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cloth； then sat beside her on his bunk。 〃Have you ever considered chucking it all； and moving someplace nobody ever bothers with？〃 Cordelia asked。 〃Earth； for example。〃
He smiled。 〃Often。 I even had a little fantasy about emigrating to Beta Colony； and turning up on your doorstep。 Do you have a doorstep？〃
〃Not as such； but go on。〃
〃I can't imagine what I'd do for a living there。 I'm a strategist； not a technician or navigator or pilot； so I couldn't go into your merchant fleet。 They would scarcely take me in your military； and I can't see myself being elected to office。〃
Cordelia snorted。 〃Wouldn't that startle Steady Freddy？〃
〃Is that what you call your President？〃
〃I didn't vote for him。〃
〃The only employment I can think of would be as a teacher of martial arts； for sport。 Would you marry a judo instructor； dear Captain？ But no；〃 he sighed。 〃Barrayar is bred in my bones。 I cannot shake it； no matter how far I travel。 This struggle； God knows； has no honor in it。 But exile； for no other motive than ease…that would be to give up all hope of honor。 The last defeat； with no seed of future victory in it。〃
She thought of the deadly cargo she had convoyed； now safe on Escobar。 pared to all the lives that hung on it； her own and Vorkosigan's weighed less than a feather。 He misread the grief in her face； she thought； for fear。 〃It isn't exactly like waking from the nightmare； to see your face。〃 He touched it gently； fingertips on the curve of her jaw； thumb laid a moment across her lips； lighter than a kiss。 〃More like； knowing； while dreaming still； that beyond the dream there is a waking world。 I mean to join you in that waking world； someday。 You'll see。 You'll see。〃 He squeezed her hand and smiled reassuringly。 On the floor Bothari stirred； and groaned。 〃I'll take care of him；〃 Vorkosigan said。 〃Get some sleep； while you can。〃
CHAPTER NINE
She woke to movement； and voices。 Vorkosigan was rising from his chair； and Illyan was standing before him taut as a bowstring； saying 〃Vorhalas and the Prince！ Here！ Now！〃
〃Son…of…a。。。〃 Vorkosigan turned on his heel； eyes raking the little room。 〃It'll have to be the bathroom。 Fold him into the shower。〃
Swiftly； Vorkosigan took Bothari's shoulders and Illyan his feet； bumping through the narrow door and dumping him pell…mell into the fixture。
〃Should he have more sedative？〃 asked Illyan。
〃Maybe he'd better。 Cordelia； give him another ampule。 It's too early； but it's death for you both if he makes a noise now。〃 He bundled her into the closet…sized room； shoving the drug into her hand and killing the light。 〃No noise； no movement。〃
〃Door shut？〃 asked Illyan。
〃Partway。 Lean on the frame； look casual； and don't let the Princes bodyguard wander into your psychological space。〃
Cordelia； feeling her way in the dimness； knelt and pressed another shot of sedative into the unconscious Sergeant's arm。 Seating herself in the logical spot； she found she could just see a slice of Vorkosigan's cabin in the mirror； reversed and disorienting。 She heard the cabin door open； and new voices。
〃…unless you mean to officially relieve him of his duties as well； I will continue to follow standard procedure。 I saw that room。 Your charge is nonsensical。〃
〃We will see；〃 replied the second voice； tight and angry。
〃Hello； Aral。〃 The owner of the first voice； an officer of perhaps fifty in dress greens； shook Vorkosigan's hand and presented him with a packet of data disks。 〃We're off to Escobar within the hour。 Courier just brought these…the latest hard…copy updates。 I've ordered you to be kept up on events。 The Escos are falling back through the whole volume。 They've even abandoned that slugging match for the wormhole jump to Tau Ceti。 We've got them on the run。〃 The owner of the second voice also wore dress greens； more heavily encrusted with gilt than any she had ever seen。 Jeweled decorations on his breast glinted and winked like lizards' eyes in the light from Vorkosigan's desk lamp。 He was about thirty； black haired； with a rectangular tense face； hooded eyes； and thin lips pressed now with annoyance。 〃You're not both going； are you？〃 said Vorkosigan。 〃The senior officer ought properly to stay with the flag。 Now that Vorrutyer is dead； his duties devolve on the Prince。 That dog…and…pony show you had planned was based on the assumption that he would still be at his post。〃
Prince Serg went stiff with outrage。 〃I will lead my troops on Escobar！ Let my father and his cronies try to say I am no soldier now！〃
〃You will；〃 said Vorkosigan wearily； 〃sit in that fortified palace that half the engineers are going to be tied up constructing； and party in it； and let your men do your dying for you； until you've bought your ground by the sheer weight of the corpses piled on it； because that's the kind of soldiering your mentor has taught you。 And then send bulletins home about your great victory。 Maybe you can have the casualty lists declared top secret。〃
〃Aral； careful；〃 warned Vorhalas； shocked。
〃You go too far；〃 the Prince snarled。 〃Especially for a man who will get no closer to the fighting than clinging to the wormhole exit for home。 If you want to talk of…undue caution。〃 His tone clearly made the phrase a euphemism for an uglier term。
〃You can hardly order me confined to quarters and then accuse me of cowardice for not being at the front。 Sir。 Even Minister Grishnov's propaganda has to simulate logic better than that。〃
〃You'd just love that； wouldn't you； Vorkosigan；〃 hissed the Prince。 〃Stick me back here； and grab all the glory for yourself and that wrinkled clown Vortala and his phoney progressives。 Over my dead body！ You're going to sit in here till you grow mold。〃
Vorkosigan's teeth were clenched； his eyes narrowed and unreadable。 His lips curled back on a white smile； but closed again instantly。 〃I must formally protest。 By landing with the ground troops on Escobar you are leaving your proper post。〃
〃Protest away。〃 The Prince approached him closely； leaning into his face and dropping his voice。 〃But even my father can't live forever。 And when that day es； your father won't be able to protect you anymore。 You； and Vortala； and all his cronies will be first against the wall； I promise you。〃 He looked up； remembering Illyan leaning silently against the doorjamb。 〃Or perhaps you'll find yourself back on the Leper Colony； for another five years of patrol duty。〃
In the bathroom； Bothari stirred unfortably in his semi…a and； to Cordelia's horror； began to snore。
Lieutenant Illyan was seized by a spasmodic coughing fit。 〃Excuse me；〃 he gasped； and retreated into the bathroom； shutting the door firmly。
He hit the light and traded a silent look of panic with Cordelia for an equally silent grimace of despair。 With difficulty； they turned Bothari's deadweight to one side in the constricted space； until he breathed quietly again。 Cordelia gave Illyan the thumbs…up signal； and he nodded and squeezed back out the door。
The Prince had left。 Admiral Vorhalas lingered a moment； to exchange a last word with his subordinate。
〃…put it in writing。 I'll sign it before we go。〃
〃At least don't travel in the same ship；〃 begged Vorkosigan seriously。
Vorhalas sighed。 〃I appreciate your trying to get him out of my hair。 But somebody has to clean his cage for the Emperor； with Vorrutyer out； thank God。 He won't have you； so it looks like I'm elected。 Why can't you just lose your temper with subordinates； like normal men； instead of with superiors； like a lunatic？ I thought you were cured of that； after what I saw you take from Vorrutyer。〃
〃That's dead and buried now。〃
〃Aye。〃 Vorhalas made a superstitious sign； automatically； evidently a gestural relic from childhood； empty of belief but full of habit。
〃By the by…what's the Leper Colony？〃 asked Vorkosigan curiously。
〃You never heard that？ Well…maybe I can see why not。 Did you never wonder why you received such a remarkable percentage of screw…ups； incorrigibles； and near…discharges among your crew？〃
〃I hadn't expected to get the cream of the Service。〃
〃They used to call it Vorkosigan's Leper Colony； at headquarters。〃
〃With myself as leper…in…chief； eh？〃 Vorkosigan seemed more amused than offended。 〃Well； if they were the worst the Service has to offer； perhaps we shall not do so badly after all。 Take care of yourself。 I don't fancy being his second…in…mand。〃
Vorhalas chuckled； and they shook hands。 He started for the door； then paused。 〃Do you think they'll counterattack？〃
〃My God； of course they'll counterattack。 This isn't some trade outpost。 These people are fighting for their homes。〃
〃When？〃
Vorkosigan hesitated。 〃Sometime after you've started disembarking ground troops； but well before it's pleted。 Wouldn't you？ Worst time to have to start a retreat。 Shuttles not knowing whether to go up or down； their mother ships scattering to hell and gone under fire； supplies needed not landed； supplies landed not needed； the chain of mand disrupted…an inexperienced mander in absolute control。。。〃
〃You give me the shivers。〃
〃Yes； well…try to hold the start for as long as possible。 And make sure your troopship manders have their contingency orders crystal clear。〃
〃The Prince