A Talent for War by Jack McDevitt Page B

of tension on Imarios, the subsequent revolt, and Cormorals catastrophic intervention, they widen into a graphic portrayal of social and political upheaval on a small world which was struggling to maintain its neutrality, and thereby its survival, at a time when Christopher Sim and his band of heroes needed every assistance.
    Some of the portraits are unsettling. We're accustomed to thinking of those who actively opposed the onslaught of the Ashiyyur as patriots: valiant men and women who risked life and fortune across a hundred worlds to persuade reluctant governments to intervene during the crisis.
    But here is Tanner on the reaction to the mute assault against the City on the Crag: Downtown today, speaker after speaker blasted the government and urged immediate intervention. There were some from the University, even old Angus Markham, whom I've never before seen angry. They were joined by some out-of-power politicians, and some entertainers, who seriously believe we ought to send off the entire fleet to make war on the Ashiyyur. I read yesterday that the "fleet" consists of two destroyers and one frigate. One of the destroyers is undergoing major repairs, and all three vessels are obsolete.
    There were others present whom I took to be members of the Friends of the Confederacy.
    They stirred up the mob, which in turn clubbed a few people who didn't share their point of view, and probably a couple who did but didn't move quickly enough. Then they set off across town to march on the Council chambers. But Grenville Park is a long walk from Balister Avenue, and along the way they overturned some vehicles, attacked the police, and broke into a few bars.
    A patriot is someone who's prepared to sacrifice anything, even other people's children, for a just cause.
    Damn Sim anyhow! The war goes on and on, and everyone knows it's futile. There's a rumor that the Ashiyyur have asked us for the Amorda. For God's sake, I hope the Council is wise enough to comply.
    I looked up Amorda. It was a guarantee of peace and autonomy to anyone who would accept Ashiyyurean suzerainty. I was surprised to discover that, for every human world that joined the Resistance, two remained neutral. A few even threw their support to the invaders.
    The Amorda. It was a simple offering: a few cubic centimeters of earth from one's capital, encased in an urn of pure silver, signifying fidelity.
    I scrolled ahead: while the Council debated its action, the hour struck for the City on the Crag.
    The Ashiyyur destroyed her defenses, and her orbiting factories. That center of culture, the long-time symbol of literature, democracy, and progress along the Frontier, was occupied at leisure.
    It's a blunder of incredible dimensions, wrote Tanner. One almost wonders whether the Ashiyyur are deliberately trying to create the conditions for Tarien Sim to complete his alliance against them. In any case, the moment for the government of Khaja Luan to declare its neutrality, if indeed it ever existed at all has passed. We will join the Page 42

    war. The only issue now is when.
    The attack is a surprise to no one. The City on the Crag, and her small group of allies, was technically neutral but it was no secret that her volunteers have been fighting actively with the Dellacondans. It's also common knowledge that Sim has been getting strategic supplies from her orbiting factories. The Ashiyyur were justified; but I wish they could have shown some restraint.
    This may be enough to bring Earth or Rimway into the war. If that happens, God knows where it will end.
    Tanner had been conducting a comparative ethics class when the first reports arrived.
    Discussing the good and the beautiful she comments sadly, while the children of Plato and Tulisofala cut one another's throats. The target was assaulted by a force of several hundred ships that swept its hastily constructed defenses aside. Collapse had followed within hours. And that night, while most of us concentrated on our steak and