Somtaaw wrote:...
-When Honor commanded her first destroyer, pre-Crusher and did her little "free the slaves" I think it was an Andermani ship captain who invited her to a lunch. Might have been a Silly though, I'll track that down...
jgnfld wrote:My memory is he was a "good Silesian". A rare animal indeed.
Somtaaw wrote:I stand corrected then, good sir. I hadn't been able to find which book/verse it was yet to confirm on my end. Least this time I threw out an anchor, memory likes to play the oddest tricks sometimes.
Commander Honor Harrington commanded HMS Hawkwing when it was deployed to Silesia (immediately before her attending the Crusher):
Italics are the author's.In Fire Forged, Let's Dance wrote:“Captain, we have a communications request for you from the Confed cruiser Feliksá. It’s from a Commodore Teschendorff,” Lieutenant Florence Boyd said.
***Snippage***
“Well, if it isn’t Commander Harrington!”
Honor turned in surprise, and her almond eyes widened as she found herself face to face with none other than Commodore Mieczyslaw Teschendorff.
***Snip***
“What I was thinking,” Teschendorff went on before she could respond, “is that I’ve never actually had the opportunity to make a treecat’s acquaintance. If you and—Nimitz, was it?—wouldn’t object to my making the most of that opportunity, it would be my pleasure to invite you as my guest to one of my own favorite restaurants. One where I feel reasonably confident my own modest endorsement might convince the management to regard him as yet one more diner and not someone’s pet.”
***Snip***
She was just preparing to leave Chez Fiammetta’s, not without a certain regret, when her waiter reappeared.
“Do you require anything else, Commander Harrington?” he asked her.
“No,” she told him with a smile. “No, thank you. You’ve taken wonderful care of Nimitz and me.”
“You’re entirely welcome, Ma’am,” he replied, then cocked his head to one side. “Excuse me,” he continued, “but I couldn’t help overhearing some of your conversation with the Commodore, especially about your companion here.” He nodded slightly in Nimitz’s direction. “I gathered that you were Manticoran. Given what you had to say about treecats and where they come from, I was wondering if you’d happen to be from Sphinx, yourself?”
“Yes,” Honor said a bit slowly after a moment, her eyes narrowing. “As it happens, Nimitz and I are both from Sphinx.”
“Well, I couldn’t help wondering—especially given . . . Nimitz’s presence—if you might happen to be related to Dr. Allison Harrington?” Honor’s narrowed eyes widened suddenly. “She’s from Beowulf, originally,” the waiter went on a bit quickly.
“As a matter of fact,” Honor replied even more slowly, “Dr. Harrington is my mother.”
The waiter’s eyes widened, yet Nimitz was watching him closely now, and Honor had the impression that the man wasn’t really surprised by the fact that she was Allison Benton-Ramirez y Chou Harrington’s daughter. He seemed more surprised by the fact that she was a naval officer . . . or that she was here on Jasper, perhaps. She wasn’t certain why she thought that, but the impression was quite strong.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if making his mind up about something, then cleared his throat.
“Forgive me, Ma’am. I’m sure I seem to be poking my nose into your affairs, and I apologize for that, but I didn’t really expect to encounter Dr. Harrington’s daughter here in Silesia. Now that I have, I can’t help wondering if you happen to share your mother’s views on genetic slavery.”
***Snip to the waiter fully introducing himself to Honor***
“My name is John Brown Matheson, Commander. My mother adopted the last name—Matheson—for the first officer of the Havenite heavy cruiser that captured the slaver she was on. I chose ‘John Brown’ when I joined the Audubon Ballroom.”