"I did not escape, sir."

"Did you even try?" Contempt now. Esmay could feel the tension in the room.

"Not effectively," Barin said. "Sir."

"I would have thought a Serrano the equal of a few Bloodhorde thugs," Uhlis said. "Would you care to explain to the class your mistakes?" Put that way, it was not a request.

"Sir, I was careless. I thought the person I saw in the inventory bay, wearing a Fleet uniform with Fleet patches, was Fleet personnel."

"Ah. You expected the Bloodhorde to be fur-clad barbarians carrying swords-"

"No, sir. But I didn't expect them to be laying an ambush in the inventory bay. As I said, sir, my carelessness."

"And precisely how did they capture you, Ensign?"

Esmay could tell from the quality of Barin's voice that he was both angry and shamed. "I was climbing an inventory rack-the Deep Space Repair has automated inventory racks some twenty meters tall, but the machinery had been shut off. Ship regulations required using safety harness and line, so I was clipped into the ladder I was climbing. The parts trays were far enough apart that someone could lie flat in them; when I climbed up that far, I found a gun to my head."

"And did you struggle?"

"Yes, sir. But between the harness and the ones who grabbed my legs, and getting knocked unconscious, not effectively."

"I see." Uhlis eyed the rest of the class. "The lesson here is that a moment's inattention-a brief lapse of caution-can and someday will result in your capture. The ensign thought that he was safe, aboard a Fleet vessel, even though he knew intruders had penetrated the ordinary defenses. He saw nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing-and no doubt convinced himself that anything out of the ordinary was the result of the overall emergency situation. Someone else would take care of it. He is lucky to be alive, presumably only because his captors thought he might be

useful that way."

Uhlis paused, long enough that a discreet rustle indicated uncertainty among the other students.

"But the ensign did something right. Two things, in fact. He stayed alive, when it might have been easier to die. And he worked through his post-capture trauma properly, as his reactions just now proved."

A hand shot up on the far side of the room. "Sir-I don't understand."

"Lieutenant Marden, I presume?"

"Yes, sir."

"Kindly identify yourself next time. And haste, in this course, can get you killed. When you don't understand, wait. Be still. Listen. You might learn something that will save your life."

Everyone was very still; Esmay found it hard to breathe. Even Brun had gone immobile, she noticed.

"But since I was going to explain anyway, I will now. Ensign Serrano could, no doubt, have changed his captors' decision to keep him alive, by being too much trouble, while not able to escape. From my understanding, having reviewed his debrief, he had no real opportunity to escape. Therefore, his duty was to stay alive, if possible, by not driving his captors to kill him. This he did, enduring physical abuse without losing control, making no threats, being as passive as possible.

Second, he cooperated fully with remedial therapy. Some rescued captives cannot face what they consider the shame of such therapy; although they cannot evade a minimum requirement, they do not cooperate, and do not receive the benefit of it. Ensign Serrano, by all reports-and of course most of this is confidential, so I have only the output summary-cooperated completely, and his therapists were convinced that he had no residual psychological deficits." Another pause, which no one interrupted.

"Some of you, no doubt, thought I was being rough on Ensign Serrano-sarcastic, critical. I was. I was testing for myself the validity of the therapists' report, before putting him through the trauma of this course, where any unresolved issues might make him a danger to himself and others.

He passed my test. The rest of you . . . we'll just have to see about." Uhlis turned to Barin.

"Ensign Serrano."

"Sir." The back of Barin's neck was no longer flushed.

"Congratulations."

"Sir." Barin's neck reddened again.

"I presume you've all read the introductory material for this class," Uhlis said. His gaze scanned the classroom. Esmay had, as usual, read beyond the introductory assignment, but she judged from the uneasy shifting of some classmates that they had not. Uhlis glanced down at his display.

"Lieutenant Taras, please explain the legal difference between military capture and hostile seizure."

Taras had been one of the wigglers, seated two down from Esmay. She rose to her feet. "Sir, military capture is when a unit surrenders, and hostile seizure is when they're caught off-guard."

"And the legal situation?"

"Well . . . one is surrender and one is-being caught."

"Inadequate. I assume you did not read the assignment, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir." Taras looked deservedly wretched.

Uhlis looked along the row. "Lieutenant Vericour?"

Vericour stood. "Sir, I read it, but I am not sure I understand-I mean, it's clear when someone is kidnapped from a space station while they're on leave or something, as compared with the surrender of personnel from a damaged ship."

"Suppose you were sure that you were facing a situation of hostile seizure: what would be your legal position?"

"Sir, the Code says that I am to attempt escape by any means possible, assisting others to escape-"

"Yes . . . and what obligation do your captors have toward you?"

"If they're signatories to the Otopki Conference, which the Benignity of the Compassionate Hand and the Guernese Republic are, but the Bloodhorde are not, they are obliged to provide adequate life support and medical care . . ."

"Well enough. Lieutenant Suiza-" Vericour sat down, and Esmay rose. "Please define Ensign Serrano's situation in terms of the legal issue I've raised."

"Sir, although Ensign Serrano was captured on board a Fleet vessel, his situation is more like a hostile seizure than military surrender. Since the Bloodhorde are not signatories to the Otopki Conference, they acknowledge no obligation to captives under any circumstances, but Familias law still holds them responsible."

"Very well." Uhlis nodded; Esmay sat down, and he turned his attention to someone else. In a few minutes, he had determined exactly who had read the assignment, and who had not-and who was inclined to be hasty or foolish. Brun was one of the latter, not to Esmay's surprise. Uhlis had just called on her, and found that she had not read the assignment either, and had told her it was even more important for her than for the others.

"I don't see why," Brun said. Uhlis looked at her, a long considering look.

"Even a civilian, Ms. Meager, is expected to abide by the basic courtesies of the class. Please request permission to speak, and identify yourself, before blurting out your ignorance. Better still, listen a little longer and see if you can learn on your own."

Brun's neck reddened, and Esmay could see the tension in her shoulders. But she said nothing more, and Uhlis turned to someone else. Esmay could not relax no matter whose behavior was under his harrow; she almost regretted choosing this class, except that Barin was in it.

Esmay's next class was just down the hall. Barin was there when she came out of the door.

"Lieutenant-good to see you again." His eyes said more. Esmay felt a warm glow, as if she'd stepped into a spotlight.

"Morning, Ensign," she said, being just as formal. She could feel Vericour's interested gaze on her back. "Glad to be off old Kos?"

Barin grinned. "They tell me they'll put me on a line ship after this-assuming I pass all the courses." In his tone was the confidence of someone who always passed his courses.

"You passed the hardest, back on Kos," Esmay said seriously. "And Uhlis knows it."

"I would have preferred things in the opposite order," Barin said. "Training before performance-though you did the same trick with command, only better."