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； banging on the door and walls endlessly with her good hand； or simply sitting on the bunk crying in pain。 The gravity and lights flip…flopped several more times。 Finally she had the familiar sensation of being pulled inside…out through a pot of glue； marking a wormhole jump； and the environment steadied。
When the door of the cell opened at last； it startled her so she recoiled into the wall； banging her head。 But it was the lieutenant in charge of the brig； with a medical corpsman。 The lieutenant had an interesting reddish…purple bruise the size of an egg on his forehead； the corpsman looked harried。
〃This is the next worst one；〃 said the lieutenant to the corpsman。 〃After that you can just go down the row in order。〃
White…faced and exhausted into silence； she unwrapped her arm for examination and repair。 The corpsman was petent； but lacked the delicacy of touch of the chief surgeon。 She nearly fainted before the plastic cast was at last applied。
There were no more signs of attack。 A clean prisoner's uniform was delivered through a wall slot。 Two ration packs later she felt another wormhole jump。 Her thought revolved endlessly on the wheel of her fears； her sleep was all dreams and her dreams were all nightmares。
It was Lieutenant Illyan who came to escort her at last； along with an ordinary guard。 She nearly kissed him； in her joy at seeing a familiar face。 Instead she cleared her throat diffidently； and asked with what she hoped would pass for nonchalance； 〃Was modore Vorkosigan all right； after that attack？〃
His eyebrows rose； and he shot her a look of bemused study from beneath them。 〃Of course。〃
Of course。 Of course。 That 〃of course〃 even suggested； uninjured。 Her eyes puddled with relief； which she attempted to mask with an expression of cool professional interest。 〃Where are you taking me？〃 she asked him； as they left the brig and started down the corridor。
〃Shuttle。 You're to be transferred to the POW camp planetside； until the exchange arrangements are made； and they begin shipping you all home。〃
〃Home！ What about the war？〃
〃It's over。〃
〃Over！〃 She assimilated that。 〃Over。 That was quick。 Why aren't the Escobarans pursuing their advantage？〃
〃They can't。 We've blocked the wormhole exit。〃
〃Blocked？ Not blockaded？〃
He nodded。
〃How the devil do you block a wormhole？〃
〃In a way； it's a very old idea。 Fireships。〃
〃Huh？〃
〃Send a ship in； set up a major matter…antimatter explosion at a midpoint between nodes。 It sets up a resonance…nothing else can get through for weeks； until it dies down。〃
Cordelia whistled。 〃Clever…why didn't we think of that？ How do you get the pilot out？〃
〃Maybe that's why you didn't think of it。 We don't。〃
〃God…what a death。〃 Her vision of it was clear and instant。
〃They were volunteers。〃
She shook her head numbly。 〃Only a Barrayaran。。。〃 She probed for some less horrifying subject。 〃Did you take many prisoners？〃
〃Not very。 Maybe a thousand in all。 We left over eleven thousand ground troops behind on Escobar。 It makes you rather valuable； if we have to try to trade you more than ten for one。〃
The prisoners' shuttle was a windowless craft； and she shared it with only two others； one of her own engineer's assistants； and the dark…haired Escobaran girl who had been in her cell。 Her tech was eager to exchange stories； although he didn't have much to trade。 He had spent the whole time locked in one cell with his other three shipmates； who had been taken downside yesterday。
The beautiful Escobaran； a young ensign who had been captured when her ship was disabled in the fighting for the wormhole jump to Beta Colony over two months ago； had even less to tell。
〃I must have lost track of time； somewhere；〃 she said uneasily。 〃Not hard to do in that cell； seeing no one。 Except that I woke up in their sickbay； yesterday； and couldn't remember how I'd e there。〃
And if that surgeon's as good as he looked； you never will； thought Cordelia。 〃Do you remember Admiral Vorrutyer？〃
〃Who？〃
〃Never mind。〃
The shuttle landed at last； and the hatch was opened。 A shaft of sunlight and a breath of summer…scented air fell through it； sweet green air that made them suddenly realize they had been breathing reek for days。
〃Wow； where is this place？〃 said the technician； awed； as he stepped through the hatch； prodded by the guards。 〃It's beautiful。〃
Cordelia followed him； and laughed out loud； although not happily； in instant recognition。
The prison camp was a triple row of Barrayaran field shelters； ugly grey half…cylinders surrounded by a force screen； set at the bottom of a kilometers…wide amphitheater of dry woodland and waterfall； beneath a turquoise sky。 It was a hazy； warm； quiet afternoon that made Cordelia feel she had never left。
Yes； there was even the entrance to the underground depot； not camouflaged anymore； but widened； with a great paved area for landing and loading gouged out before it； alive with shuttles and activity。 The waterfall and pool were gone。 She turned about； as they walked； gazing at her planet。 Now that she thought about it； it seemed inevitable that they should end up here； quite logical really。 She shook her head helplessly。
She and her young Escobaran panion were signed in by a neat and expressionless guard and directed to a shelter halfway down one row。 They entered； to find it occupied by eleven women in a space meant for fifty。 They had their choice of bunks。
They were pounced upon by the older prisoners； frantic for news。 A plump woman of about forty restored order； and introduced herself。
〃I'm Lieutenant Marsha Alfredi。 I'm ranking officer in this shelter。 Insofar as there is order in this cess pit。 Do you know what the hell is going on？〃
〃I'm Captain Cordelia Naismith。 Betan Expeditionary。〃
〃Thank God。 I can dump it on you。〃
〃Oh； my。〃 Cordelia braced herself。 〃Fill me in。〃
〃It's been hell。 The guards are pigs。 Then； all of a sudden yesterday afternoon； this bunch of high…ranking Barrayaran officers came trooping through。 At first we thought they were shopping for rapees； like the last bunch。 But this morning about half the guards had disappeared…the worst of the lot…and been replaced by a crew that look like they're on parade。 And the Barrayaran camp mandant…I couldn't believe it。 They paraded him out on the shuttle tarmac this morning and shot him！ In full view of everyone！〃
〃I see；〃 said Cordelia； rather tonelessly。 She cleared her throat。 〃Uh…have you heard yet？ The Barrayarans have been run pletely out of Escobaran local space。 They're probably sending around the long way for a formal truce and some sort of negotiated settlement by now。〃
There was a stunned silence； then jubilation。 Some laughed； some cried； some hugged each other； and some sat alone。 Some broke away to spread the news to neighboring shelters and from there up and down the whole camp。 Cordelia was pressed for details。 She gave a brief precis of the fighting； leaving out her own exploits and the source of her information。 Their joy made her a little happier； for the first time in days。
〃Well； that explains why the Barrayarans have straightened up all of a sudden；〃 said Lieutenant Alfredi。 〃I guess t