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e into the ravine when we were ambushed…〃
He glanced up to the rim of the gorge at the point where she had toppled in…how long ago？ 〃Was he a brown…haired boy？〃
Her heart sank in sick anticipation。 〃Yes。〃
〃There's nothing you can do for him now。〃
〃That was murder！ All he had was a stunner！〃 Her eyes burned the Barrayaran。 〃Why were my people attacked？〃
He tapped her stunner thoughtfully in his palm。 〃Your expedition；〃 he said carefully； 〃was to be interned； preferably peacefully； for violation of Barrayaran space。 There was an altercation。 I was hit in the back with a stun beam。 When I came to； I found your camp as you did。〃
〃Good。〃 Bitter bile soured her mouth。 〃I'm glad Reg got one of you； before you murdered him too。〃
〃If you are referring to that misguided but admittedly courageous blond boy in the clearing； he couldn't have hit the side of a house。 I don't know why you Betans put on soldiers' uniforms。 You're no better trained than children on a picnic。 If your ranks denote anything but pay scale； it's not apparent to me。〃
〃He was a geologist； not a hired killer；〃 she snapped。 〃As for my 'children；' your soldiers couldn't even capture them。〃
His brows drew together。 Cordelia shut her mouth abruptly。 Oh； great； she thought。 He hasn't even started to wrench my arms off； and already I'm giving away free intelligence。
〃Didn't they now；〃 Vorkosigan mused。 He pointed upstream with the stunner to where the m link lay cracked open in the brook。 A little sputtering of steam rose from the ruin。 〃What orders did you give your ship when they informed you of their escape？〃
〃I told them to use their initiative；〃 she murmured vaguely； groping for inspiration in a throbbing fog。
He snorted。 〃A safe order to give a Betan。 At least you're sure to be obeyed。〃
Oh； no。 My turn。 〃Hey； I know why my people left me behind…why did yours leave you？ Isn't one's manding officer； even a Barrayaran one； too important to mislay？〃 She sat up straighter。 〃If Reg couldn't hit the side of a house； who shot you？〃
That's fetched him； she thought； as the stunner with which he had been absently gesturing was swiveled back to aim on her。 But he said only； 〃That is not your concern。 Have you another m link？〃
Oh ho…was this stern Barrayaran mander dealing with a mutiny？ Well； confusion to the enemy！ 〃No。 Your soldiers trashed everything。〃
〃No matter；〃 muttered Vorkosigan。 〃I know where to get another。 Are you able to walk yet？〃
〃I'm not sure。〃 She pushed herself to her feet； then pressed her hand to her head to contain the shooting pains。
〃It's only a concussion；〃 Vorkosigan said unsympathetically。 〃A walk will do you good。〃
〃How far？〃 she gasped。
〃About two hundred kilometers。〃
She fell back to her knees。 〃Have a nice trip。〃
〃By myself； two days。 I suppose you will take longer； being a geologist； or whatever。〃
〃Astrocartographer。〃
〃Get up； please。〃 He unbent so far as to help her with a hand under her elbow。 He seemed curiously reluctant to touch her。 She was chilled and stiff； she could feel the heat from his hand through the heavy cloth of her sleeve。 Vorkosigan pushed her determinedly up the side of the ravine。
〃You're stone serious；〃 she said。 〃What are you going to do with a prisoner on a forced march？ Suppose I bash in your head with a rock while you sleep？〃
〃I'll take my chances。〃
They cleared the top。 Cordelia draped herself around one of the little trees； winded。 Vorkosigan wasn't even breathing hard； she noticed enviously。 〃Well； I'm not going anywhere till I've buried my officers。〃
He looked irritated。 〃Its a waste of time and energy。〃
〃I won't leave them to the scavengers like dead animals。
Your Barrayaran thugs may know more about killing； but not one of them could have died a more soldierly death。〃
He stared at her a moment； face unreadable； then shrugged。 〃Very well。〃
Cordelia began to make her way along the side of the ravine。 〃I thought it was here；〃 she said； puzzled。 〃Did you move him？〃
〃No。 But he can't have crawled far； in his condition。〃
〃You said he was dead！〃
〃So he is。 His body； however； was still animate。 The disruptor must have missed his cerebellum。〃
Cordelia traced the trail of broken vegetation over a small rise； Vorkosigan following silently。
〃Dubauer！〃 She ran to the tall clad figure curled up in the bracken。 As she knelt beside him he turned and stretched out stiffly； then began to shake all over in slow waves； his lips drawn back in a strange grin。 Cold？ she thought wildly； then realized what she was seeing。 She yanked her handkerchief from her pocket； folded it； and forced it between his teeth。 His mouth was already bloody from a previous convulsion。 After about three minutes he sighed and went limp。
She blew out her breath in distress and examined him anxiously。 He opened his eyes； and seemed to focus on her face。 He clutched ineffectually at her arm and made noises； all moans and clotted vowels。 She tried to soothe his animal agitation by gently stroking his head； and wiping the bloody spittle from his mouth； he quieted。
She turned to Vorkosigan； tears of fury and pain blurring her vision。 〃Not dead！ Liar！ Only injured。 He must have medical help。〃
〃You are being unrealistic； mander Naismith。 One does not recover from disruptor injuries。〃
〃So？ You can't tell the extent of the damage your filthy weapon has done from the outside。 He can still see and hear and feel…you can't demote him to the status of a corpse for your convenience！〃
His face seemed a mask。 〃If you wish；〃 he said carefully。 〃I can put him out of his suffering。 My bat knife is quite sharp。 Used quickly； it would cut his throat almost painlessly。 Or should you feel it is your duty as his mander； I'll lend you the knife and you may use it。〃
〃Is that what you'd do for one of your men？〃
〃Certainly。 And they'd do the same for me。 No man could wish to live on like that。〃
She stood and looked at him very steadily。 〃It must be like living among cannibals； to be a Barrayaran。〃
A long silence fell between them。 Dubauer broke it with a moan。 Vorkosigan stirred。 〃What； then； do you propose to do with him？〃
She rubbed her temples tiredly； ransacking for an appeal that would penetrate that expressionless front。 Her stomach undulated； her tongue was woolly； her legs trembled with exhaustion； low blood sugar； and reaction to pain。 〃Just where is it you're planning to go？〃 she asked finally。
〃There is a supply cache located…in a place I know。 Hidden。 It contains munications equipment； weapons； food…possession of it would put me in a position to； ah； correct the problems in my mand。〃
〃Does it have medical supplies？〃
〃Yes；〃 he admitted reluctantly。
〃All right。〃 Here goes nothing。 〃I will cooperate with you…give you my parole； as a prisoner…assist you in any way I can that does not actually endanger my ship…if I can take Ensign Dubauer with us。〃
〃That's impossible。 He can't even walk。〃
〃I think he can； if he's helped。〃
He stared at her in baffled irritation。 〃And if I refuse？〃
〃Then you can either leave us both or kill us both。〃 She glanced away from his knife； lifted her chin； and waited。
〃I do not kill prisoners。〃
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