"Serrano Legacy - 03 - Winning Colors" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moon Elizabeth)

"Noа.а.а. no, it wasn't anything like that. ButЧshe wouldn't have been a good matchа.а.а. for the family.а.а.а." Finally, he was catching on.
"Whether you really loved her or notЧyou can imagine someone you did really love, that wouldn't be right because it would hurt the family. Right?"
"Right." Now he sounded glum and sulky.
"Ronnie, this isn't an age in which anyone gives much for romantic love. If it happens that you fall for someone of the right class, at the right time, then fine. But most people don't. Petris and I served on the same ships and never allowed ourselves to notice that we loved each other: it would have been bad for the ship. Grown-ups have values outside their own skins."
"And you're saying I'm not a grown-up yet?"
"No. You areЧyou've grown a lot in the time I've known you, and frankly you've surprised me. But this last lingering bit of adolescence is hanging on, right where it usually does."
He gave a rueful laugh. "I suppose you think I'm silly."
"Not at all. Nor do I think your situation with Raffa will last forever, especially not if you set out to change it."
"How?"
Heris was tempted to say, You're a grown-up; you figure it out, but she had never seen Ronnie as a master of strategy. Brave, yes. Bright enough in limited circumstances, yes. But not a strategist. "Two things. You either need to change the overall situation so that your parents' quarrel with your aunt no longer imperils your inheritance and your parents' political and economic allies, or you need to change your situation in relation to your parents. Ideally, both."
"Both! That's impossible." Ronnie began to stride around the small office, exactly like a nervous colt in a small box stall. Heris expected him to bump his nose into a wall and rear at any moment. "I can't make Aunt Cecelia change her mind; nobody'sever made Aunt Cecelia change her mind. And I can't make my parents be someone else. Not unless I repudiate them and change my name or something. How will disinheriting myself help convince Raffa?"
Just as she'd thought, no strategic sense at all. "Ronnie, look at what you've told me you want. You want to marry Raffa, but I assume this means you also want a long, happy, profitable life and you don't want to harm either her family or yours."
"Wellа.а.а. yes."
"You also want the best for your Aunt Cecelia, don't you?"
"Yes, but I can't do all that at once."
"Not if you don't look at it. You know my background; well, a consistent mistake I've seen commanders make is defining the mission too narrowly. Did you ever study the Patchcock Incursion in the Royals?"
"Uhа.а.а. yes. It got kind of complicated.а.а.а."
"It was complicated from the beginning, and an oversimplified mission statement made it worse. Military commanders like to see neat, tidy problemsа.а.а. well, I suppose everyone does. The dog is howling: shoot the dog. The contract colonists are rioting: shoot the colonists. The contract corporation reneged on its contract to provide medical services: shoot the corporation CEO. The Council told Fleet Command they wanted no more rioting on Patchcock. Theydidn't tell Fleet Command that a two-month interruption in shipments of ore would bankrupt Gleisco Metals, with cascading effects through its parent corporation into half a dozen Chairholders. They didn't tell Fleet that a two-month interruption in ore shipments would mean cutting off the food supply not only to Patchcock but also to Derrien and Slidell. They didn't tell Fleet that Gleisco Metals had refused to provide services agreed on, and then altered the contracts to reflect that. So Fleet went in to sit on some malcontents, and ended up responsible for the deaths by starvation of several thousand people, the deaths by direct action of thousands more, andЧif you care to look at it that way, which the then king did, the suicides of eighteen members of high-ranking families, including five of the six Chairholders most closely connected to Gleisco. The other one was murdered by his own sister."
"I didn't know all that," Ronnie said. He looked very uncomfortable. "They told us about it as an example of a commander losing control of troops in a battlefield situation."
"Hushed it up," Heris said. "I thought they might have done it, even after the trials at the time." She grinned, without humor. Her family had been involved in that one, too. "My point is that if you want something to happen, you must specify that something with great care and as much completeness as possible. Then, and only then, can you devise a strategy to accomplish what you really wantЧall of itЧand not some little bit that turns out to be meaningless when everything else falls apart."
He didn't answer at once, a good sign. When the silence had become uncomfortably long (for Heris had chores to do) she tried to divert him to another topic.
"What are they going to do with the Royal Aerospace Service, now that the king has abdicated?" she asked.
"Hmm? Ohа.а.а. I don't know. I'm notЧI was told I was not required to report, which really meant they didn't want me. That's one reason I thought I'd do better with Aunt Cecelia, staying out of trouble."
That didn't sound good. The rich young men who made up the officer corps of the Royal Aerospace Service might cause trouble in a lump while on duty, but would surely cause trouble if suddenly turned out, idle and feckless, into the streets of the capital. Someone wasn't thinking clearly, not for the first time.
"That's good for you," she said crisply. "You are free to do something else, something that will convince Raffaele's parents that you are a mature, responsible, independent young man. Ideal husband material."
"But what?" he asked. What indeed? Then it came to her.
"Go talk to Lord Thornbuckle," she said. "I'm sure he can find a mission for you. Don't tell him about RaffaЧjust ask what you can do to help."
When he'd left, she put her head in her hands for a moment. She wanted to get away before someone else had a crisis for her to deal with. If only Cecelia would quit fuming about her family, they could leave for somewhereЧanywhereЧand be out of reach of everyone's family problems.
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Chapter Three
"What is it, another little problem?" Cecelia was scowling into a viewscreen. "Bad hocks," she muttered, before Heris said anything.
"Where?"
"This excuse for a hunter stallionЧlook at it!" Heris came around the end of the desk and looked at the shiny black horse on the viewscreen. It trotted back and forth, looking sound enough to her. Cecelia froze the picture, and pointed. "HereЧthis is the problem. Those hocks should be much biggerЧ"
"It's the feet that always look too small to me," Heris said. No use trying to get Cecelia's mind shifted to the crew until she'd worked her way through the horse business. "Why are the hocks too small?"
The answer took longer than Heris had expected, because Cecelia insisted on bringing up video files on a dozen or so horses, as well as an animated skeletal model. And when Heris dismissed it, at the end, with "I seeЧjust like ankles, as you saidЧankles sprain more often than knees or hips," Cecelia threw up her hands.
"You are ridiculous! It's the same joint, but it's not the same stresses. I give up. What was it you came about?"
Heris had hoped to soothe Cecelia, but since that hadn't worked, she tried for a bland, quick summary of her reasons for wanting a quick departure. "Arash Livadhi, who saved our skins as you recall, has asked me a favor; he wants me to transport one of his crew, who needs to beа.а.а. erа.а.а. out of touch for a while."
"Why?"
"He didn't say, exactly. It has something to do with the mess we were all in, and something the person overheard. He's a communications tech."
Cecelia scowled at her. "Is this a way of sneaking in another ex-military crewmember?"
"No." Heris didn't explain further; it wouldn't help.
"I don't like it," Cecelia said.
"Arash's medical teams saved Sirkin's life," Heris pointed out. "And yours. We owe him, both of us. He got us back here, past potential enemies, in time for the Grand Council."
Cecelia's expression didn't soften. Inspiration hit. "You don't have to consider this person a crewmember, if you wish. Since it's technically my ship, consider him my guest."
"YouЧ!" Cecelia's face went white, then red in patches, then she burst into laughter. "Youstinker ! I almost wish I'd known you when you were all military. You must have beenЧ"
"Difficult," Heris said demurely. "Difficult is what they called it."
"Brilliant on occasion, I've no doubt. If you were my age, I'd thrash you, but consideringЧI'll just put some interesting problems in your next riding lesson."
It was Heris's turn to stare. "You can't mean thatЧyou think I'm going on with riding?"
"It would exercise something besides your ingenuity," Cecelia said. "And you never know when physical fitness will come in handy. You and Petris, for instanceЧ"
Heris felt the heat in her face. She and Petris indeed. She struggled for something, anything, to say, and blurted it out before her internal editor had a chance at it. "We have other ways of maintaining physical fitness.а.а.а."