"You know what"s bothered me most, on the journey up here?" said Cordelia.
"No..."
"I couldn"t say goodbye to Aral. If... anything happens to me--or to him, for that matter--it will leave something hanging, unraveled, between us. And no way to ever make it right."
"Mm." He folded a little more into himself, slumped in the chair.
She meditated a bit. "What have you tried besides "I"m sorry"? How about, "How do you feel? Are you all right? Can I help? I love you," there"s a cla.s.sic. Words of one syllable. Mostly questions, now I think on it. Shows an interest in starting a conversation, y"know?"
He smiled sadly. "I don"t think she wants to talk to me anymore."
"Suppose," she leaned her head back, and stared unseeing down the hallway. "Suppose things hadn"t taken such a wrong turn, that night. Suppose you hadn"t panicked. Suppose that idiot Evon Vorhalas hadn"t interrupted with his little horror show." There was a thought. Too painful, that might--not--have--been. "Drop back to square one. There you were, cuddling happily." Aral had used that word, cuddling. It hurt too much to think of Aral just now, too. "You part friends, you wake up the next morning, er, aching with unrequited love... what happens next, on Barrayar?"
"A go-between."
"Ah?"
"Her parents, or mine, would hire a go-between. And then they"d, well, arrange things."
"And you do what?"
He shrugged. "Show up on time for the wedding and pay the bill, I guess. Actually, the parents pay the bill."
No wonder the man was at a loss. "Did you want a wedding? Not just to get laid?"
"Yes! But... Milady, I"m just about half a man, on a good day. Her family"d take one look at me and laugh."
"Have you ever met her family? Have they met you?"
"No..."
"Kou, are you listening to yourself?"
He looked rather shamefaced. "Well..."
"A go-between. Huh." She stood up.
"Where are you going?" he asked nervously.
"Between," she said firmly. She marched down the hall to Lady Vorpatril"s door, and stuck her head in. Droushnakovi was sitting watching the sleeping woman. Two beers and the sandwiches sat untouched on a bedside table.
Cordelia slipped within, and closed the door gently. "You know," she murmured, "good soldiers never pa.s.s up a chance to eat or sleep. They never know how much they"ll be called on to do, before the next chance."
"I"m not hungry." Drou too had a folded-in look, as if caught in some trap within herself.
"Want to talk about it?"
She grimaced uncertainly, and moved away from the bed to a settee in the far corner of the room. Cordelia sat beside her. "Tonight," she said lowly, "was the first time I was ever in a real fight."
"You did well. You found your position, you reacted--"
"No." Droushnakovi made a bitter hand-chopping gesture. "I didn"t."
"Oh? It looked good to me."
"I ran around behind the building--stunned the two security men waiting at the back door. They never saw me. I got to my position, at the building"s corner. I watched those men, tormenting Lady Vorpatril in the street. Insulting and staring and pushing and poking at her... it made me so angry, I switched to my nerve disruptor. I wanted to kill them. Then the firing started. And... and I hesitated. And Lord Vorpatril died because of it. My fault--"
"Whoa, girl! That goon who shot Padma Vorpatril wasn"t the only one taking aim at him. Padma was so penta-soaked and confused, he wasn"t even trying to take cover. They must have double--dosed him, to force him to lead them back to Alys. He might as easily have died from another shot, or blundered into our own cross-fire."
"Sergeant Bothari didn"t hesitate," Droushnakovi said flatly.
"No," agreed Cordelia.
"Sergeant Bothari doesn"t waste energy feeling... sorry, for the enemy, either."
"No. Do you?"
"I feel sick."
"You kill two total strangers, and expect to feel jolly?"
"Bothari does."
"Yes. Bothari enjoyed it. But Bothari is not, even by Barrayaran standards, a sane man. Do you aspire to be a monster?"
"You call him that!"
"Oh, but he"s my monster. My good dog." She always had trouble explaining Bothari, sometimes even to herself. Cordelia wondered if Droushnakovi knew the Earth-historical origin of the term, scapegoat. The sacrificial animal that was released yearly into the wilderness, to carry the sins of its community away... Bothari was surely her beast of burden; she saw clearly what he did for her. She was less certain what she did for him, except that he seemed to find it desperately important. "I, for one, am glad you are heartsick. Two pathological killers in my service would be an excess. Treasure that nausea, Drou."
She shook her head. "I think maybe I"m in the wrong trade."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Think what a monstrous thing an army of Botharis would be. Any community"s arm of force--military, police, security--needs people in it who can do the necessary evil, and yet not be made evil by it. To do only the necessary, and no more. To constantly question the a.s.sumptions, to stop the slide into atrocity."
"The way that security colonel quashed that obscene corporal."
"Yes. Or the way that lieutenant questioned the colonel... I wish we might have saved him," Cordelia sighed.
Drou frowned deeply, into her lap.
"Kou thought you were angry with him," said Cordelia.
"Kou?" Droushnakovi looked up dimly. "Oh, yes, he was just in here. Did he want something?"
Cordelia smiled. "Just like Kou, to imagine all your unhappiness must center on him." Her smile faded. "I"m going to send him with Lady Vorpatril, to try and smuggle her and the baby out. We"ll go our separate ways as soon as she"s able to walk."
Drou"s face grew worried. "He"ll be in terrible danger. Vordarian"s people will be rabid over losing her and the young lord tonight."
Yes, there was still a Lord Vorpatril to disturb Vordarian"s genealogical calculations, wasn"t there? Insane system, that made an infant seem a mortal danger to a grown man. "There"s no safety for anybody, till this vile war is ended. Tell me. Do you still love Kou? I know you"re over your initial starry-eyed infatuation. You see his faults. Egocentric, and with a bug in his brain about his injuries, and terribly worried about his masculinity. But he"s not stupid. There"s hope for him. He has an interesting life ahead of him, in the Regents service." a.s.suming they all lived through the next forty- eight hours. A pa.s.sionate desire to live was a good thing to instill in her agents, Cordelia thought. "Do you want him?"
"I"m... bound to him, now. I don"t know how to explain... I gave him my virginity. Who else would have me? I"d be ashamed--"
"Forget that! After we bring off this raid, you"re going to be covered in so much glory, men will be lining up for the status of courting you. You"ll have your pick. In Aral"s household, you"ll have a chance to meet the best. What do you want? A general? An Imperial minister? A Vor lordling? An off-world amba.s.sador? Your only problem will be choosing, since Barrayaran custom stingily only allows you one husband at a time. A clumsy young lieutenant hasn"t got a prayer of competing with all those polished seniors."
Droushnakovi smiled, a bit skeptically, at Cordelia"s painted vision. "Who says Kou won"t be a general himself someday?" she said softly. She sighed, her brow creasing. "Yes. I still want him. But... I guess I"m afraid he"ll hurt me again."
Cordelia thought that one over. "Probably. Aral and I hurt each other all the time."
"Oh, not you two, Milady! You seem so, so perfect."
"Think, Drou. Can you imagine what mental state Aral is in right this minute, because of my actions? I can. I do."
"Oh."
"But pain... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?"
"I"m not sure I follow that, Milady. But... I have a picture, in my head, Of me and Kou, on a beach, all alone. It"s so warm. And when he looks at me, he sees me, really sees me, and loves me...."
Cordelia pursed her lips. "Yeah... that"ll do. Come with me."
The girl rose obediently. Cordelia led her back in to the hall, forcefully arranged Kou at one end of the sofa, sat Drou down on the other, and plopped down between them. "Drou, Kou has a few things to say to you. Since you apparently speak different languages, he"s asked me to be his interpreter."
Kou made an embarra.s.sed negative motion over Cordelia"s head.
"That hand signal means, I"d rather blow up the rest of my life than look like a fool for five minutes. Ignore it," Cordelia said. "Now, let me see. Who begins?"
There was a short silence. "Did I mention I"m also playing the parts of both your parents? I think I shall begin by being Kou"s Ma. Well, son, and have you met any nice girls yet? You"re almost twenty-six, you know. I saw that vid," she added in her own voice as Kou choked. "I have her style, eh? And her content. And Kou says, Yes, Ma, there"s this gorgeous girl. Young, tall, smart-- and Kou"s Ma says, Tee hee! And hires me, your friendly neighborhood go-between. And I go to your father, Drou, and say, there"s this young man. Imperial lieutenant, personal secretary to the Lord Regent, war hero, slated for the inside track at Imperial HQ--and he says, Say no more! We"ll take him. Tee-- hee. And--"
"I think he"ll have more to say than that!" interrupted Kou.
Cordelia turned to Droushnakovi. "What Kou just said was, he thinks your family won"t like him "cause he"s a crip."
"No!" said Drou indignantly. "That"s not so--"
Cordelia held up a restraining hand. "As your go-between, Kou, let me tell you. When one"s only lovely daughter points and says firmly, Da, I want that one, a prudent Da responds only, Yes, dear. I admit, the three large brothers may be harder to convince. Make her cry, and you could have a serious problem in the back alley. By which I presume you haven"t complained to them yet, Drou?"
She stifled an involuntary giggle. "No!"
Kou looked as if this was a new and daunting thought.
"See," said Cordelia, "you can still evade fraternal retribution, Kou, if you scramble." She turned to Drou. "I know he"s been a lout, but I promise you, he"s a trainable lout."
"I said I was sorry," said Kou, sounding stung.
Drou stiffened.
"Yes. Repeatedly," she said coldly.
"And there we come to the heart of the matter," Cordelia said slowly, seriously. "What Kou actually means, Drou, is that he isn"t a bit sorry. The moment was wonderful, you were wonderful, and he wants to do it again. And again and again, with n.o.body but you, forever, socially approved and uninterrupted. Is that right, Kou?"
Kou looked stunned. "Well--yes!"
Drou blinked. "But... that"s what I wanted you to say!"
"It was?" He peered over Cordelia"s head.
This go-between system may have some real merits. But also its limits. Cordelia rose from between them, and glanced at her chrono. The humor drained from her spirit. "You have a little time yet. You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
Pre-dawn in the alleys of the caravanserai was not so pitchy-black as night in the mountains. The foggy night sky reflected back a faint amber glow from the surrounding city. The faces of her friends were grey blurs, like the very earliest of ancient photographs; Cordelia tried not to think, Like the faces of the dead.
Lady Vorpatril, cleaned and fed and rested a few hours, was still none too steady, but she could walk on her own. The housewoman had contributed some surprisingly sober clothes for her, a calf-length grey skirt and sweaters against the cold. Koudelka had exchanged all his military gear for loose trousers, old shoes, and a jacket to replace the one that had suffered from its emergency obstetrical use. He carried baby Lord Ivan, now makeshift-diapered and warmly wrapped, completing the picture of a timid little family trying to make it out of town to the wife"s parents in the country before the fighting started. Cordelia had seen hundreds of refugees just like them, in pa.s.sing, on her way into Vorbarr Sultana.
Koudelka inspected his little group, ending with a frowning look at the swordstick in his hand. Even when seen as a mere cane, the satin wood, polished steel ferrule, and inlaid grip did not look very middle-cla.s.s. Koudelka sighed. "Drou, can you hide this somehow? It"s conspicuous as h.e.l.l with this outfit, and more of a hindrance than a help when I"m trying to carry this baby."
Droushnakovi nodded, and knelt and wrapped the stick in a shirt, and stuffed it into the satchel. Cordelia remembered what had happened the last time Kou had carried that stick down to the caravanserai, and stared nervously into the shadows. "How likely are we to be jumped by someone, at this hour? We don"t look rich, certainly."
"Some would kill you for your clothes," said Bothari glumly, "with winter coming on. But it"s safer than usual. Vordarian"s troops have been sweeping the quarter for "volunteers," to help dig those bomb shelters in the city parks."
"I never thought I"d approve of slave labor," Cordelia groaned.
"It"s nonsense anyway," Koudelka said. "Tearing up the parks. Even if completed they wouldn"t shelter enough people. But it looks impressive, and it sets up Lord Vorkosigan as a threat, in people"s minds."
"Besides," Bothari lifted his jacket to reveal the silvered gleam of his nerve disruptor, "this time I"ve got the right weapon."
This was it, then. Cordelia embraced Alys Vorpatril, who hugged her back, murmuring, "G.o.d help you, Cordelia. And G.o.d rot Vidal Vordarian in h.e.l.l."
"Go safely. See you back at Tanery Base, eh?" Cordelia glanced at Koudelka. "Live, and so confound our enemies."
"We"ll tr--we will, Milady," said Koudelka. Gravely, he saluted Droushnakovi. There was no irony in the military courtesy, though perhaps a last tinge of envy. She returned him a slow nod of understanding. Neither chose to confuse the moment with further words. The two groups parted in the clammy darkness. Drou watched over her shoulder till Koudelka and Lady Vorpatril turned out of sight, then picked up the pace.
They pa.s.sed from black alleys to lit streets, from deserted darkness to occasional other human forms, hurrying about early winter morning business. Everybody seemed to cross streets to avoid everybody else, and Cordelia felt a little less noticeable. She stiffened inwardly when a munic.i.p.al guard groundcar drove slowly past them, but it did not stop.
They paused, across the street, to be certain their target building had been unlocked for the morning. The structure was multi-storied, in the utilitarian style of the building boom that had come on the heels of Ezar Vorbarra"s ascent to power and stability thirty-plus years ago. It was commercial, not governmental; they crossed the lobby, entered the lift tubes, and descended unimpeded.
Drou began seriously looking over her shoulder when they reached the sub- bas.e.m.e.nt. "Now we look out of place." Bothari kept watch as she bent and forced a lock to a utility tunnel. She led them down it, taking two cross-turns. The pa.s.sage was clearly used frequently, as the lights remained on. Cordelia"s ears strained for footsteps not their own.
An access cover was bolted to the floor. Droushnakovi loosened it quickly. "Hang and drop. It"s not much more than two meters. It"ll likely be wet."
Cordelia slid into the dark circle, landing with a splash. She lit her hand-light. The water, slick and black and shimmering, came to her booted ankles in the synthacrete tube. It was icy cold. Bothari followed. Drou knelt on his shoulders, to coax the cover back into place, then splashed down beside her. "There"s about half a kilometer of this storm sewer. Come on," she whispered. This close to their goal, Cordelia needed no urging to hurry.
At the half-kilometer, they climbed into a darkened orifice high on the curving wall that led to a much older and smaller tunnel, made of time-blackened brick. Knees and backs bent, they shuffled along. It must be particularly painful for Bothari, Cordelia reflected. Drou slowed, and began tapping on the tunnel"s roof with the steel ferrule of Koudelka"s stick. When the ticks became hollow tocks, she stopped. "Here. It"s meant to swing downward. Watch it." She released the sheath, and slid the blade carefully between a line of slimy bricks. A click, and the false-brick-lined panel flopped down, nearly cracking her head. She returned the sword to its casing. "Up." She pulled herself through.