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you didn't kill prisoners。〃
〃It was。〃
〃Did they demote you for it？〃 she asked； surprised。 She had thought that sort of conduct to be Barrayaran standard。
〃Not for that。 For the sequel。〃 He seemed reluctant to say more； but he surprised her again by going on。 〃The sequel was more effectively suppressed。 I had given my word…my word； as Vorkosigan…they were to be spared。 My Political Officer countermanded my order； and had them killed behind my back。 I executed him for it。〃
〃Good God。〃
〃I broke his neck with my own hands； on the bridge of my ship。 It was a personal matter； you see； touching my honor。 I couldn't order a firing squad…they were all afraid of the Ministry of Political Education。〃
That was the official euphemism for the secret police； Cordelia recalled； of which Political Officers were the military branch。 〃And you aren't？〃
〃They're afraid of me。〃 He smiled sourly。 〃Like those scavengers last night； they'll run from a bold attack。 But one must not turn one's back。〃
〃I'm surprised they didn't have you hanged。〃
〃There was a great uproar； behind closed doors；〃 he admitted reminiscently； fingering his collar tabs。 〃But a Vorkosigan can't be made to disappear in the night； not yet。 I did make some powerful enemies。〃
〃I'll bet。〃 This bald story； told without adornment or apology； had the ring of truth to her inner ear； although she had no logical reason to trust him。 〃Did you； uh； happen to turn your back on one of those enemies yesterday？〃
He glanced at her sharply。 〃Possibly；〃 he said slowly。 〃There are some problems with that theory； however。〃
〃Like what？〃
〃I'm still alive。 I wouldn't have thought they'd risk starting the job without finishing it。 To be sure； they'd be tempted by the opportunity to blame my death on you Betans。〃
〃Whew。 And I thought I had mand troubles just keeping a bunch of Betan intellectual prima donnas working together for months on end。 God keep me from politics。〃
Vorkosigan smiled slightly。 〃From what I've heard of Betans； that's no easy task either。 I don't think I should care to trade mands。 It would irritate me to have every order argued over。〃
〃They don't argue every order。〃 She grinned； as his crack ferreted up some particular memories。 〃You learn how to coax them along。〃
〃Where do you suppose your ship is now？〃
Wariness dropped across her amusement like a portcullis。 〃I suppose that depends on where your ship is。〃
Vorkosigan shrugged and stood； hitching his pack more securely to his shoulders。 〃Then perhaps we should waste no more time finding out。〃 He gave her a hand to pull her up； the soldier…mask repossessing his features。
It took all the long day to descend the great mountain to the red…soiled plains。 A closer view found them cut and channeled by watercourses running turbid from the recent rains； and confused by outcrops of rocky badlands。 They caught glimpses of groups of hexapedal grazers。 Cordelia deduced from their wary herd behavior that associated predators must lurk nearby。
Vorkosigan would have pushed on； but Dubauer was seized by a serious and prolonged convulsion followed by lethargy and sleepiness。 Cordelia insisted adamantly on a halt for the night。 They made camp； if one could so describe stopping and sitting down； in an open gap in the trees perhaps three hundred meters above the levels。 They shared their simple supper of oatmeal and blue cheese dressing in a beaten…down silence。 Vorkosigan cracked another cold light as the last colors of a gaudy sunset drained from the sky； and seated himself on a large flat boulder。 Cordelia lay down and watched the Barrayaran watching until sleep relieved her of her aching legs and head。
He woke her past the middle of the night。 Her muscles seemed to screech and creak as she rose stiffly to take her watch。 This time Vorkosigan gave her the stunner。
〃I haven't seen anything close；〃 he mented； 〃but something out there makes a hellish racket from time to time。〃 It seemed an adequate explanation for the gesture of trust。
She checked Dubauer； then took her place on the boulder； leaning back and staring up at the dark bulk of the mountain。 Up there Rosemont lay in his deep grave； safe from the beaks and bellies of the carrion eaters； but still doomed to slow deposition。 She bent her night…wandering thoughts instead to Vorkosigan； lying nearly invisible in his camouflage fatigues in the border of the blue…green light。
A puzzle within a puzzle； he was。 Clearly； he must be one of the Barrayaran warrior aristocrats of the old school； at odds with the rising new men of the bureaucracy。 The militarists of both parties maintained a bastard； uneasy alliance that controlled both government policy and the armed forces； but at heart they were natural enemies。 The Emperor subtly stabilized the delicate balance of power between them； but there was not much doubt that on the clever old man's death Barrayar was destined for a period of political cannibalism； if not outright civil war； unless his successor showed more strength than was currently expected。 She wished she knew more about the matrix of blood relationships and power on Barrayar。 She could give the Emperors family name； Vorbarra； it being associated with the name of the planet； but beyond that she was quite vague。
She absently fingered the little stunner； and tantalized herself： who now was the captive； and who the captor？ But it would be nearly impossible to care for Dubauer in this wilderness by herself。 She had to have supplies for him； and since Vorkosigan had been careful not to say exactly where his cache lay； she needed the Barrayaran to take her there。 Besides； she had given her parole。 It was a curious insight into Vorkosigan that he should so automatically accept her bare word as binding； he evidently thought along the same lines himself。
The east began to grow grey at last； then peach； green； and gold in a pastel repeat of last night's spectacular sunset。 Vorkosigan stirred and sat up； and helped her take Dubauer down to the stream to wash。 They had another breakfast of oatmeal and blue cheese dressing。 Vorkosigan tried mixing his together this time； for variety。 Cordelia tried alternating bites； to see if that would help。 Neither mented aloud on the menu。
Vorkosigan led northwest across the sandy； brick…colored plain。 In the dry season it would have been near…desert。 Now it was brightly decorated with fresh green and yellow growth； and dozens of varieties of low…growing wildflowers。 Dubauer did not seem to notice them； Cordelia saw sadly。
After about three hours at a brisk pace they came to their first check of the day； a steep rocky valley with a coffee…and…cream…colored river rushing through it。 They walked along the edge of the escarpment looking for a ford。
〃That rock down there moved；〃 Cordelia observed suddenly。
Vorkosigan pulled his field scope from his belt and took a closer look。 〃You're right。〃
Half a dozen coffee…and…cream…colored lumps that looked like rocks on a sandbar proved to be low…slung； thick…limbed hexapeds； basking in the morning sun。
〃They seem to be some sort of amphibian。 I wonder if they're carnivores？〃 said Vorkosigan。
〃I wish you hadn't interrupted my survey so