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s my concern。〃
〃I'm…I'll be all right； after m…my month's leave。 I just need a rest。 I want to go back to Survey。〃
〃And so you can。 Just as soon as you're medically cleared。〃
〃Oh。〃 The implications of that took a moment to sink in。 〃Oh； no…wait a minute。 I had a little p…problem with Dr。 Sprague。 Very nice lady； her reasoning was sound； but her premises were wrong。〃
modore Tailor gazed at her sadly。 〃I think I'd better turn you over to Dr。 Mehta； now。 She'll explain everything。 You will cooperate with her； won't you； Cordelia？〃
Cordelia pursed her lips； chilled。 〃Let me get this straight。 What you're saying is； if I can't make your shrink happy； I'll never set foot on a Survey ship again。 No c…mand…no job； in fact。〃
〃That's…a very harsh way of putting it。 But you know yourself； for Survey； with small groups of people isolated together for extended periods of time； the psych profiles are of the utmost importance。〃
〃Yes； I know。。。〃 She twitched her mouth into a smile。 〃I'll c…cooperate。 S…sure。〃
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
〃Now；〃 said Dr。 Mehta cheerfully； setting up her box on a table in the Naismiths' apartment next afternoon； 〃this is a pletely non…invasive method of monitoring。 You won't feel a thing； it won't do a thing to you； except give me clues as to which subjects are of subconscious importance to you。〃 She paused to swallow a capsule； remarking； 〃Allergy。 Excuse me。 Think of it as an emotional dowsing rod； looking for those buried streams of experience。〃
〃Telling you where to drill the well； eh？〃
〃Exactly。 Do you mind if I smoke？〃
〃Go ahead。〃
Mehta lit an aromatic cigarette and set it casually in an ashtray she had brought with her。 The smoke drifted toward Cordelia。 She squinted at its acridity。 Odd perversion for a doctor； well； we all have our weaknesses。 She eyed the box； suppressing irritation。
〃Now for a baseline；〃 said Mehta。 〃July。〃
〃Am I supposed to say August； or something？〃
〃No； it's not a free…association test…the machine will do the work。 But you may； if you wish。〃
〃That's all right。〃
〃Twelve。〃
Apostles； thought Cordelia。 Eggs。 Days of Christmas。
〃Death。〃
Birth； thought Cordelia。 Those upper…class Barrayarans put everything into their children。 Name； property； culture； even their government's continuity。 A huge burden； no wonder the children bend and twist under the strain。
〃Birth。〃
Death； thought Cordelia。 A man without a son is a walking ghost there； with no part in their future。 And when their government fails； they pay the price in their children's lives。 Five thousand。
Mehta moved her ashtray a little to the left。 It didn't help； made it worse； in fact。
〃Sex。〃
Not likely； with me here and him there。。。
〃Seventeen。〃
Canisters； thought Cordelia。 Wonder how those poor desperate little scraps of life are doing？
Dr。 Mehta frowned uncertainly at her readouts。 〃Seventeen？〃 she repeated。
Eighteen； Cordelia thought firmly。 Dr。 Mehta made a note。
〃Admiral Vorrutyer。〃
Poor butchered toad。 You know； I think you spoke the truth…you must have loved Aral once； to have hated him so。 What did he do to you； I wonder？ Rejected you； most likely。 I could understand that pain。 We have some mon ground after all； perhaps。。。
Mehta adjusted another dial； frowned again； turned it back。 〃Admiral Vorkosigan。〃
Ah love； let us be true to one another。。。 Cordelia focused wearily on Mehta's blue uniform。 She'll get a geyser if she drills her well there…probably knows it already； she's making another note。。。
Mehta glanced at her chronometer； and leaned forward with increased attention。 〃Let's talk about Admiral Vorkosigan。〃
Let's not； thought Cordelia； 〃What about him？〃
〃Does he work much in their Intelligence section； do you know？〃
〃I don't think so。 His main line seems to be Staff tactician； when…when he isn't on patrol duty。〃
〃The Butcher of Komarr。〃
〃That's a damned lie；〃 said Cordelia automatically； then wished she hadn't spoken。
〃Who told you that？〃 asked Mehta。
〃He did。〃
〃He did。 Ah。〃
I'll get you for that 〃Ah〃…no。 Cooperation。 Calm。 I do feel calm。。。 Wish that woman would either finish smoking that thing or put it out。 Stings my eyes。
〃What proof did he offer you？〃
None； Cordelia realized。 〃His word； I guess。 His honor。〃
〃Rather intangible。〃 She made another note。 〃And you believed him？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Why？〃
〃It…seemed consistent； with what I saw of his character。〃
〃You were his prisoner for six days； were you not； on that Survey mission？〃
〃That's right。〃
Mehta tapped her light pen and said 〃hm；〃 absently； looking through her。 〃You seem quite convinced of this Vorkosigan's veracity。 You don't think he ever lied to you； then？〃
〃Well…yes； but after all； I was an enemy officer。〃
〃Yet you seem to accept his statements unquestioningly。〃
Cordelia tried to explain。 〃A man's word is something more to a Barrayaran than a vague promise； at least for the old…fashioned types。 Heavens； it's even the basis for their government； oaths of fealty and all that。〃
Mehta whistled soundlessly。 〃You approve of their form of government now； do you？〃
Cordelia stirred unfortably。 〃Not exactly。 I'm just starting to understand it a little； is all。 It could be made to work； I suppose。〃
〃So this word of honor business…you believe he never breaks it？〃
〃Well。。。〃
〃He does； then。〃
〃I have seen him do so。 But the cost was huge。〃
〃He breaks it for a price； then。〃
〃Not for a price。 At a cost。〃
〃I fail to see the distinction。〃
〃A price is something you get。 A cost is something you lose。 He lost…much； at Escobar。〃
The talk was drifting onto dangerous ground。 Got to change the subject； Cordelia thought drowsily。 Or take a nap。。。 Mehta glanced at the time again； and studied Cordelia's face intently。
〃Escobar；〃 said Mehta。
〃Aral lost his honor at Escobar； you know。 He said he was going to go home and get drunk； afterwards。 Escobar broke his heart； I think。〃
〃Aral。。。 You call him by his first name？〃
〃He calls me 'dear Captain。' I always thought that was funny。 Very revealing； in a way。 He really does think of me as a lady soldier。 Vorrutyer was right again…I think I am the solution to a difficulty for him。 I'm glad。。。〃 The room was getting warm。 She yawned。 The wisps of smoke wound tendril…like about her。
〃Soldier。〃
〃He loves his soldiers； you know。 He really does。 He's stuffed with this peculiar Barrayaran patriotism。 All honor to the Emperor。 The Emperor hardly seems worthy of it。。。〃
〃Emperor。〃
〃Poor sod。 Tormented as Bothari。 May be as mad。〃
〃Bothari？ Who is Bothari？〃
〃He talks to demons。 The demons talk back。 You'd like Bothari。 Aral does。 I do。 Good guy to have with you on your next trip to hell。 He speaks the language。〃
Mehta frowned； twiddled her dials again； and tapped her readout screen with a long fingernail。 She backtracked。 〃Emperor。〃
Cordelia could hardly keep her eyes open。 Mehta lit another cigarette and set it beside the stub of the first。 〃Prince；〃 said Cordelia。 Mustn't talk about the Prince。。。 〃Prince；〃 repeated Mehta。
〃Mustn't talk about the Prince。 That mountain of corpses。。。〃 Cordelia squinted in the smoke。 The smoke…the odd； acrid