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ctly with its background。 It was a delicately formed thing； as big as a middle…sized dog； and it rippled over the red plains in graceful bounds。
Cordelia woke up abruptly。 〃That things edible！〃
〃The stunner； the stunner！〃 cried Vorkosigan。 She pressed it hastily into his hand。 He fell to one knee； took aim； and dropped the creature in one burst。
〃Oh； good shot！〃 cried Cordelia ecstatically。
Vorkosigan grinned like a boy over his shoulder at her； and jogged after his prize。
〃Oh；〃 she murmured； stunned herself by the effect of the grin。 It had lit his face like the sun for that brief instant。 Oh； do that again； she thought； then shook off the thought。 Duty。 Stick to duty。
She followed him to where the animal lay。 Vorkosigan had his knife out； puzzling over where to begin。 He could not cut its throat； for it had no neck。
〃The brain is located right behind the eyes。 Maybe you could pith it going in between the first set of shoulder blades；〃 Cordelia suggested。
〃That would be quick enough；〃 Vorkosigan agreed； and did so。 The creature shivered； sighed； and died。 〃It's early to make camp； but there's water here； and driftwood from the river for a fire。 It will mean extra kilometers tomorrow； though；〃 he warned。
Cordelia eyed the carcass； thinking of roast meat。 〃That's all right。〃
Vorkosigan hoisted it to his shoulder； and stood。 〃Where's your ensign？〃
Cordelia looked around。 Dubauer was not in sight。 〃Oh； lord；〃 she inhaled； and ran back to the spot where they had been standing when Vorkosigan had shot dinner。 No Dubauer。 She approached the rim of the watercourse。
Dubauer was standing by the stream； arms hanging by his sides； gazing upward blank and entranced。 Floating softly down toward his upturned face was a large transparent radial。
〃Dubauer； no！〃 shrieked Cordelia； and scrambled down the bank toward him。 Vorkosigan passed her with a bound； and they raced for the waterside。 The radial settled over Dubauer's face and began to flatten； and he flung up his hands with a cry。
Vorkosigan arrived first。 He grabbed the half…limp thing with his bare hand and pulled it away from Dubauer's face。 A dozen dark； tendril…like appendages were hooked into Dubauer's flesh； and they stretched and snapped as the creature was ripped off its prey。 Vorkosigan flung it to the sand and stamped on it as Dubauer fell to the ground and curled up on his side。 Cordelia tried to pull his hands away from his face。 He was making strange； hoarse noises； and his body shook。 Another seizure； she thought…but then realized with a shock that he was weeping。
She held his head on her lap to stop the wild rocking。 The spots where the tendrils had penetrated his skin were black in the center； surrounded by rings of red flesh that were beginning to swell alarmingly。 There was a particularly nasty one at the corner of his eye。 She plucked one of the remaining embedded tendrils out of his skin； and found it burned her fingers acidly。 Apparently the creature had been coated all over with a similar poison； for Vorkosigan was kneeling with his hand in the stream。 She quickly pulled the rest of them； and called the Barrayaran over to her side。
〃Have you got anything in your kit that will help this？〃
〃Only the antibiotic。〃 He handed her a tube； and she smeared some on Dubauer's face。 It was not really a proper burn ointment； but it would have to do。 Vorkosigan stared at Dubauer a moment； then reluctantly produced a small white pill。
〃This is a powerful analgesic。 I have only four。 It should carry him through the evening。〃
Cordelia placed it on the back of Dubauer's tongue。 It evidently tasted bitter； for he tried to spit it out； but she caught it and forced him to swallow it。 In a few minutes she was able to get him to his feet and take him to the campsite Vorkosigan chose overlooking the sandy channel。
Vorkosigan meanwhile made a handsome collection of driftwood for a fire。
〃How are you going to light it？〃 inquired Cordelia。
〃When I was a small boy； I had to learn to start a fire by friction；〃 Vorkosigan reminisced。 〃Military school summer camp。 It wasn't easy。 Took all afternoon。 e to think of it； I never did get it started that way。 I lit it by dissecting a municator for the power pack。〃
He was searching through his belt and pockets。 〃The instructor was furious。 I think it must have been his municator。〃
〃No chemical starters？〃 Cordelia asked； with a nod to his ongoing inventory of his utility belt。
〃It's assumed if you want heat； you can fire your plasma arc。〃 He tapped his fingers on the empty holster。 〃I have another idea。 A bit drastic； but I think it will be effective。 You'd better go sit with your botanist。 This is going to be loud。〃
He removed a useless plasma arc power cartridge from a row on the back of his belt。
〃Uh； oh；〃 said Cordelia； moving away。 〃Won't that be overkill？ And what are you going to do with the crater？ It'll be visible from the air for kilometers。〃
〃Do you want to sit there and rub two sticks together？ I suppose I had better do something about the crater； though。〃
He thought a moment； then trotted away over the edge of the little valley。 Cordelia sat down beside Dubauer； putting an arm around his shoulders and hunching in anticipation。
Vorkosigan shot back over the rim at a dead run； and hit the ground rolling。 There was a brilliant blue…white flash； and a boom that shook the ground。 A large column of smoke； dust； and steam rose into the air； and pebbles； dirt； and bits of melted sand began to patter down like rain all around。 Vorkosigan disappeared over the edge again； and returned shortly with a fine flaming torch。
Cordelia went for a peek at the damage。 Vorkosigan had placed the short…circuited cartridge upstream about a hundred meters； at the outer edge of a bend where the swift little river curved away to the east。 The explosion had left a spectacular glass…lined crater some fifteen meters wide and five deep that was still smoking。 As she watched； the stream eroded its edge and poured in； billowing steam。 In an hour it would be scoured into a natural…looking backwater。
〃Not bad；〃 she murmured approvingly。 By the time the fire burned down to a bed of coals they had cubes of dark red meat on sticks ready to broil。
〃How do you like yours？〃 Vorkosigan asked。 〃Rare？ Medium？〃
〃I think it had better be well done；〃 suggested Cordelia。 〃We hadn't pleted the parasite survey yet。〃
Vorkosigan glanced at his cube with a new dubiousness。 〃Ah。 Quite；〃 he said faintly。
They cooked it thoroughly； then sat by the fire and tore into the smoking meat with happy savagery。 Even Dubauer managed to feed himself with small chunks。 It was gamey and tough； burned on the outside and with a bitter undertaste； but no one suggested a side dish of either oatmeal or blue cheese dressing。
Cordelia's humor was touched。 Vorkosigan's fatigues were filthy； damp； and splashed with dried blood from hacking up their dinner； as were her own。 He had a three…day growth of beard； his face glistened in the firelight with hexaped grease； and he reeked with dried sweat。 Barring the beard； she suspected she looked no better； and she knew she smelled no better。 She found herself disquietingly aware of his body； muscular； pact； wholly masculine； stirring senses she thought she had suppressed。 Best think of something else。。。
〃From spaceman to caveman in three days；〃 she meditated aloud。 〃How we imagine our civilization is in ourselves； when it's really in our things。〃
Vorkosigan glanced with a twisted smile at the carefully tended Dubauer。 〃You seem able to carry your civilization on the inside。〃
Cordelia flushed unfortably； glad for the camouflaging firelight。 〃One does one's duty。〃
〃Some people find their duty more elastic。 Or…were you in love with him？〃
〃With Dubauer？ Heavens； no！ I'm no cradle snatcher。 He was a good kid； though。 I'd like to get him home to his family。〃
〃Do you have a family？〃
〃Sure。 My mom and brother； back home on Beta Colony。 My dad used to be in the Survey too。〃
〃Was he one of those who never came back？〃
〃No； he died in a shuttleport accident； not ten kilometers from home。 He'd been home on leave； and was just reporting back。〃
〃My condolences。〃
〃Oh； that was years and years ago。〃 Getting a little personal； isn't he？ she thought。 But it was better than trying to deflect military interrogation。 She hoped fervently that the subject； say； of the latest Betan equipment would not e up。 〃How about you？ Do you have a family？〃 It suddenly occurred to her that this phrase was also a polite way of asking； Are you married？
〃My father lives。 He is Count Vorkosigan。 My mother was half Betan； you know；〃 he offered hesitantly。
Cordelia decided that if Vorkosigan； full of military curtness； was formidable； Vorkosigan trying to make himself pleasant was truly terrifying。 But curiosity overcame the urge to cut the conversation short。 〃That's unusual。 How did that happen？〃
〃My maternal grandfather was Prince Xav Vorbarra； the diplomat。 He held the post of ambassador to Beta Colony for a time； in his youth； before the First Cetagandan War。 I believe my grandmother was in your Bureau for Interstellar Trade。〃
〃Did you know her well？〃
〃After my mother
