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But Dubauer recoiled from him； and between the ensign's resistance and his own bad leg； the awkward attempt failed。
Vorkosigan withdrew into himself； and became less talkative； after that。 All his concentration seemed focused on pushing himself ahead just one more step； but he muttered to himself alarmingly。 Cordelia had a nasty vision of collapse and fevered delirium； and no faith at all in her ability to take over his role of identifying and contacting a loyal member of his crew。 It was plain that an error in judgment could be lethal； and while she could not say that all Barrayarans looked alike to her； she was forcibly reminded of the old conundrum that starts； 〃All Cretans are liars。〃
Near sunset； threading their way through a patch of denser woods； they came suddenly on a little glade of astonishing beauty。 A waterfall foamed down over a bed of black rocks that glistened like obsidian； a cascade of lace alive with light。 The grass that bordered the streambed was backlit by the sun in a translucent gold glow。 The surrounding trees； tall； dark green； and shady； set it like a gem。
Vorkosigan leaned on his stick and gazed at it a while。 Cordelia thought she had never seen a tireder looking human being； but then； she had no mirror。
〃We have about fifteen kilometers to go；〃 he said。 〃I don't wish to approach the cache in the dark。 We'll stop here tonight； rest； and take it in the morning。〃
They flopped down in the soft grass and watched the glorious flaming sunset in silence； like an old married couple too tired to get up and turn it off。 At last the failing light forced them into action。 They washed hands and faces in the stream； and Vorkosigan shared his Barrayaran field rations at last。 Even after four days of oatmeal and blue cheese dressing； they were a disappointment。
〃Are you sure this isn't instant boots？〃 asked Cordelia sadly； for in color； taste； and smell they closely resembled pulverized shoe leather pressed into wafers。
Vorkosigan grinned sardonically。 〃They're organic； nutritious； and they'll keep for years…in fact； they probably have。〃
Cordelia smiled around a dry and chewy mouthful。 She hand…fed Dubauer his…he was inclined to spit them out…then washed and settled him for the night。 He had had no seizures this day； which she hoped might be a sign of partial improvement in his condition。
The earth still breathed a fortable warmth from the heat of the day； and the stream purled softly in the stillness。 She wished she could sleep for a hundred years； like an enchanted princess。 Instead she rose and volunteered for the first watch。
〃I think you'd better have the extra sleep tonight；〃 she told Vorkosigan。 〃I've had the short watch two nights out of three。 It's your turn。〃
〃There's no need…〃 he began。
〃If you don't make it； I don't make it；〃 she pointed out bluntly。 〃And neither does he。〃 She jerked her thumb at the quiescent Dubauer。 〃I intend to see that you make it tomorrow。〃
Vorkosigan took another half painkiller and lay back where he sat； conceding the argument。 Still he remained restless； sleep evading him； and he watched her through the dimness。 His eyes seemed to gleam feverishly。 He finally propped himself up on one elbow； as she finished a patrol around the edge of the glade and sat down cross…legged on the ground beside him。
〃I。。。〃 he began； and trailed off。 〃You're not what I expected a female officer to be。〃
〃Oh？ Well； you're not what I expected a Barrayaran officer to be； either； so I guess that makes two of us。〃 She added curiously； 〃What did you expect？〃
〃I'm…not sure。 You're as professional as any officer I've ever served with； without once trying to be an； an imitation man。 It's extraordinary。〃
〃There's nothing extraordinary about me；〃 she denied。
〃Beta Colony must be a very unusual place； then。〃
〃It's just home。 Nothing special。 Lousy climate。〃
〃So I've heard。〃 He picked up a twig and dug little furrows into the soil with it； until it snapped。 〃They don't have arranged marriages on Beta Colony； do they？〃
She stared。 〃Certainly not！ What a bizarre concept。 Sounds almost like a civil rights violation。 Heavens…you don't mean to say they do； on Barrayar？〃
〃In my caste； almost always。〃
〃Doesn't anybody object？〃
〃They're not forced。 Arranged； by the parents usually。 It…seems to work。 For many people。〃
〃Well； I suppose it's possible。〃
〃How； ah…how do you arrange yourselves？ With no go…betweens it must be very awkward。 I mean； to refuse someone； to their face。〃
〃I don't know。 It's something lovers work out after they've known each other quite a time； usually； and wish to apply for a child permit。 This contractual thing you describe must be like marrying a total stranger。 Naturally it would be awkward。〃
〃Hm。〃 He found another twig。 〃In the Time of Isolation； on Barrayar； for a man to take a woman of the soldier caste for a lover was regarded as stealing her honor； and he was supposed to die a thief's death for it。 A custom more honored in the breach； I'm sure； although it's a favorite subject for drama。 Today we are betwixt and between。 The old customs are dead； and we keep trying on new ones； like badly fitting clothes。 It's hard to know what's right； anymore。〃 After a moment he added； 〃What had you expected？〃
〃From a Barrayaran？ I don't know。 Something criminal； I suppose。 I wasn't too crazy about being taken prisoner。〃
His eyes fell。 〃I've…seen what you're talking about； of course。 I can't deny it exists。 It's an infection of the imagination； that spreads from man to man。 It's worst when it goes from the top down。 Bad for discipline； bad for morale。。。 I hate most how it affects the younger officers； when they encounter it in the men they should be molding themselves on。 They haven't the weight of experience； to fight it in their own minds； nor distinguish when a man is stealing the Emperor's authority to cloak his own appetites。 And so they are corrupted almost before they know what's happening。〃 His voice was intense in the darkness。
〃I'd actually only thought about it from the prisoner's point of view； myself。 I take it I am fortunate in my choice of captors。〃
〃They're the scum of the service。 But you must believe； a small minority。 Although I've no use for those who pretend not to see； either； and they are not such a minority as。。。 Make no mistake。 It's not an easy infection to fight off。 But you have nothing to fear from me。 I promise you。〃
〃I'd…already figured that out。〃
They sat in silence for a time； until the night crept up out of the low places to drain the last turquoise from the sky； and the waterfall ran pearly in the starlight。 She thought he had fallen asleep； but he stirred； and spoke again。 She could barely see his face； but for a little glint from the whites of his eyes； and his teeth。
〃Your customs seem so free； and calm； to me。 As innocent as sunlight。 No grief； no pain； no irrevocable mistakes。 No boys turned criminal by fear。 No stupid jealousy。 No honor ever lost。〃
〃That's an illusion。 You can still lose your honor。 It just doesn't happen in a night。 It can take years； to drain away in bits and dribbles。〃 She paused； in the friendly dark。 〃I knew this woman； once…a very good friend of mine。 In Survey。 She was rather…socially inept。 Everyone around her seemed to be finding their soul…mates； and the older she grew； the more panicky she got about being left out。 Quite pathetically anxious。
〃She finally fell in with a man with the most astonishing talent for turning gold into lead。 She couldn't use a word like love； or trust； or honor in his presence without eliciting clever mockery。 Pornography was permitted； poetry； never。
〃They were； as it happened； of equal rank when the captaincy of their ship fell open。 She'd sweated blood for this mand； worked her tail off…well； I'm sure you know what it's like。 mands are few； and everybody wants one。 Her lover persuaded her； partly by promise that turned out to be lies； later…children； in fact…to stand down in his favor； and he got the mand。 Quite the strategist。 It ended soon after。 Thoroughly dry。
〃She had no stomach for another lover； after that。 So you see； I think your old Barrayarans may have been on to something； after all。 The inept…need rules； for their own protection。〃
The waterfall whispered in the silence。 〃I…knew a man once；〃 his voice came out of the darkness。 〃He was married； at twenty； to a girl of high rank of eighteen。 Arranged； of course； but he was very happy with it。〃
〃He was away most of the time； on duty。 She found herself free； rich； alone in the capital in the society of people…not altogether vicious； but older than herself。 Rich parasites； their parasites； users。 She was courted； and it went to her head。 Not her heart； I think。 She took lovers； as those around her did。 Looking back； I don't think she felt any more emotion for them than vanity and pride of conquest； but at the time。。。 He had built up a false picture of her in his mind； and having it suddenly shattered。。。 This boy had a very bad temper。 It was his particular curse。 He resolved on a duel with her lovers。
〃She had two on her string； or her on theirs； I can't say which。 He didn't care who survived； or if he were arrested。 He imagined he was disho