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〃Who were they thinking of invading？〃 asked Cordelia doggedly。
〃Why haven't I heard anything about it？〃 asked Vorkalloner。
〃In order； that is classified information； and it is not being discussed below the level of the General Staff； the central mittee of the two Councils； and the Emperor。 That means this conversation is to go no farther； Aristede。〃
Vorkalloner glanced at Cordelia pointedly。 〃She's not on the General Staff。 e to think of it…〃
〃Neither am I； anymore；〃 Vorkosigan conceded。 〃As for our guest； I've told her nothing she couldn't deduce for herself。 As for myself； my opinion was requested on…certain aspects。 They didn't like it； once they'd got it； but they did ask for it。〃 His smile was not at all nice。
〃Is that why you were shipped out of town？〃 asked Cordelia perceptively； feeling she was beginning to get the hang of how things were done on Barrayar。 〃So Lieutenant mander Vorkalloner was right about pulling guard duty。 Was your opinion requested by； uh； a certain old friend of your fathers？〃
〃It certainly wasn't requested by the Council of Ministers；〃 said Vorkosigan； but refused to be drawn any further； and changed the subject firmly。 〃Have my men been treating you properly？〃
〃Quite well； yes。〃
〃My surgeon swears he will release me this afternoon； if I am good and stay in bed this morning。 May I stop by your cabin to speak with you privately later？ There are some things I need to make clear。〃
〃Sure；〃 she responded； thinking the request was phrased rather ominously。
The surgeon came in； aggrieved。 〃You're supposed to be resting； sir。〃 He glared pointedly at Cordelia and Vorkalloner。
〃Oh； very well。 Send these off with the next courier； Aristede；〃 he pointed to the screen； 〃along with the verbals and the formal charges。〃
The doctor herded them out； as Vorkosigan began typing again。
She wandered around the ship for the rest of the morning； exploring the limits of her parole。 Vorkosigan's ship was a confusing warren of corridors； sealable levels； tubes； and narrow doors designed； she realized at last； to be defensible from boarding parties in hand…to…hand bat。 Sergeant Bothari kept pace with slow strides； looming silently as the shadow of death at her shoulder； except when she would begin to make a turn into some forbidden door or corridor； when he would halt abruptly and say； 〃No； ma'am。〃 She was not permitted to touch anything； though； as she found when she ran a hand casually over a control panel； eliciting another monotonous 〃No； ma'am；〃 from Bothari。 It made her feel like a two…year…old being taken on a toddle。
She made one attempt to draw him out。
〃Have you served Captain Vorkosigan long？〃 she inquired brightly。
〃Yes； ma'am。〃
Silence。 She tried again。 〃Do you like him？〃
〃No； ma'am。〃
Silence。
〃Why not？〃 This at least could not have a yes…or…no answer。 For a while she thought he wasn't going to answer at all； but he finally came up with； 〃He's a Vor。〃
〃Class conflict？〃 she hazarded。
〃I don't like Vors。〃
〃I'm not a Vor；〃 she suggested。
He stared through her glumly。 〃You're like a Vor； Ma'am。〃
Unnerved； she gave up。
That afternoon she made herself fortable on her narrow bunk and began to explore the menu the library puter had to offer her。 She picked out a vid with the unalarming grade school title of 〃People and Places of Barrayar〃 and punched it up。
Its narration was as banal as the title had promised； but the pictures were utterly fascinating。 It seemed a green； delicious； sunlit world to her Betan eyes。 People went about without nose filters or rebreathers； or heat shields in the summer。 The climate and terrain were immensely varied； and it had real oceans； with moon…raised tides； in contrast to the flat saline puddles that passed for lakes at home。
A knock sounded at her door。 〃Enter；〃 she called； and Vorkosigan appeared around it； greeting her with a nod。 Odd hour of the day for him to be in dress uniform； she thought…but my word； he cleans up good。 Nice； very nice。 Sergeant Bothari acpanied him； he remained standing stolidly outside the half…opened door。 Vorkosigan walked around the room for a moment as if searching for something。 He finally emptied her lunch tray and used it to prop the door open a narrow crack。 Cordelia raised her eyebrows at this。
〃Is that really necessary？〃
〃I think so。 At the current rate of gossip I'm bound to encounter some joke soon about the privileges of rank that I can't pretend not to hear； and I'll have to quash the unlucky； er； humorist。 I have an aversion to closed doors anyway。 You never know what's on the other side。〃
Cordelia laughed outright。 〃It reminds me of that old joke； where the girl says； 'Let's not； and tell everybody we have。' 〃
Vorkosigan grimaced agreement and seated himself on the bolted…down swivel chair by the metal desk built into the wall； and swung to face her。 He leaned back with his legs stretched out before him； and his face became serious。 Cordelia cocked her head； half…smiling。 He began obliquely； nodding toward the screen swung over her bed。 〃What have you been viewing？〃
〃Barrayaran geography。 It's a beautiful place。 Have you ever been to the oceans？〃
〃When I was a small boy； my mother used to take me to Bonsanklar every summer。 It was a sort of upper…class resort town with a lot of virgin forest backing up to the mountains behind it。 My father was away mostly； at the capital or with his corps。 Midsummer's Day was the old Emperor's birthday； and they used to have the most fantastic fireworks…at least； they seemed so to me at the time…out over the ocean。 The whole town would turn out on the esplanade； nobody even armed。 No duels were permitted on the Emperor's birthday； and I was allowed to run all over the place freely。〃 He looked at the floor； beyond the toes of his boots。 〃I haven't been back there for years。 I should like to take you there someday； for the Midsummer's festival； should the opportunity present itself。〃
〃I'd like that very much。 Will your ship be returning to Barrayar soon？〃
〃Not for some time； I'm afraid。 You're in for a long period as a prisoner。 But when we return； in view of the escape of your ship； there should be no reason to continue your internment。 You should be freed to present yourself at the Betan embassy； and go home。 If you wish。〃
〃If I wish！〃 She laughed a little； uncertainly； and sat back against her hard pillow。 He was watching her face intently。 His posture was a fair simulation of a man at his ease； but one boot was tapping unconsciously。 His eye fell on it； he frowned； and it stopped。 〃Why shouldn't I wish？〃
〃I thought； perhaps； when we arrive on Barrayar； and you are free； you might consider staying。〃
〃To visit…where you said； Bonsanklar； and so on？ I don't know how much leave I'll have； but…sure； I like to see new places。 I'd like to see your planet。〃
〃Not a visit。 Permanently。 As…as Lady Vorkosigan。〃 His face brightened with a wry smile。 〃I'm making a hash of this。 I promise； I'll never think of Betans as cowards again。 I swear your customs take more bravery than the most suicidal of our boys' contests of skill。〃
She let her breath trickle out through pursed lips。 〃You don't…deal in small ch