War of Honor
Contents (63)
- War of Honor
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Glossary
NO ONE WANTED ANOTHER WAR.
Thomas Theisman didn’t. After risking his life and a fresh round of civil war to overthrow the Committee of Public Safety’s reign of terror and restore the Republic of Haven’s ancient Constitution, an interstellar war was the last thing he wanted.
Baron High Ridge didn’t. The Prime Minister of Manticore was perfectly happy with the war he had. No one was shooting anyone else at the moment, and as long as he could spin out negotiations on the formal treaty of peace, his government could continue to milk all those “hostilities only” tax measures for their own partisan projects.
His Imperial Majesty Gustav didn’t. Now that the fighting between the Star Kingdom and the Havenites had ended, the Andermani Emperor had his own plans for Silesia, and he was confident he could achieve them without a war of his own.
Protector Benjamin didn’t. His people had made too deep a commitment to the Manticoran Alliance, in blood as well as treasure, for him to want to risk seeing it all thrown away.
And Honor Harrington certainly didn’t. The “Salamander” had seen the inside of too many furnaces already, knew too much about how much war cost.
Unfortunately, what they wanted didn’t matter…

David Weber
War of Honor
Honor Harrington - 10
ePub r2.2
Titivillus 19.11.16
Original title: War of Honor
David Weber, 2002
Digital editor: Titivillus
First digital editor: capitancebolleta
ePub base r1.2

For every adoptive parent who knows the true heart-hunger.
God bless.



Prologue
“COM confirms it, Sir.” Korvetten Kapitän Engelmann sounded as if he couldn’t quite believe his own report.
“You’re joking.” Kapitän der Sterne Huang Glockauer, Imperial Andermani Navy, commanding officer of the heavy cruiser IANS Gangying, looked at his executive officer in astonishment. “Code Seventeen-Alpha?”
“No question, Sir. Ruihuan’s positive. As of thirteen-oh-six hours, that’s what they’re squawking.” Engelmann glanced at the bulkhead date/time display. “That’s over six minutes, so I doubt that it’s a mistake.”
“Then it’s got to be a malfunction,” Glockauer half-muttered, eyes swinging back to his auxiliary plot and the glittering icon of the four-megaton Andermani-flagged freighter from which Gangying had just requested a routine identification. “Nobody could be stupid enough to try to sail right past us squawking a Seventeen-Alpha—much less squawk it in response to a specific challenge!”
“I can’t dispute your logic, Skipper,” Engelmann replied. He knew Glockauer wasn’t actually speaking to him, but one of an executive officer’s responsibilities was to play the part of his commanding officer’s alter ego. He was responsible for managing the smooth functioning of the captain’s ship, of course, but that was only part of his job. He was also responsible for providing a sounding board when the captain needed one, and this situation was so bizarre that Glockauer needed a sounding board badly at the moment.
