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〃My God； I thought Aral seemed twitchy。 He must be half…mad。 And the Emperor…the Prince was his son。 Can this be real？ Or have I gone as crazy as Bothari？〃
She forced herself to sit； then lie down； but the plots and counterplots still turned in her brain； an gallery of betrayal within betrayal lining up abruptly at one point in space and time to acplish its end。 The blood beat in her brain； thick and sick。
〃Maybe it's not true；〃 she consoled herself at last。 〃I'll ask him； and that's what he'll say。 He just questioned me in my sleep。 We got the drop on them； and I'm the heroine who saved Escobar。 He's just a simple soldier； doing his job。〃 She turned on her side； and stared into the dimness。 〃Pigs have wings； and I can fly home on one。〃 Illyan relieved her at last； and took her to the brig。
The atmosphere there was somewhat changed； she noticed。 The guards did not look at her in the same way； in fact； they seemed to try to avoid looking at her。 The procedures were still stark and efficient； but subdued； very subdued。 She recognized a face； the guard who had escorted her to Vorrutyer's quarters； the one who'd pitied her； seemed to be in charge now； a pair of new red lieutenant's tabs pinned hastily and crookedly to his collar。 She had donned Vorrutyer's fatigues again for the trip down。 This time she was permitted to change in to the orange pajamas in physical privacy。 She was then escorted to a permanent cell； not a holding area。
The cell had another occupant； a young Escobaran woman of extraordinary beauty who lay on her bunk staring at the wall。 She did not look up at Cordelia's entrance； nor respond to her greeting。 After a time； a Barrayaran medical team arrived and took her away。 She went wordlessly； but at the door she started to struggle with them。 At a sign from the doctor a corpsman sedated her with an ampule which Cordelia thought she recognized； and after another moment she was carried out unconscious。
The doctor； who from his age and rank Cordelia guessed might be the chief surgeon； stayed a short time to attend to her ribs。 After that she was left alone； with nothing but the periodic delivery of rations to mark the time； and occasional changes in the slight noises and vibrations from the walls around her on which to base guesses about what was happening outside。
About eight ration packs later； as she was lying on her bunk bored and depressed； the lights dimmed。 They came back； but dimmed again almost immediately。
〃Awk；〃 she muttered； as the bottom dropped out of her stomach and she began to float upward。 She made a hasty grab and held on to her bunk firmly。 Her foresight was rewarded a moment later when she was crushed back into it at about three gees。 The lights flickered on and off again； and she was weightless once more。
〃Plasma attack；〃 she murmured to herself。 〃Shields must be overloaded。〃
A tremendous shock rattled the ship。 She was flung from her bunk across the cell into total blackness； weightlessness； silence。 Direct hit！ She ricocheted off the far wall； flailing for a handhold； banging an elbow painfully on…a wall？ the floor； the ceiling？ She spun in midair； crying out。 Friendly fire； she thought hysterically…I'm going to be killed by friendly fire。 The perfect end to my military career。。。 She clamped her jaw and listened with fierce concentration。
Too much silence。 Had they lost air？ She had a nasty vision of herself as the only one left alive； trapped in this black box and doomed to float until either slow suffocation or slow freezing squeezed out her life。 The cell would be her coffin； to be unsealed months later by some salvage crew。
And； more horribly： could the hit have been on the bridge？ The nerve center where Vorkosigan would surely be； on which the Escobarans would surely concentrate their fire…was he smashed by flying debris； flash frozen in vacuum； burned up in plasma fire； pinned somewhere between crushed decks？
Her fingers found a surface at last； and scrabbled for a hold。 A corner： good。 She braced herself in it； curled up on the floor； breath firing in and out of her lungs in uneven gasps。
An unknowable time passed in the Stygian dark。 Her arms and legs trembled with the effort of bracing herself in place。 Then the ship groaned about her； and the lights came back on。
Oh hell； she thought； this is the ceiling。
The gravity returned and smashed her to the floor。 Pain flashed up her left arm； and numbness。 She scrambled back to the bunk； taking a white…knuckle grip on its rigid bars with her right hand； sticking one foot through as well； bracing herself again。
Nothing。 She waited。 There was a wetness soaking her orange shirt。 She looked down to see a shard of pinkish…yellow bone poking through the skin of her left forearm； and blood welling around it。 She slipped awkwardly out of her smock top； wrapping it around one arm and trying to stanch the flow。 The pressure woke the pain。 She tried； rather experimentally； calling out for help。 Surely the cell was monitored。
No one came。 Over the next three hours she varied the experiment with screaming； speaking reasonably； banging on the door and walls endlessly with her good hand； or simply sitting on the bunk crying in pain。 The gravity and lights flip…flopped several more times。 Finally she had the familiar sensation of being pulled inside…out through a pot of glue； marking a wormhole jump； and the environment steadied。
When the door of the cell opened at last； it startled her so she recoiled into the wall； banging her head。 But it was the lieutenant in charge of the brig； with a medical corpsman。 The lieutenant had an interesting reddish…purple bruise the size of an egg on his forehead； the corpsman looked harried。
〃This is the next worst one；〃 said the lieutenant to the corpsman。 〃After that you can just go down the row in order。〃
White…faced and exhausted into silence； she unwrapped her arm for examination and repair。 The corpsman was petent； but lacked the delicacy of touch of the chief surgeon。 She nearly fainted before the plastic cast was at last applied。
There were no more signs of attack。 A clean prisoner's uniform was delivered through a wall slot。 Two ration packs later she felt another wormhole jump。 Her thought revolved endlessly on the wheel of her fears； her sleep was all dreams and her dreams were all nightmares。
It was Lieutenant Illyan who came to escort her at last； along with an ordinary guard。 She nearly kissed him； in her joy at seeing a familiar face。 Instead she cleared her throat diffidently； and asked with what she hoped would pass for nonchalance； 〃Was modore Vorkosigan all right； after that attack？〃
His eyebrows rose； and he shot her a look of bemused study from beneath them。 〃Of course。〃
Of course。 Of course。 That 〃of course〃 even suggested； uninjured。 Her eyes puddled with relief； which she attempted to mask with an expression of cool professional interest。 〃Where are you taking me？〃 she asked him； as they left the brig and started down the corridor。
〃Shuttle。 You're to be transferred to the POW camp planetside； until the exchange arrangements are made； and they begin shipping you all home。〃
〃Home！ What about the war？〃
〃It's over。〃
〃Over！〃 She assimilated that。 〃Over。 That was quick。 Why aren't the Escobarans pursuing their advantage？〃
〃They can't。 We've blocked the wormhole exit。〃
〃Blocked？ Not blockaded？〃
He nodded。
〃How the devil do you block a wormhole？〃
〃In a way； it's a very old idea。 Fireships。〃
〃Huh？〃
〃Send a ship in； set up a major matter…antimatter explosion at a midpoint between nodes。 It sets up a resonance…nothing else can get through for weeks； until it dies down。〃
Cordelia whistled。 〃Clever…why didn't we think of that？ How do you get the pilot out？〃
〃Maybe that's why you didn't think of it。 We don't。〃
〃God…what a death。〃 Her vision of it was clear and instant。
〃They were volunteers。〃
She shook her head numbly。 〃Only a Barrayaran。。。〃 She probed for some less horrifying subject。 〃Did you take many prisoners？〃
〃Not very。 Maybe a thousand in all。 We left over eleven thousand ground troops behind on Escobar。 It makes you rather valuable； if we have to try to trade you more than ten for one。〃
The prisoners' shuttle was a windowless craft； and she shared it with only two others； one of her own engineer's assistants； and the dark…haired Escobaran girl who had been in her cell。 Her tech was eager to exchange stories； although he didn't have much to trade。 He had spent the whole time locked in one cell with his other three shipmates； who had been taken downside yesterday。
The beautiful Escobaran； a young ensign who had been captured when her ship was disabled in the fighting for the wormhole jump to Beta Colony over two months ago； had even less to tell。
〃I must have lost track of time； somewhere；〃 she said uneasily。 〃Not hard to do in that cell； seeing no one。 Except that I woke up in their sickbay； yesterday； and couldn't remember how I'd e there。〃
And if that surgeon's as good as he looked； you never will； thought Cordelia。 〃Do you remember Admiral Vorrutyer？〃
〃Who？〃
〃Never mind。〃
The shuttle landed at last； and the hatch was opened。 A shaft of sunlight and a breath of summer…sc