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〃Oh； dear。 I'm so sorry。〃
〃Huh？ No； damn it。 Vorkosigan's no rapist。 He's got this thing about prisoners。 Wouldn't touch one with a stick。 He asked me。。。〃 she trailed off； looking into the kind； concerned； and loving wall of her mother's face。 〃We talked a lot。 He's all right。〃
〃He doesn't have a very good reputation。〃
〃Yeah； I've seen some of it。 It's all lies。〃
〃He's…not a murderer； then？〃
〃Well。。。〃 Cordelia foundered on the truth。 〃He has k…killed a lot of people； I suppose。 He's a soldier； you know。 It's his job。 It can't help spilling over a bit。 I only know about three that weren't in the line of duty； though。〃
〃Only three？〃 repeated her mother faintly。 There was a pause。 〃He's not a； a sex criminal； then？〃
〃Certainly not！ Although I gather he went through a rather strange phase； after his wife mitted suicide…I don't think he realizes how much I know about it； not that that maniac Vorrutyer should be trusted as a source of information； even if he was there。 I suspect it's partly true； at least about their relationship。 Vorrutyer was clearly obsessed with him。 And Aral went awfully vague when I asked him about it。〃
Looking at her mother's appalled face； Cordelia thought； it's a good thing I never wanted to be a defense lawyer。 All my clients would be in therapy forever； 〃It all makes a lot more sense if you meet him in person；〃 she offered hopefully。
Cordelia's mother laughed uncertainly。 〃He surely seems to have charmed you。 What does he have； then？ Conversation？ Good looks？〃
〃I'm not sure。 He mostly talks Barrayaran politics。 He claims to have an aversion to them； but it sounds more like an obsession to me。 He can't leave them alone for five minutes。 It's like they're in him。〃
〃Is that…a very interesting subject？〃
〃It's awful；〃 said Cordelia frankly。 〃His bedtime stories can keep you awake for weeks。〃
〃It can't be his looks；〃 sighed her mother。 〃I've seen a holovid of him in the news。〃
〃Oh； did you save it？〃 asked Cordelia； instantly interested。 〃Where is it？〃
〃I'm sure there's something in the vid files；〃 her mother allowed； staring。 〃But really； Cordelia…your Reg Rosemont was ten times better looking。〃
〃I suppose he was；〃 Cordelia agreed； 〃by any objective standard。〃
〃So what does the man have； anyway？〃
〃I don't know。 The virtues of his vices； perhaps。 Courage。 Strength。 Energy。 He could run me into the ground any day。 He has power over people。 Not leadership； exactly； although there's that too。 They either worship him or hate his guts。 The strangest man I ever met did both at the same time。 But nobody falls asleep when he's around。〃
〃And which category do you fall in； Cordelia？〃 asked her mother； bemused。
〃Well； I don't hate him。 Can't say as I worship him； either。〃 She paused a long time； and looked up to meet her mother's eyes squarely。 〃But when he's cut； I bleed。〃
〃Oh；〃 said her mother； whitely。 Her mouth smiled； her eyes flinched； and she busied herself with unnecessary vigor in getting Cordelia's meager belongings settled。
On the fourth afternoon of her leave； Cordelia's manding officer brought a disturbing visitor。
〃Captain Naismith； this is Dr。 Mehta； from the Expeditionary Force Medical Service；〃 modore Tailor introduced them。 Dr。 Mehta was a slim； tan…skinned woman about Cordelia's age； with dark hair drawn back； cool and antiseptic in her blue uniform。
〃Not another psychiatrist；〃 Cordelia sighed。 Her muscles knotted up the back of her neck。 More interrogations…more twisting； more evasions； ever…shakier webs of lies to cover the gaps in her story where Vorkosigan's bitter truths dwelt。。。
〃modore Sprague's reports finally caught up with your file； a little late； it seems。〃 Tailor's lips thinned sympathetically。 〃Ghastly。 I'm sorry。 If we'd had them earlier； we might have been able to spare you last week。 And everybody else。〃
Cordelia flushed。 〃I didn't mean to kick him。 He kind of ran into me。 It won't happen again。〃
modore Tailor suppressed a smile。 〃Well； I didn't vote for him。 Steady Freddy is not my main concern。 Although；〃 he cleared his throat； 〃he has taken a personal interest in your case。 You're a public figure now； like it or not。〃
〃Oh； nonsense。〃
〃It's not nonsense。 You have an obligation。〃
Who are you quoting； Bill？ thought Cordelia。 That's not your voice。 She rubbed the back of her neck。 〃I thought I'd discharged all my obligations。 What more do they want from me？〃
Tailor shrugged。 〃It was thought…I was given to understand…that you could have a future as a spokesman for…for the government。 Due to your war experience。 Once you're well。〃
Cordelia snorted。 〃They've got some awfully strange illusions about my soldierly career。 Look…as far as I'm concerned； Steady Freddy can put on falsies and go woo the hermaphrodite vote in Quartz。 But I'm n…not going to play the part of a； a propaganda cow； to be milked by any party。 I've an aversion to politics； to quote a friend。〃
〃Well。。。〃 He shrugged； as though he too had discharged a duty； and went on more firmly。 〃Be that as it may； getting you fit for work again is my concern。〃
〃I'm…I'll be all right； after m…my month's leave。 I just need a rest。 I want to go back to Survey。〃
〃And so you can。 Just as soon as you're medically cleared。〃
〃Oh。〃 The implications of that took a moment to sink in。 〃Oh； no…wait a minute。 I had a little p…problem with Dr。 Sprague。 Very nice lady； her reasoning was sound； but her premises were wrong。〃
modore Tailor gazed at her sadly。 〃I think I'd better turn you over to Dr。 Mehta； now。 She'll explain everything。 You will cooperate with her； won't you； Cordelia？〃
Cordelia pursed her lips； chilled。 〃Let me get this straight。 What you're saying is； if I can't make your shrink happy； I'll never set foot on a Survey ship again。 No c…mand…no job； in fact。〃
〃That's…a very harsh way of putting it。 But you know yourself； for Survey； with small groups of people isolated together for extended periods of time； the psych profiles are of the utmost importance。〃
〃Yes； I know。。。〃 She twitched her mouth into a smile。 〃I'll c…cooperate。 S…sure。〃
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
〃Now；〃 said Dr。 Mehta cheerfully； setting up her box on a table in the Naismiths' apartment next afternoon； 〃this is a pletely non…invasive method of monitoring。 You won't feel a thing； it won't do a thing to you； except give me clues as to which subjects are of subconscious importance to you。〃 She paused to swallow a capsule； remarking； 〃Allergy。 Excuse me。 Think of it as an emotional dowsing rod； looking for those buried streams of experience。〃
〃Telling you where to drill the well； eh？〃
〃Exactly。 Do you mind if I smoke？〃
〃Go ahead。〃
Mehta lit an aromatic cigarette and set it casually in an ashtray she had brought with her。 The smoke drifted toward Cordelia。 She squinted at its acridity。 Odd perversion for a doctor； well； we all have our weaknesses。 She eyed the box； suppressing irritation。
〃Now for a baseline；〃 said Mehta。 〃July。〃
〃Am I supposed to say August； or something？〃
〃No； it's not a free…association test…the machine will do the work。 But you may； if you wish。〃
〃That's all right。〃
〃Twelve。〃
Apostles； thought Cordelia。 Eggs。 Days of Christmas。
〃Death。〃
Birth； thought Cordelia。 Those upper…class Barrayarans put everything into their children。 Name； property； culture； even their government's continuity。 A huge burden； no wonder the children bend and twist under the strain。
〃Birth。〃
Death； thought Cordelia。 A man without a son is a walking ghost there； with no part in their future。 And when their government fails； they pay the price in their children's lives。 Five thousand。
Mehta moved her ashtray a little to the left。 It didn't help； made it worse； in fact。
〃Sex。〃
Not likely； with me here and him there。。。
〃Seventeen。〃
Canisters； thought Cordelia。 Wonder how those poor desperate little scraps of life are doing？
Dr。 Mehta frowned uncertainly at her readouts。 〃Seventeen？〃 she repeated。
Eighteen； Cordelia thought firmly。 Dr。 Mehta made a note。
〃Admiral Vorrutyer。〃
Poor butchered toad。 You know； I think you spoke the truth…you must have loved Aral once； to have hated him so。 What did he do to you； I wonder？ Rejected you； most likely。 I could understand that pain。 We have some mon ground after all； perhaps。。。
Mehta adjusted another dial； frowned again； turned it back。 〃Admiral Vorkosigan。〃
Ah love； let us be true to one another。。。 Cordelia focused wearily on Mehta's blue uniform。 She'll get a geyser if she drills her well there…probably knows it already； she's making another note。。。
Mehta glanced at her chronometer； and leaned forward with increased attention。 〃Let's talk about Admiral Vorkosigan。〃
Let's not； thought Cordelia； 〃What about him？〃
〃Does he work much in their Intelligence section； do you know？〃
〃I don't think so。 His main line seems to be Staff tactician； when…when he isn't on patrol duty。〃
〃The Butcher of Komarr。〃
〃That's a damned lie；〃 said Cordelia automatically； then wished she hadn't spoken。
〃Who told you that？〃 asked Mehta。
〃He did。〃
〃He did。 Ah。〃
I'll get you for that 〃Ah〃…no。 Cooperation。 Calm。 I do feel calm。。。 Wish that woman would either finish smok