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ces。 They can find out how they like spending a few nights in the woods。〃 His eyes glinted at the vision。 〃We can pick them up later。 They've nowhere to go。〃
Cordelia pushed Dubauer ahead of her into the shuttle； a bare and rather decrepit troop transport； and settled him in a free seat。 With the arrival of the last patrol the shuttle seemed crammed with Barrayarans； including the huddled and subdued prisoners； hapless subordinates of the escaped ringleaders； bound in back。 They all seemed such large and muscular young men。 Indeed； Vorkosigan was the shortest one she'd seen so far。
They stared at her curiously； and she caught snatches of conversation in two or three languages。 It wasn't hard to guess their content； and she smiled a bit grimly。 Youth； it appeared； was full of illusions as to how much sexual energy two people might have to spare while hiking forty or so kilometers a day； concussed； stunned； diseased； on poor food and little sleep； alternating caring for a wounded man with avoiding being dinner for every carnivore within range…and with a coup to plan for at the end。 Old folks； too； of thirty…three and forty plus。 She laughed to herself； and closed her eyes； shutting them out。
Vorkosigan returned from the forward pilot's partment； and slid in beside her。 〃Are you doing all right？〃
She gave him a nod。 〃Yes。 Rather overwhelmed by all these herds of boys。 I think you Barrayarans are the only ones who don't carry mixed crews。 Why is that； I wonder？〃
〃Partly tradition； partly to maintain an aggressive outlook。 They haven't been annoying you？〃
〃No； amusing me only。 I wonder if they realize how they are used？〃
〃Not a bit。 They think they are the emperors of creation。〃
〃Poor lambs。〃
〃That's not how I'd describe them。〃
〃I was thinking of animal sacrifice。〃
〃Ah。 That's closer。〃
The shuttle's engines began to whine； and they rose into the air。 They circled the cratered mountain once； then struck east and upward to the sky。 Cordelia watched out the window as the land they had so painfully traversed on foot swept under them in as many minutes as they had taken days。 They soared over the great mountain where Rosemont lay rotting； close enough to see the snowcap and glaciers gleaming orange in the setting sun。 They passed on east through nightrise； and dead of night； the horizon curved away； and they broke into the perpetual day of space。
As they approached the General Vorkraft's parking orbit Vorkosigan left her again to go forward and supervise。 He seemed to be receding from her； absorbed back into the matrix of men and duty from which he had been torn。 Well； surely they would have some quiet times together in the months ahead。 Quite a few months； by what Gottyan had said。 Pretend you're an anthropologist； she told herself； studying the savage Barrayarans。 Think of it as a vacation…you wanted a long vacation after this Survey tour anyway。 Well； here it is。 Her fingers were picking loose threads from the seat； and she stilled them with a slight frown。
They made their docking very cleanly； and the mob of hulking soldiers rose； gathered their equipment； and clattered out。 Koudelka appeared at her elbow； and informed her he was assigned as her guide。 Guard； more likely…or babysitter…she did not feel very dangerous this moment。 She gathered Dubauer and followed him aboard Vorkosigan's ship。
It smelled different from her Survey ship； colder； full of bare unpainted metal and cost…effective shortcuts taken out of fort and decor； like the difference between a living room and a locker room。 Their first destination was sickbay； to drop off Dubauer。 It was a clean； austere series of rooms； much larger even proportionally than her Survey ship's； prepared to handle plenty of pany。 It was nearly deserted now； but for the chief surgeon and a couple of corpsmen whiling away their duty hours doing inventory； and a lone soldier with a broken arm kicking his heels and kibitzing。 Dubauer was examined by the doctor； whom Cordelia suspected was more expert at disruptor injuries than her own surgeon； and turned over to the corpsmen to be washed and bedded down。
〃You're going to have another customer shortly；〃 Cordelia told the surgeon； who was one of Vorkosigan's four men over forty。 〃Your captain has a really filthy infection going on his shin。 It's gone systemic。 Also； I don't know what those little blue pills are you fellows have in your medkits； but by what he said the one he took this morning ought to be running out just about now。〃
〃That damned poison；〃 the doctor bitched。 〃Sure； it's effective； but they could find something less wearing。 Not to mention the trouble we have hanging on to them。〃
Cordelia suspected this last was the crux of the matter。 The doctor busied himself setting up the antibiotic synthesizer and preparing it for programming。 Cordelia watched the expressionless Dubauer put to bed； the start； she saw； of an endless series of hospital days as straight and same as a tunnel to the end of his life。 The cold whispering doubt of whether she had done him a service would be forever added to her inventory of night thoughts。 She dawdled around him for a while； covertly waiting for the arrival of her other ex…charge。
Vorkosigan came in at last； acpanied； in fact supported； by a couple of other officers she had not yet met； and giving orders。 He had obviously cut his timing too fine； for he looked frighteningly bad。 He was white； sweating； and trembling； and Cordelia thought she could see where the lines on his face would be when he was seventy。
〃Haven't you been taken care of yet？〃 he asked when he saw her。 〃Where's Koudelka？ I thought I told him…oh； there you are。 She's to have the Admiral's cabin。 Did I say that？ And stop by stores and get her some clothes。 And dinner。 And a new charge for her stunner。〃
〃I'm fine。 Hadn't you better lie down yourself？〃 said Cordelia anxiously。
Vorkosigan； still on his feet； was wandering around in circles like a wind…up toy with a damaged mainspring。 〃Got to let Bothari out；〃 he muttered。 〃He'll be hallucinating by now。〃
〃You just did that； sir；〃 reminded one of the officers。 The surgeon caught his eye； and jerked his head meaningfully toward the examining table。 Together they intercepted Vorkosigan in his orbit； propelled him semi…forcibly to it； and made him lie down。
〃It's those damned pills；〃 the surgeon explained to Cordelia； taking pity on her alarmed look。 〃He'll be all right in the morning； except for lethargy and a hell of a headache。〃
The surgeon turned back to his task； to cut the taut trouser away from the swollen leg； and swear under his breath at what he found beneath。 Koudelka glanced over the surgeon's shoulder； and turned back to Cordelia with a false smile pinned over a green face。
Cordelia nodded and reluctantly withdrew； leaving Vorkosigan in the hands of his professionals。 Koudelka； seeming to enjoy his role as courier even though it had caused him to miss the show of his captain's return on board； led her off to stores for clothing； disappeared with her stunner； and dutifully returned it fully charged。 It seemed to go against his grain。
〃There's not a whole lot I could do with it anyway；〃 she said at the dubious look on his face。
〃No； no； the old man said you were to have it。 I'm not going to argue with him about prisoners。 It's a sensitive subject with him。〃
〃So I understand。 I might point out； if it will help your perspective； that our two governments are not at war as far as I know； and that I am being unlawfully detained。〃
Koudelka puzzled over this attempted readjustment of his point…of…view； then let it bounce harmlessly off his impermeable habits of thought。 Carrying her new kit； he led her to her quarters。
CHAPTER FIVE
Stepping out of her cabin door next morning she found a guard posted。 The top of her head was level with his broad shoulders； and his face reminded her of an overbred borzoi； narrow； hook…nosed； with his eyes too close together。 She realized at once where she had seen him before； at a distance in a dappled wood； and had a moment of residual fear。
〃Sergeant Bothari？〃 she hazarded。
He saluted her； the first Barrayaran to have done so。 〃Ma'am；〃 he said； and fell silent。
〃I want to go to sickbay；〃 she said uncertainly。
〃Yes； ma'am。〃 His voice was a deep bass； monotonous in its cadence。 He executed a neat turn and led off。 （Guessing that he had relieved Koudelka as her guide and keeper； she pattered after him。 She was not quite ready to attempt light conversation with him； so asked him no questions en route。 He offered her only silence。 Watching him； it occurred to her that a guard on her door might be as much to keep others out as her in。 Her stunner seemed suddenly heavy on her hip。
At sickbay she found Dubauer sitting up and dressed in insignialess black fatigues like the ones she had been issued。 His hair had been cut and he had been shaved。 There was certainly nothing wrong with the physical care he was receiving。 She spoke to him a while； until her own voice began to sound inane in her ears。 He looked at her； but gave little other reaction。
She caught a glimpse of Vorkosigan in a private chamber off the main ward； and he motioned her to enter。 He was dressed in plain green pajamas of the standard design； and was sitting up in bed stabbing away with a light pen at a puter interface swung over it。 Curiously； although he was clothed almost civilian style； bootless and weaponless； her impression of him was unchanged。 He seemed a man who could carry on stark naked； and only make those around him feel overdressed。 She smiled a little at this private image； and greeted him with a sketchy wave。 One of the officers who had escorted him to sickbay last night was standing by the bed。
〃mander Naismith； this is Lieutenant mander Vorkalloner； my second officer。 Excuse me a moment； captains may e and captains may go； but the administration goes on forever。〃
〃Amen。〃
Vorkalloner looked very much the professional Barrayaran soldier； he might have stepped out of a recruiting advertisement。 Yet there was a certain underlying humor in his expression that made her think him a tolerable preview of Ensign Koudelka in ten or twelve years time。
〃Captain Vorkosigan speaks highly of you；〃 said Vorkalloner； making small talk。 A slight frown from his captain at this opening escaped his notice。 〃I guess if we could only catch one Betan； you were the best choice。〃
Vorkosigan winced。 Cordelia gave him a slight shake of her head； signaling to let the gaffe pass。 He shrugged； and began tapping out something on his keyboard。
〃As long as all my people are safely on their way home； I'll take it as a fair trade。 Almost all of them； anyway。〃 Rosemont's ghost breathed coldly in her ear； and Vorkalloner seemed suddenly less amusing。 〃Why were you all so anxious to put us in a bottle； anyway？〃
〃Why； orders；〃 said Vorkalloner simply； like an ancient fundamentalist who answers every question with the tautology； 〃Because God made it that way。〃 Then a little agnostic doubt began to creep over his face。 〃Actually； I thought we might have been sent out here on guard duty as some kind of punishment；〃 he joked。
The remark caught Vorkosigan's humor。 〃For your sins？ Your cosmology is too egocentric； Aristede。〃 Leaving Vorkalloner to unravel that； he went on to Cordelia； 〃Your detention was intended to be free of bloodshed。 It would have been； too； but for that other little matter cropping up in the middle of it。 It is a worthless apology for some；〃 and she knew he shared the memory of Rosemont's burial in the cold black fog； 〃but it is the only truth I can offer you。 The responsibility is no less mine for that。 As I am sure someone in the high mand will point out when this arrives。〃 He smiled sourly and continued typing。
〃Well； I can't say I'm sorry to have messed up their invasion plans；〃 she said daringly。 There； let's see what that stirs up。。。
〃What invasion？〃 asked Vorkalloner； waking up。
〃I was afraid you'd figure that out； once you saw the cache caverns；〃 said Vorkosigan to her。 〃It was still being hotly debated when we left； and the expansionists were waving the advantage of surprise as a big stick to beat the peace party。 Speaking as a private person…well； I have not that righ