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u。 I'm promised to take her to the ocean today。〃
〃Just so。。。 This isn't a social call； as it happens。 I'm playing messenger boy for my master。 And my time is unfortunately tight。〃
Vorkosigan gave a nod。 〃I'll leave you gentlemen to it； then。〃
〃Ha。 Don't try to weasel off on me； boy。 The message is for you。〃
Vorkosigan looked wary。 〃I didn't think the Emperor and I had anything further to say to each other。 I thought I made that clear when I resigned。〃
〃Yes； well； he was perfectly content to have you out of the capital while that dirty work on the Ministry of Political Education was in progress。 But I am charged to inform you；〃 he gave a little bow； 〃that you are requested and required to attend him。 This afternoon。 Your wife； too；〃 he added as an afterthought。
〃Why？〃 asked Vorkosigan bluntly。 〃Frankly； Ezar Vorbarra was not in my plans for the day…or any other day。〃
Vortala grew serious。 〃He's run out of time to wait for you to get bored in the country。 He's dying； Aral。〃
Vorkosigan blew out his breath。 〃He's been dying for the last eleven months。 Can't he die a little longer？〃
Vortala chuckled。 〃Five months；〃 he corrected absently； then frowned speculation at Vorkosigan。 〃Hm。 Well； it has been very convenient for him。 He's flushed more rats out of the wainscotting in the last five months than the past twenty years。 You could practically mark the shakedowns in the Ministries by his medical bulletins。 One week： condition very grave。 Next week： another deputy minister caught out on charges of peculation； or whatever。〃 He became serious again。 〃But it's the real thing； this time。 You must see him today。 Tomorrow could be too late。 Two weeks from now will definitely be too late。〃
Vorkosigan's lips tightened。 〃What does he want me for？ Did he say？〃
〃Ah。。。 I believe he has a post in mind for you in the uping Regency government。 The one you didn't want to hear about at your last meeting。〃
Vorkosigan shook his head。 〃I don't think there's a post in the government that would tempt me to step back into that arena。 Well； maybe…no。 Not even the Ministry of War。 It's too damn dangerous。 I have a nice quiet life here。〃 His arm circled Cordelia's waist protectively。 〃We're going to have a family。 I'll not risk them in those gladiator politics。〃
〃Yes； I can just picture you； whiling away your twilight years…at age forty…four。 Ha！ Picking grapes； sailing your boat…your father told me about your sailboat。 I hear they're going to rename the village Vorkosigan Sourleau in your honor； by the way…〃
Vorkosigan snorted； and they exchanged an ironic bow。
〃Anyway； you will have to tell him so yourself。〃
〃I'd be…curious； to see the man；〃 murmured Cordelia。 〃If it's really the last chance。〃
Vortala smiled at her； and Vorkosigan yielded； reluctantly。 They returned to his bedroom to dress； Cordelia in her most formal afternoon wear； Vorkosigan in the dress greens he had not worn since their wedding。
〃Why so jumpy？〃 asked Cordelia。 〃Maybe he just wants to bid you farewell or something。〃
〃We're talking about a man who can make even his own death serve his political purposes； remember？ And if there's some way to govern Barrayar from beyond the grave； you can bet he's figured it out。 I've never e out ahead on any dealing I've ever had with him。〃
On that ambiguous note they joined the Prime Minister for the flight back to Vorbarr Sultana。
The Imperial Residence was an old building； almost a museum piece； thought Cordelia； as they climbed the worn granite steps to its east portico。 The long facade was heavy with stone carving； each figure an individual work of art； the aesthetic opposite of the modern； faceless Ministry buildings rising a kilometer or two to the east。
They were ushered into a room half hospital； half antique display。 Tall windows looked out on the formal gardens and lawns to the north of the Residence。 The room's principal inhabitant lay in a huge carved bed inherited from some splendor…minded ancestor； his body pierced in a dozen places by the utilitarian plastic tubes that kept him alive this day。
Ezar Vorbarra was the whitest man Cordelia had ever seen； as white as his sheets； as white as his hair。 His skin was white and wrinkled over his sunken cheeks。 His eyelids were white； heavy and hooded over hazel eyes whose like she had seen once before； dimly in a mirror。 His hands were white； with blue veins standing up on their backs。 His teeth； when he spoke； were ivory yellow against their bloodless backdrop。
Vortala and Vorkosigan； and after an uncertain beat Cordelia； went down on one knee beside the bed。 The Emperor waved his attendant physician out of the room with a little effortful jerk of one finger。 The man bowed and left。 They stood； Vortala rather stiffly。
〃So； Aral；〃 said the Emperor。 〃Tell me how I look。〃
〃Very ill； sir。〃
Vorbarra chuckled； and coughed。 〃You refresh me。 First honest opinion I've heard from anyone in weeks。 Even Vortala beats around the bush。〃 His voice cracked； and he cleared his throat of phlegm。 〃Pissed away the last of my melanin last week。 That damned doctor won't let me out into my garden anymore during daylight。〃 He snorted； for disapproval or breath。 〃So this is your Betan； eh？ e here； girl。〃
Cordelia approached the bed； and the white old man stared into her face； hazel eyes intent。 〃mander Illyan has told me of you。 Captain Negri； too。 I've seen all your Survey records； you know。 And that astonishing flight of fancy of your psychiatrist's。 Negri wanted to hire her； just to generate ideas for his section。 Vorkosigan； being Vorkosigan； has told me much less。〃 He paused； as if for breath。 〃Tell me quite truly； now…what do you see in him； a broken…down； ah； what was that phrase？ Hired killer？〃
〃Aral has told you something； it seems；〃 she said； startled to hear her own words in his mouth。 She stared back at him with equal curiosity。 The question seemed to demand an honest answer； and she struggled to frame it。
〃I suppose…I see myself。 Or someone like myself。 We're both looking for the same thing。 We call it by different names； and look in different places。 I believe he calls it honor。 I guess I'd call it the grace of God。 We both e up empty； mostly。〃
〃Ah； yes。 I recall from your file that you are some sort of theist；〃 said the Emperor。 〃I am an atheist； myself。 A simple faith； but a great fort to me； in these last days。〃
〃Yes； I have often felt the pull of it myself。〃
〃Hm。〃 He smiled at that。 〃A very interesting answer； in light of what Vorkosigan said about you。〃
〃What was that； sir？〃 asked Cordelia； her curiosity piqued。
〃You must get him to tell you。 It was in confidence。 Very poetic； too。 I was surprised。〃 He waved her away； as if satisfied； and motioned Vorkosigan closer。 Vorkosigan stood in a kind of aggressive parade rest。 His mouth was sardonic but his eyes； Cordelia saw； were moved。
〃How long have you served me； Aral？〃 asked the Emperor。
〃Since my mission； twenty…six years。 Or do you mean body and blood？〃
〃Body and blood。 I always counted it from the day old Yuri's death squad slew your mother and uncle。 The night your father and Prince Xav came to me at Green Army Headquarters with their peculiar