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flaked away like charred paper。 She hooked the pole over a half…melted cabinet and dragged it into the open。 The bottom drawer was unmelted； but badly warped and； as she found when she wrapped her shirttail around her hand and pulled； tightly stuck。
A few minutes more search turned up some dubious substitutes for a hammer and chisel： a flat shard of metal and a heavy lump she recognized sadly as having once been a delicate and very expensive meteorological recorder。 With these caveman's tools and some brute force from Dubauer； they wrenched the drawer open with a noise like a pistol shot that made them both jump。
〃Jackpot！〃 said Dubauer。
〃Let's take it over by the ravine to try out；〃 said Cordelia。 〃My skin is crawling。 Anybody upslope could see us。〃
Still crouching； they made quickly for cover； past Rosemont's body。 Dubauer stared back at it as they scuttled by； ill at ease； angry。 〃Whoever did that is damn well going to pay for it。〃 Cordelia just shook her head。
They knelt down in the bracken…like undergrowth to try the m link。 The machine produced some static and sad whining hoots； went dead； then coughed out the audio half of its signal when tapped and shaken。 She found the right frequency and began the blind call。
〃mander Naismith to Survey Ship Rene Magritte。 Acknowledge； please。〃 After an agony of waiting； the faint； static…scrambled reply wavered in。
〃Lieutenant Stuben here。 Are you all right； Captain？〃
Cordelia breathed again。 〃All right for now。 What's your status？ What happened？〃
Dr。 Ullery's voice came on； senior officer in the survey party after Rosemont。 〃A Barrayaran military patrol surrounded the camp； demanding surrender。 Said they claimed the place by right of prior discovery。 Then some trigger…happy loon on their side fired a plasma arc； and all hell broke loose。 Reg drew them off with his stunner； and the rest of us made it to the shuttle。 There's a Barrayaran ship of the General class up here we're playing hide…and…seek with； if you know what I mean…〃
〃Remember； you're broadcasting in the clear；〃 Cordelia reminded her sharply。
Dr。 Ullery hesitated； then went on。 〃Right。 They're still demanding surrender。 Do you know if they captured Reg？〃
〃Dubauer's with me。 Is everybody else accounted for？〃
〃All but Reg。〃
〃Reg is dead。〃
A crackle of static hissed across Stuben's swearing。
〃Stu； you're in mand；〃 Cordelia cut in on him。 〃Listen closely。 Those twitchy militarists are not； repeat not； to be trusted。 On no account surrender the ship。 I've seen the secret reports on the General cruisers。 You're out…gunned； out…armored； and out…manned； but you've got at least twice the legs。 So get out of his range and stay there。 Retreat all the way back to Beta Colony if you have to； but take no chances with my people。 Got that？〃
〃We can't leave you； Captain！〃
〃You can't launch a shuttle for a pickup unless you get the Barrayarans off your neck。 And if we are captured； the chances are better for getting us home through political channels than through some harebrained rescue stunt； but only if you make it home to plain； is that absolutely clear？ Acknowledge！〃 she demanded。
〃Acknowledged；〃 he replied reluctantly。 〃But Captain…how long do you really think you can keep away from those crazy bastards？ They're bound to get you in the end； with 'scopes。〃
〃As long as possible。 As for you…get going！〃 She had occasionally imagined her ship functioning without herself； never without Rosemont。 Got to keep Stuben from trying to play soldier； she thought。 The Barrayarans aren't amateurs。 〃There are fifty…six lives depending on you up there。 You can count。 Fifty…six is more than two。 Keep it in mind； all right？ Naismith out。〃
〃Cordelia。。。 Good luck。 Stuben out。〃 Cordelia sat back and stared at the little municator。 〃Whew。 What a peculiar business。〃
Ensign Dubauer snorted。 〃That's an understatement。〃
〃It's an exact statement。 I don't know if you noticed…〃 A movement in the mottled shade caught her eye。 She started to her feet； hand moving toward her stunner。 The tall； hatchet…faced Barrayaran soldier in the green and grey splotched camouflage fatigues moved even faster。 Dubauer moved faster still； shoving her blindly behind him。 She heard the crackle of a nerve disruptor as she pitched backward into the ravine； stunner and m link flying from her hands。 Forest； earth； stream； and sky spun wildly around her； her head struck something with a sickening； starry crack； and darkness swallowed her。
The forest mold pressed against Cordelia's cheek。 The damp earthy smell tickled her nostrils。 She breathed deeper； filling her mouth and lungs； and then the odor of decay wrung her stomach。 She turned her face from the muck。 Pain exploded through her head in radiating lines。
She groaned inarticulately。 Dark sparkling whorls curtained her vision； then cleared。 She forced her eyes to focus on the nearest object； about half a meter to the right of her head。
Heavy black boots； sunk in the mud and topped by green and grey splotched camouflage trousers； encased legs spread apart in a patient parade rest。 She suppressed a weary whimper。 Very gently she laid her head back in the black ooze； and rolled cautiously onto her side for a better view of the Barrayaran officer。
Her stunner！ She stared into the little rectangle of its business end； held steadily in a broad and heavy hand。 Her eyes searched anxiously for his nerve disruptor。 The officer's belt hung heavy with equipment； but the disruptor holster on his right hip was empty； as was the plasma arc holster on his left。
He was barely taller than herself； but stocky and powerful。 Untidy dark hair touched with grey； cold intent grey eyes…in fact； his whole appearance was untidy by the strict Barrayaran military standards。 His fatigues were almost as rumpled and muddy and stained with plant juices as her own； and he had a raw contusion across his right cheekbone。 Looks like he's had a rotten day too； she thought muzzily。 Then the sparkly black whirlpools expanded and drowned her again。
When her vision cleared again the boots were gone…no。 There he was； seated fortably on a log。 She tried to focus on something other than her rebellious belly； but her belly won control in a wrenching rush。
The enemy captain stirred involuntarily as she vomited； but remained sitting。 She crawled the few meters to the little stream at the bottom of the ravine； and washed out her mouth and face in its icy water。 Feeling relatively better； she sat up and croaked； 〃Well？〃
The officer inclined his head in a shadow of courtesy。 〃I am Captain Aral Vorkosigan； manding the Barrayaran Imperial war cruiser General Vorkraft。 Identify yourself； please。〃 His voice was baritone； his speech barely accented。
〃mander Cordelia Naismith。 Betan Astronomical Survey。 We are a scientific party；〃 she emphasized accusingly。 〃Non…batants。〃
〃So I noticed；〃 he said dryly。 〃What happened to your party？〃
Cordelia's eyes narrowed。 〃Weren't you there？ I was up on the mountain； assisting my team botanist。〃 And more urgently； 〃Have you seen my botanist…my ensign？ He pushed me into the ravine when we were ambushed…〃
He glanced up to the rim of the gorge at the point wher