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〃Resourceful； too；〃 Cordelia extemporized； wondering what cordolite was。 She'd never heard of it。 〃Just the man for this mission。〃
〃What mission！〃
〃Sh； not so loud。 I'm on a secret mission for the President。 Personally。 It's so delicate； even the Department of War doesn't know about it。 There'd be heavy political repercussions if it ever got out。 I have to deliver a secret ultimatum to the Emperor of Barrayar。 But no one must know I've left Beta Colony。〃
〃Am I supposed to take you there？〃 he asked； amazed。 〃My freight run…〃
I believe I could talk this kid into running me all the way to Barrayar on his employer's fuel； she thought。 But it would be the end of his career。 Conscience controlled soaring ambition。
〃No； no。 Your freight run must appear to be exactly the same as usual。 I'm to meet a secret contact on Escobar。 You'll simply be carrying one article of freight that isn't on the manifest。 Me。〃
〃I'm not cleared for passengers； ma'am。〃
〃Good heavens； don't you think we know that？ Why do you suppose you were picked over all the other candidates； by the President himself？〃
〃Wow。 And I didn't even vote for him。〃
He took her aboard the freighter shuttle； and made her a seat among the last…minute cargo。 〃You know all the big names in Survey； don't you； ma'am？ Lightner； Parnell。。。 Do you suppose you could ever introduce me？〃
〃I don't know。 But…you will get to meet a lot of the big names from the Expeditionary Force； and Security； when you get back from Escobar。 I promise。〃 Will you ever。。。
〃May I ask you a personal question； ma'am？〃
〃Why not？ Everyone else does。〃
〃Why are you wearing slippers？〃
She stared down at her feet。 〃I'm…sorry； Pilot Officer Mayhew。 That's classified。〃
〃Oh。〃 He went forward to lift ship。
Alone at last； she leaned her forehead against the cool smooth plastic side of a packing case； and wept silently for herself。
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was about noon； local time； when the lightflyer she had rented in Vorbarr Sultana brought her over the long lake。 The shore was bordered by vine…garlanded slopes backed in turn by steep； scrub…covered hills。 The population here was thinly scattered； except around the lake； which had a village at its foot。 A cliffed headland at the waters edge was crowned by the ruins of an old fortification。 She circled it； rechecking her map on which it was a principle landmark。 Counting northward from it past three large properties； she brought her flyer down on a driveway that wound up the slope to a fourth。
A rambling old house built of native stone blended with the vegetation into the side of the hill。 She retracted the wings； killed the engine； pocketed the keys； and sat staring uncertainly at its sun…warmed front。
A tall figure in a strange brown and silver uniform ambled around the corner。 He bore a weapon in a holster on his hip； and his hand rested on it caressingly。 She knew then that Vorkosigan must be nearby； for it was Sergeant Bothari。 He looked to be in good health； at least physically。
She hopped out of the lightflyer。 〃Uh； good afternoon； Sergeant。 Is Admiral Vorkosigan at home？〃
He stared at her； narrow…eyed； then his face seemed to clear； and he saluted her。 〃Captain Naismith。 Ma'am。 Yes。〃
〃You're looking a lot better than when we last met。〃
〃Ma'am？〃
〃On the flagship。 At Escobar。〃
He looked troubled。 〃I…can't remember Escobar。 Admiral Vorkosigan says I was there。〃
〃I see。〃 Took away your memory； did they？ Or did you do it yourself？ No telling now。 〃I'm sorry to hear that。 You served bravely。〃
〃Did I？ I was discharged； after。〃
〃Oh？ What's the uniform？〃
〃Count Vorkosigan's livery； ma'am。 He took me into his personal guard。〃
〃I'm…sure you'll serve him well。 May I see Admiral Vorkosigan？〃
〃He's around back； ma'am。 You can go up。〃 He wandered away； evidently making some kind of patrol circuit。
She trudged around the house； the sun warm on her back； lacking at the unaccustomed skirts of her dress and making them swirl about her knees。 She had bought it yesterday in Vorbarr Sultana； partly for fun； mostly because her old tan Survey fatigues with the insignia taken off collected stares in the streets。 Its dark floral pattern pleased her eye。 Her hair hung loose； parted in the middle and held back from her face by two enameled bs； also purchased yesterday。
A little farther up the hill was a garden； surrounded by a low grey stone wall。 No； not a garden； she realized as she approached： a graveyard。 An old man in old coveralls was working in it； kneeling in the dirt planting young flowers from a flat。 He squinted up at her as she pushed through the little gate。 She did not mistake his identity。 He was a little taller than his son； and his musculature had gone thin and stringy with age； but she saw Vorkosigan in the bones of his face。
〃General Count Vorkosigan； sir？〃 She saluted him automatically； then realized how peculiar it must look in the dress。 He rose stiffly to his feet。 〃My name is Cap…my name is Cordelia Naismith。 I'm a friend of Aral's。 I…don't know if he mentioned me to you。 Is he here？〃
〃How do you do； madam。〃 He came more or less to attention； and gave her a courteous half…nod that was achingly familiar。 〃He said very little； and it did not lead me to think I might meet you。〃 A smile creaked across his face； as if those muscles were stiff from long disuse。 〃You have no idea how pleased I am to be wrong。〃 He gestured over his shoulder up the hill。 〃There is a little pavilion at the top of our property； overlooking the lake。 He； ah； sits up there most of the time。〃
〃I see。〃 She spotted the path； winding up past the graveyard。 〃Um。 I'm not sure how to put this。。。 is he sober？〃
He glanced at the sun； and pursed leathery lips。 〃Probably not； by this hour。 When he first came home he only drank after dinner； but the time has been creeping up； gradually。 Very disturbing； but there isn't much I can do about it。 Although if that gut of his starts bleeding again I may。。。〃 He broke off； looking her over with intense； uncertain speculation。 〃He has taken this Escobar failure unnecessarily personally； I think。 His resignation was not in the least called for。〃
She deduced the old Count was not in the Emperor's confidence on this matter； and thought； it wasn't its failure that slew his spirit； sir； it was its success。 Aloud； she said； 〃Loyalty to your Emperor was a very great point of honor for him； I know。〃 Almost its last bastion； and your Emperor chose to flatten it to its foundations in the service of his great need。。。
〃Why don't you go on up；〃 suggested the old man。 〃Although； this isn't a very good day for him； I had better warn you。〃
〃Thank you。 I understand。〃
He stood looking after her as she left the walled enclosure and went on up the winding walk。 It was shaded by trees； most of them Earth imports； and some other vegetation that had to be local。 The hedge of bush…like things with flowers…she assumed they were flowers； Dubauer would have known…that looked like pink ostrich feathers was particularly striking。
The pavilion was a faintly oriental structure of weathered wood； manding a fine view of the sparkling lake。 Vines climbed it； seeming to claim it for the rocky soil。 It was open on all four sides； and furnished with a couple of shabby chaises； a large faded armchair and footstool； and a small table holding two decanters； some glasses； and a bottle of a thick white liquid。
Vorkosigan lay back in the chair； eyes closed； bare feet on the stool； a pair of sandals kicked carelessly over the side。 Cordelia paused at the pavilion's edge to study him with a sort of delicate enjoyment。 He wore an old pair of black uniform trousers and a very civilian shirt； a loud and unexpected floral print。 He obviously had not shaved that morning。 His toes； she noticed； had a little wiry black hair on them like the backs of his fingers and hands。 She decided she definitely liked his feet； indeed could easily bee quite foolishly fond of every part of him。 His generally seedy air was less amusing。 Tired； and more than tired。 Ill。
He opened his eyes to slits and reached for a crystal tumbler filled with an amber liquid； then appeared to change his mind and picked up the white bottle instead。 A small measuring cup stood beside it； which he ignored； knocking back a slug of the white liquid directly from its source instead。 He sneered briefly at the bottle； then traded it for the crystal tumbler and took a drink； rinsing it around in his mouth and swallowing。 He hunched back down in the armchair； at a slightly lower level than before。
〃Liquid breakfast？〃 Cordelia inquired。 〃Is it as tasty as oatmeal and blue cheese dressing？〃
His eyes snapped open。 〃You；〃 he said hoarsely after a moment； 〃are not a hallucination。〃 He started to get up； then appeared to think better of it and sank back in frozen self…consciousness。 〃I never wanted you to see。。。〃
She mounted the steps to the shade； pushed a chaise closer to him； and seated herself。 Blast； she thought； I've embarrassed him； catching him all awry like this。 Off balance。 How to put him at his ease？ I would have him at his ease； always。。。 〃I tried to call ahead； when I first landed yesterday； but I kept missing you。 If hallucin
