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tly because her old tan Survey fatigues with the insignia taken off collected stares in the streets。 Its dark floral pattern pleased her eye。 Her hair hung loose； parted in the middle and held back from her face by two enameled bs； also purchased yesterday。
A little farther up the hill was a garden； surrounded by a low grey stone wall。 No； not a garden； she realized as she approached： a graveyard。 An old man in old coveralls was working in it； kneeling in the dirt planting young flowers from a flat。 He squinted up at her as she pushed through the little gate。 She did not mistake his identity。 He was a little taller than his son； and his musculature had gone thin and stringy with age； but she saw Vorkosigan in the bones of his face。
〃General Count Vorkosigan； sir？〃 She saluted him automatically； then realized how peculiar it must look in the dress。 He rose stiffly to his feet。 〃My name is Cap…my name is Cordelia Naismith。 I'm a friend of Aral's。 I…don't know if he mentioned me to you。 Is he here？〃
〃How do you do； madam。〃 He came more or less to attention； and gave her a courteous half…nod that was achingly familiar。 〃He said very little； and it did not lead me to think I might meet you。〃 A smile creaked across his face； as if those muscles were stiff from long disuse。 〃You have no idea how pleased I am to be wrong。〃 He gestured over his shoulder up the hill。 〃There is a little pavilion at the top of our property； overlooking the lake。 He； ah； sits up there most of the time。〃
〃I see。〃 She spotted the path； winding up past the graveyard。 〃Um。 I'm not sure how to put this。。。 is he sober？〃
He glanced at the sun； and pursed leathery lips。 〃Probably not； by this hour。 When he first came home he only drank after dinner； but the time has been creeping up； gradually。 Very disturbing； but there isn't much I can do about it。 Although if that gut of his starts bleeding again I may。。。〃 He broke off； looking her over with intense； uncertain speculation。 〃He has taken this Escobar failure unnecessarily personally； I think。 His resignation was not in the least called for。〃
She deduced the old Count was not in the Emperor's confidence on this matter； and thought； it wasn't its failure that slew his spirit； sir； it was its success。 Aloud； she said； 〃Loyalty to your Emperor was a very great point of honor for him； I know。〃 Almost its last bastion； and your Emperor chose to flatten it to its foundations in the service of his great need。。。
〃Why don't you go on up；〃 suggested the old man。 〃Although； this isn't a very good day for him； I had better warn you。〃
〃Thank you。 I understand。〃
He stood looking after her as she left the walled enclosure and went on up the winding walk。 It was shaded by trees； most of them Earth imports； and some other vegetation that had to be local。 The hedge of bush…like things with flowers…she assumed they were flowers； Dubauer would have known…that looked like pink ostrich feathers was particularly striking。
The pavilion was a faintly oriental structure of weathered wood； manding a fine view of the sparkling lake。 Vines climbed it； seeming to claim it for the rocky soil。 It was open on all four sides； and furnished with a couple of shabby chaises； a large faded armchair and footstool； and a small table holding two decanters； some glasses； and a bottle of a thick white liquid。
Vorkosigan lay back in the chair； eyes closed； bare feet on the stool； a pair of sandals kicked carelessly over the side。 Cordelia paused at the pavilion's edge to study him with a sort of delicate enjoyment。 He wore an old pair of black uniform trousers and a very civilian shirt； a loud and unexpected floral print。 He obviously had not shaved that morning。 His toes； she noticed； had a little wiry black hair on them like the backs of his fingers and hands。 She decided she definitely liked his feet； indeed could easily bee quite foolishly fond of every part of him。 His generally seedy air was less amusing。 Tired； and more than tired。 Ill。
He opened his eyes to slits and reached for a crystal tumbler filled with an amber liquid； then appeared to change his mind and picked up the white bottle instead。 A small measuring cup stood beside it； which he ignored； knocking back a slug of the white liquid directly from its source instead。 He sneered briefly at the bottle； then traded it for the crystal tumbler and took a drink； rinsing it around in his mouth and swallowing。 He hunched back down in the armchair； at a slightly lower level than before。
〃Liquid breakfast？〃 Cordelia inquired。 〃Is it as tasty as oatmeal and blue cheese dressing？〃
His eyes snapped open。 〃You；〃 he said hoarsely after a moment； 〃are not a hallucination。〃 He started to get up； then appeared to think better of it and sank back in frozen self…consciousness。 〃I never wanted you to see。。。〃
She mounted the steps to the shade； pushed a chaise closer to him； and seated herself。 Blast； she thought； I've embarrassed him； catching him all awry like this。 Off balance。 How to put him at his ease？ I would have him at his ease； always。。。 〃I tried to call ahead； when I first landed yesterday； but I kept missing you。 If hallucinations are what you expect； that must be remarkable stuff。 Pour me one too； please。〃
〃I think you'd prefer the other。〃 He poured from the second decanter； looking shaken。 Curious； she tasted from his glass。
〃Faugh！ That's not wine。〃
〃Brandy。〃
〃At this hour？〃
〃If I start after breakfast；〃 he explained； 〃I can generally achieve total unconsciousness by lunch。〃
Pretty close to lunch now； she thought。 His speech had misled her at first； being perfectly clear； only slower and more hesitant than usual。 〃There must be less poisonous general anesthetics。〃 The straw…pale wine he had poured her was excellent； although dry for her taste。 〃You do this every day？〃
〃God； no。〃 He shuddered。 〃Two or three times a week at most。 One day drinking； the next day being ill…a hangover is quite as good as being drunk for taking your mind off other things…the next day running errands and such for my father。 He's slowed down a great deal in the last few years。〃
He was gradually pulling himself into better focus； as his initial awkward terror of being repellant to her ebbed。 He sat up and rubbed his hand over his face in the familiar gesture； as if to scrub away the numbness； and made a stab at light conversation。 〃That's a pretty dress。 A great improvement over those orange things。〃
〃Thanks；〃 she said； falling in immediately with his lead。 〃I'm sorry I can't say the same for your shirt…does that represent your own taste； by chance？〃
〃No； it was a gift。〃
〃I'm relieved。〃
〃Something of a joke。 Some of my officers got together and purchased it on the occasion of my first promotion to admiral； before Komarr。 I always think of them； when I wear it。〃
〃Well； that's nice。 In that case I guess I can get used to it。〃
〃Three of the four are dead； now。 Two died at Escobar。〃
〃I see。〃 So much for light chitchat。 She swirled her wine around in the bottom of her glass。 〃You look like hell； you know。 Pasty。〃
〃Yes； I stopped exercising。 Bothari's quite offended。〃
〃I'm glad Bothari didn't get in too much trouble over Vorrutyer。〃
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