the key to helping him.”

Rione paused partway into the room, looking back at Geary. “Help may still be extraordinarily difficult. Thank you, Admiral.”

She closed the hatch, leaving Desjani and Geary alone.

“Did he—” Desjani began in formal tones.

“No. He did not.” Geary shook his head. “I need to talk with your ship’s medical personnel, but I have a nasty suspicion that they won’t know what to do. Once we get out of jump space, I can talk to the senior fleet doctor. If anyone should be aware of the proper treatment, or able to learn what that is, it should be that doctor. Meanwhile, keep watching him. By his own admission, Commander Benan is not mentally or emotionally reliable or stable.”

“Those damned Syndics,” Desjani muttered.

“The Syndics didn’t do it to him, Tanya. The Alliance did.”

She didn’t answer for a long moment. “Because it was necessary?” Desjani finally asked.

“Yeah. One more thing that was ‘necessary’ to win but somehow didn’t lead to victory.”