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to the gravesite； she spliced the light to the pole with a few tough grass stems and fixed it upright in the dirt； flinging the circle of light wider。 She remembered her plan to collect bracken for Dubauer； and turned to make for the forest； then stopped。
〃Did you hear that？〃 she asked Vorkosigan。
〃What？〃 Even he was beginning to breathe heavily。 He paused； up to his knees in the hole； and listened with her。
〃A sort of scuttling noise； ing from the forest。〃
He waited a minute； then shook his head and continued his work。
〃How many cold lights are there？〃
〃Six。〃
So few。 She hated to waste them by running two at once。 She was about to ask him if he would mind digging in the dark for a while； when she heard the noise again； more distinctly。
〃There is something out there。〃
〃You know that；〃 said Vorkosigan。 〃The question is…〃
The three creatures made a concerted rush into the ring of light。 Cordelia caught a glimpse of fast low bodies； entirely too many hairy black legs； four beady black eyes set in neckless faces； and razor…sharp yellow beaks that clacked and hissed。 They were the size of pigs。
Vorkosigan reacted instantly； smashing the nearest accurately across its face with the blade of the shovel。 A second one flung itself across Rosemont's body； biting deep into the flesh and cloth of one arm； and attempting to drag it away from the light。 Cordelia grabbed her pole and ran full tilt upon it； getting in a hard blow between its eyes。 Its beak snapped the end off the aluminum rod。 It hissed and retreated before her。
By this time Vorkosigan had his bat knife out。 He vigorously attacked the third； shouting； stabbing； and kicking with his heavy boots。 Blood spattered as claws plowed his leg； but he got in a blow with his knife that sent the creature shrieking and hissing back to the shelter of the forest along with its pack mates。 With a moment to breathe； he dug out her stun gun from the bottom of the too…large disruptor holster where； judging from his muttered swearing； it had slipped down and stuck； and peered into the night。
〃Fuzzy crabs； huh？〃 Cordelia panted。 〃Stuben； I'm going to scrag you。〃 Her voice squeaked upward and she clamped her teeth。
Vorkosigan wiped the dark blood from his blade in the grass and returned it to its sheath。 〃I think your grave had better be a full two meters；〃 he said seriously。 〃Maybe a little more。〃
Cordelia sighed in agreement； and returned the shortened pole to its original position。 〃How's your leg？〃
〃I can take care of it。 You'd better see to your ensign。〃
Dubauer； drowsing； had been aroused by the uproar and was attempting to crawl away again。 Cordelia tried to soothe him； then found herself having to deal with another seizure； after which； to her relief； he went to sleep。
Vorkosigan； in the meanwhile； had patched his scratch using the small emergency medical kit on his belt； and returned to digging； slowing down only a little。 Getting down to shoulder depth； he pressed her into hauling dirt up out of the grave using the emptied…out botanical specimen box as a makeshift bucket。 It was near midnight before he called from the dark pit； 〃That should be the last；〃 and clambered out。 〃Could have done that in five seconds with a plasma arc；〃 he panted； recovering his wind。 He was dirty and sweating in the cold night air。 Tendrils of fog writhed up from the ravine and the spring。
Together they dragged Rosemont's body to the lip of the grave。 Vorkosigan hesitated。
〃Do you want his clothes for your ensign？〃
It was an unavoidably practical suggestion。 Cordelia loathed the indignity of lowering Rosemont naked into the earth； but wished at the same time she had thought of it earlier； when Dubauer was so cold。 She horsed the uniform off over the stiffened limbs with the macabre sensation of undressing a giant doll； and they tipped him into the grave。 He landed on his back with a muffled thump。
〃Just a minute。〃 She dug out Rosemont's handkerchief from his uniform pocket and jumped down into the grave； slipping on the body。 She spread the handkerchief over his face。 It was a small； reality…defying gesture； but she felt better for it。 Vorkosigan grasped her hand and pulled her up。
〃All right。〃 They shoveled and pushed the dirt back into the hole far more quickly than it had been excavated； and packed it down as best they could by walking on it。
〃Is there some ceremony you wish to perform？〃 Vorkosigan asked。
Cordelia shook her head； not feeling up to reciting the vague； official funeral service。 But she knelt by the grave for a few minutes making a more serious； less certain inward prayer for her dead。 It seemed to fly upward and vanish in the void； echoless as a feather。
Vorkosigan waited patiently until she arose。 〃It's rather late；〃 he said； 〃and we have just seen three good reasons not to go stumbling around in the dark。 We may as well rest here until dawn。 I'll take the first watch。 Do you still want to bash my head in with a rock？〃
〃Not at the moment；〃 she said sincerely。
〃Very well。 I'll wake you later。〃
Vorkosigan began his watch with a patrol of the perimeter of the glade； taking the cold light with him。 It wavered through the black distance like a captive firefly。 Cordelia lay down on her back beside Dubauer。 The stars glimmered faintly through the gathering mist。 Could one be her ship yet； or Vorkosigan's？ Not likely； at the range they undoubtedly were by now。
She felt hollow。 Energy； will； desire； slipped through her fingers like shining liquid； sucked away through some infinite sand。 She glanced at Dubauer beside her； and jerked her mind from the easy vortex of despair。 I'm still a mander； she told herself sharply； I have a mand。 You serve me still； ensign； although you cannot now serve even yourself。。。
The thought seemed a thread to some great insight； but it melted in her grasp； and she slept。
CHAPTER TWO
They divided the meager spoils from the camp in makeshift backpacks and started down the mountain in the grey mist of morning。 Cordelia led Dubauer by the hand and helped him when he stumbled。 She was not sure how clearly he recognized her； but he clung to her and avoided Vorkosigan。
The forest grew thicker and the trees taller as they went down。 Vorkosigan hacked through the undergrowth with his knife for a while； then they took to the stream bed。 Splashes of sunlight began to filter through the canopy； picking out fiery green velvet humps of moss； sparkling rills of water； and stones on the stream bed like a layer of bronze coins。
Radial symmetry was popular among the tiny creatures occupying the ecological niches held by insects on Earth。 Some aerial varieties like gas…filled jellyfishes floated in iridescent clouds above the stream like flocks of delicate soap bubbles； delighting Cordelia's eye。 They seemed to have a mellowing effect on Vorkosigan； too； for he called for a break from what seemed to her a killing pace。
They drank from the stream and sat a while watching the little radials dart and puff in the spray from a waterfall。 Vorkosigan closed his eyes and leaned against a tree。 He was running on the ragged edge of exhaustion too； Cordelia realized。 Temporarily unwatched； she studied him curiously。 He had behaved throughout with curt but dignified military professionalism。 Still she was bothered by a subliminal alarm； a persistent sense of something of importance forgotten。 It popped out of her memory suddenly； like a ball held underwater breaking the surface on release and arcing into the air。
〃I know who you are。 Vorkosigan； the Butcher of Komarr。〃 She immediately wished she had not spoken； for he opened his eyes and stared at her； a peculiar play of expressions passing across his face。
〃What do you know about Komarr？〃 His tone added； An ignorant Betan。
〃Just what everyone knows。 It was a worthless ball of rock your people annexed by military force for mand of its wormhole clusters。 The ruling senate surrendered on terms； and were murdered immediately after。 You manded the expedition； or。。。〃 Surely the Vorkosigan of Komarr had been an admiral。 〃Was it you？ I thought you said 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 re
