"Release the damn broadcast!" Corain yelled into the securitied phone, at Khalid's chief of staff, who swore Khalid was not available. "God! I don't care if he's in hell, get hold of him and get that release, you damn fool, it's gotten to my office, and thirty-five top reporters sent it downline—what do you mean security hold?"
"This is Khalid," the Councillor cut in, displacing the aide. "Councillor Corain, in light of the content of the interview we've requested a security delay of thirty minutes for the child's own protection. We seem to have a major problem."
"We have a major problem. The longer that hold stays on, the more that hold is going to become news, Councillor, and the longer it stays, the more they're going to ask why. We can't stop that broadcast."
"Assuredly we can't. There were too many news-feeds. I told you not to allow the interview. A minor child is making irresponsible charges on extremely sensitive matters, with international implications. I suggest we answer this with a categorical denial."
"It would have been foolhardy not to allow it. You can't keep the newsservices away from the kid, and you saw what she can do with innuendo."
"She's obviously well-instructed."
"Instructed, hell, Khalid. Take that damned hold off!"
There was long silence on the other end. "The hold will go off in fifteen minutes. I strongly suggest you use the time to prepare an official statement."
"On what? We have nothing to do with these charges."
Again a silence. "Neither have we, Councillor. I think this will require investigation."
It was a securitied line. Any communication could be penetrated if one could get access to the installers; or to the other end of the transmission.
"I think it will, Admiral. There will be a Centrist caucus in one hour. I hope you will be prepared to explain your position."
"It's completely without substantiation," Khalid said to the cameras, on the office vid, while Corain rested his chin on his hand, glancing between the image on the screen and the news-feed that an aide slipped under his view: NP: DEFENSE BUREAU SPOKESMAN DECLINES COMMENT ON ACTION and CP: KHALID CALLS CHARGES FABRICATION.
"... nothing in those files to substantiate any continued quarantine order. It's exactly what I say: Giraud Nye has come up with a piece of fiction, an absolute piece of fiction, and tape-fed it to a minor child who is in no wise fit or competent to understand the potential international repercussions. This is a reprehensible tactic which seeks to use the free press to its own advantage—utterly, utterly fabricated. I ask you, consider whether we will ever see documentation of the child's representations—files which a fifteen-year-old girl maintains she alone has seen, which she cannot—I say cannot produce—unless others produce these putative files for her—files which an impressionable fifteen-year-old child maintains were left for her by her predecessor. I will tell you, seri, I have grave suspicions that no such secret files ever were made by Ariane Emory, that no such program was ever created by Ariane Emory to give ghostly guidance to her successor. I suspect that any such program was written much closer to hand, that the child has been programmed, indeed, programmed—a process in which Reseune is absolutely expert, and in which Councillor Nye himself is an acknowledged authority—in fact a Special who gained his status as a result of his expertise in that very field. The child is a pawn created by Reseune to place legal and emotional obstacles in the way of matters of paramount national interest, and callously used and manipulated to maintain the privilege of a moneyed few whose machiavellian tactics now bid fair to jeopardize the peace. ..."
Reporters were waiting at the hotel. "Are you aware," someone shouted, "of Khalid's accusations, Councillor Nye?"
"We heard them on the way over," uncle Giraud said, while Security maintained them a little clear space in the foyer, while cameramen jostled each other.
"I have an answer," Ari said, ignoring Florian's arm as he tried, with other Security, to get her and uncle Giraud on through the doors. "I want to answer him, can we set up in a conference room?"
"... Thank you," the girl said, made a very young-girl move with both hands getting her hair back behind her shoulders, and then grimaced and shaded her eyes as a light hit her face. "Ow. Could you shine that down? Please?" Then she leaned forward with her arms on the conference table, suddenly businesslike and so like Emory senior that Corain's gut tightened. "What's your question?"
"What do you think about Khalid's allegations?" some reporter yelled out over the others.
Chaos. Absolute chaos. The light swung back into the girl's face and she winced. "Cut it off," someone yelled, "we don't need it."
"Thanks." As the light went off. "You want me to tell what I think about what the admiral says? I think he knows better. He used to be head of Intelligence. He sure ought to. It's not real smart either, to say I'm programmed. I can write psych designs. He's trying to run a psych on everybody, and I can tell you where, do you want me to count it off for you?"
"Go ahead," voices yelled out.
The girl held up one finger. "One: he says there's nothing in the files about a quarantine. He says he doesn't know what's in the files in Reseune: that's what he's complaining about. Whichever way it is, he's either trying to trick you or he's lying about what's in the files.
"Two: he says my uncle tape-fed me the stuff. He doesn't know any such thing. And in fact it's not true.
"Three: he says I don't understand what it could mean in international politics. Unless he knows what's in those files, he doesn't know as much as I do what it could mean.
"Four: he makes fun of the idea my predecessor left a program for me. That's a psych. Funny stuff breaks your concentration and makes you not think real hard about what he's really saying, which is that it's impossible. It's certainly possible. It's a simple branching program with a voice-recognition and a few other security things I don't want to talk about on vid, and I could write it, except for the scrambling, and that's something my own security understands—he's fifteen too. I'm sure Councillor Khalid does, if he was in Intelligence, so it's a pure psych.
"Five: he says my uncles write all the stuff. That's a psych like the first one, because he can just say that and then everybody wonders. I can give you one just exactly like it if I said Khalid won the election because he made up the rumor Gorodin was against the military retirement bill, and because of the way news goes out to the ships in space, and it being right before the vote, the vote was already coming back and being registered by the time Gorodin's saying it wasn't true even got to a lot of places. I heard that on the news. But I guess people forget who it is that makes up lies."
"Oh, my God. . . ." Corain murmured, and rested his head against his hands.
"I think that's done it," Dellarosa said. "I'd advise, ser, we hold a caucus without Defense. I think we need to draw up a position on this."
Corain raked his hand through his hair.
"Dammit, he can't even sue her for libel. She's a minor. And that went out live."
"I think the facts are, ser, the military may have had real practical reasons for preferring Khalid in spite of the rumor. But I think he's taken major damage. Major damage. I wouldn't be surprised if we don't see a challenge from Gorodin. We need to distance ourselves from this. We need a position statement on these supposed secret files. We need it while this broadside barrage is still going on."
"We need—" Corain said, "we need to call for a Science Bureau select committee to look into this, past Giraud Nye, to rule on the girl's competency. But, dammit, you saw that performance. The girl got Khalid, extemp. He played a dirty little in-Bureau game he'd have gotten away with because no one could pin it on him or his staff—but no one's going to forget it in that context."
"Nye told her."
"Don't make that mistake. Khalid just did. And he's dead. Politically, he's dead. He can't counter this one."
"She could charge anyone with being in those damn files!"
"She could have charged Khalid. But she didn't. Which probably means they exist and she's going to produce them. Or she's keeping her story clean . . . that she's waiting on Council. I'll tell you the other problem, friend. Khalid's going to be a liability in that office."
"Khalid's got to resign."
"He won't! Not that one. He'll fight to the bloody end."
"Then I suggest, ser, before we even consider Gorodin, who's stuck with the two-year rule, we explore who else might be viable for us inside that Bureau. How long do you think this is going to go? One bit of garbage floats to the surface—and other people start talking to the press. One more—and it becomes a race to the cameras."
"Dammit."
He had insisted Khalid take the hold off the news releases.
And there was no practical way to answer the charges, except to stall with the Bureau hearings. Which Nye could rush through at lightning speed. More exposure of the girl to the news-services.
No way. Withdraw opposition.
Then the girl got herself a full Council hearing.
And the repercussions of revelations on Gehenna went to the ambassadors from Alliance and from Earth.
The girl was not bluffing.
"One thing," he said as Dellarosa was leaving, "one thing she absolutely beat him on. Find somebody in Defense who makes speeches people can understand, for God's sake."