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cleanly as possible； and placed under arrest on a charge of mutiny。 There will be some others later。 I don't want any munication with the General Vorkraft until they're under lock and key。 Do you know where Lieutenant Buffa is？〃
〃In the caverns。 Sir？〃 Koudelka was starting to look a little miserable； as he began to deduce what was happening。
〃Yes？〃
〃Are you sure about Tafas？〃
〃Nearly。〃 Vorkosigan gentled his voice。 〃They'll be tried。 That's the purpose of a trial； to separate the guilty from the innocent。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 Koudelka accepted this limited guarantee for the welfare of a man Cordelia guessed must be his friend with a little bow of his head。
〃Do you begin to see why I said the statistics about civil war conceal the most reality？〃 said Vorkosigan。
〃Yes； sir。〃 Koudelka met his eye squarely； and Vorkosigan nodded； sure of his man。
〃All right。 You two e with me。〃
They started off； Vorkosigan taking her arm again and scarcely limping； neatly concealing how much weight he was putting on her。 They followed another path through the woodlands； up and down uneven ground； ing out within sight of the camouflaged door to the cache caverns。
The waterfall that spun down beside it ended in a little pool； spilling over into a pretty stream which ran off into the woods。 A strange group was assembled beside it。 Cordelia could not at first make out what they were doing。 Two Barrayarans stood watching while two more knelt by the water。 As they approached the two kneelers stood； hauling a dripping； tan…clad figure； hands tied behind his back； from a prone position to his feet。 He coughed； struggling for breath in sobbing gasps。
〃It's Dubauer！〃 cried Cordelia。 〃What are they doing to him？〃
Vorkosigan； who seemed to know instantly just what they were doing to him； muttered 〃Oh； hell；〃 and started forward at a jerky jog。 〃That's my prisoner！〃 he roared out as they neared the group。 〃Hands off him！〃
The Barrayarans braced so fast it looked like a spinal reflex。 Dubauer； released； fell to his knees； still drawing breath in long sobs。 Cordelia； running past them to Dubauer； thought she had never seen a more astonished…looking array of men。 Dubauer's hair； swollen face； scanty new beard； and collar were soaking wet； his eyes were red； and he continued to cough and sneeze。 Horrified； she finally realized the Barrayarans had been holding his head underwater by way of torture。
〃What is this； Lieutenant Buffa？〃 Vorkosigan pinned the senior of the group with a thunderous frown。
〃I thought the Betans killed you； sir！〃 said Buffa。
〃They didn't；〃 Vorkosigan said shortly。 〃What are you doing with this Betan？〃
〃Tafas captured him in the woods； sir。 We've been trying to question him…find out if there's any more around…〃 he glanced at Cordelia； 〃but he refuses to talk。 Hasn't said a word。 And I always thought Betans were soft。〃
Vorkosigan rubbed his hand over his face for a moment； as if praying for strength。
〃Buffa；〃 he said patiently； 〃this man was hit by disruptor fire five days ago。 He can't talk； and if he could he wouldn't know anything anyway。〃
〃Barbarians！〃 cried Cordelia； kneeling on the ground。 Dubauer had recognized her； and was clutching her。 〃You Barrayarans are nothing but barbarians； scoundrels； and assassins！〃
〃And fools。 Don't leave out fools。〃 Vorkosigan withered Buffa with a glare。 A couple of the men had the good grace to look rather ill； as well as ill at ease。 Vorkosigan let out his breath with a sigh。 〃Is he all right？〃
〃Seems to be；〃 she admitted reluctantly。 〃But he's pretty shaken up。〃 She was shaking herself in her outrage。
〃mander Naismith； I apologize for my men；〃 said Vorkosigan formally； and loudly； so that no one there could mistake that their Captain humbled himself before his prisoner because of them。
〃Don't click your heels at me；〃 muttered Cordelia savagely； for his ear alone。 At his bleak look she relented a little； and said more loudly； 〃It was an error in interpretation。〃 Her eye fell on Lieutenant Buffa； attempting to make his considerable height appear to melt into the ground。 〃Any blind man could have made it。 Oh； hell；〃 she added； for Dubauer's terror and distress were triggering another convulsion。 Most of the Barrayarans looked away； variously embarrassed。 Vorkosigan； who was getting practiced； knelt to give her what aid she needed。 When the seizure subsided he stood。
〃Tafas； give your weapons to Koudelka；〃 he ordered。 Tafas hesitated； glancing around； then slowly plied。
〃I didn't want any part of it； sir；〃 he said desperately。 〃But Lieutenant Radnov said it was too late。〃
〃You'll〃 get a chance to speak for yourself later on；〃 said Vorkosigan wearily。
〃What's going on？〃 asked the bewildered Buffa。 〃Have you seen mander Gottyan； sir？〃
〃I've given mander Gottyan…separate orders。 Buffa； you are now in charge of the landing party。〃 Vorkosigan repeated his orders for the arrest of his short list； and detached a group to carry out the task。
〃Ensign Koudelka； take my prisoners to the cave； and see that they're given proper food； and whatever else mander Naismith requires。 Then see that the shuttle is ready to go。 We'll be leaving for the ship as soon as the…other prisoners are secured。〃 He avoided the word 〃mutineers；〃 as though it were too strong； like blasphemy。
〃Where are you going？〃 asked Cordelia。
〃I'm going to have a talk with mander Gottyan。 Alone。〃
〃Hm。 Well； don't make me regret my own advice。〃 Which was as close as she could e at the moment to saying； Be careful。
Vorkosigan acknowledged all her meanings with a wave of his hand； and turned back for the woods。 He was limping more noticeably now。
She helped Dubauer to his feet； and Koudelka led them to the cave's mouth。 The young man seemed so much like Dubauer's opposite number； she found it hard to maintain her hostility。
〃What happened to the old man's leg？〃 Koudelka asked her； glancing back over his shoulder。
〃He's got an infected scratch；〃 she understated； inclined to endorse his evident policy of keeping up a good show for the benefit of his unreliable crew。 〃It should get some high grade medical attention； as soon as you can get him to slow down for it。〃
〃That's the old man for you。 I've never seen anybody that age with that much energy。〃
〃That age？〃 Cordelia raised an eyebrow。
〃Well； of course he wouldn't seem old to you；〃 Koudelka allowed； and looked puzzled when she burst out laughing。 〃Energy isn't quite what I wanted to say； though。〃
〃How about power；〃 she suggested； curiously glad that Vorkosigan had at least one admirer。 〃Energy applied to work。〃
〃That's very good；〃 he applauded； gratified。 Cordelia decided not to mention the little blue pill； either。
〃He seems an interesting person；〃 she said； angling for another view of Vorkosigan。 〃How did he ever get in this fix？〃
〃You mean； Radnov？〃
She nodded。
〃Well； I don't want to criticize the old man； but…I don't know of anyone else who'd tell a Political Officer when he came on board to stay out of his sight if he wanted to live to the end of the voyage。〃 Koudelka was hushed in his awe。
Cordelia； making the second turning behind him in the halls of the cave； was jerked alert by her surroundings。 Most peculiar； she thought。 Vorkosigan misled me。 The labyrinthine series of caverns was partly natural but mostly carved out by plasma arc： cool； moist； and dimly lit。 The huge spaces were stuffed with supplies。 This was no cache； it was a full…scale fleet depot。 She pursed her lips soundlessly； staring around； suddenly awake to a whole new range of unpleasant possibilities。
In one corner of the caverns stood a standard Barrayaran field shelter； a semicircular ribbed vault covered with a fabric like the Betans' tents。 This one was given over to a field kitchen and mess hall； crude and bleak。 A lone yeoman was cleaning up after lunch。
〃The old man just turned up； alive！〃 Koudelka greeted him。
〃Huh！ I thought the Betans had cut his throat；〃 said the yeoman； surprised。 〃And we did the funeral dinner up so nice。〃
〃These two are the old man's personal prisoners；〃 Koudelka introduced them to the cook； whom Cordelia suspected was more bat soldier than gourmet chef； 〃and you know what he's like on that subject。 The guy's got disruptor damage。 He said they're to have proper food； so don't try to poison them with the usual swill。〃
〃Everyone's a critic；〃 muttered the yeoman…cook； as Koudelka vanished about his other chores。 〃What'll you have？〃
〃Anything。 Anything but oatmeal or blue cheese；〃 she amended hastily。
The yeoman disappeared into the back room； and returned a few minutes later with two steaming bowls of a stew…like substance； and real bread with genuine vegetable oil spread。 Cordelia fell to it wolfishly。
〃How is it？〃 asked the yeoman tonelessly； hunching down into his shoulders。
〃S'delishoush；〃 she said around a large mouthful。 〃S'wonderful。〃
〃Really？〃 He straightened up。 〃You really like it？〃
〃Really。〃 She stopped to shove a few spoonfuls into the dazed Dubauer。 The taste of the warm food cut across his post…seizure sleepiness； and he chewed away with something like her enthusiasm。
〃Here…can I help you feed him？〃 the yeoman offered。
Cordelia beamed