"But if you"re contemplating an illegal kidnapping, it could damage our diplomatic relations with Earth. Is it worth it?"
"Permanent justice is well worth a temporary offended protest, I can a.s.sure you, Lieutenant."
Galen was dead meat to Destang. Well, and so. "On what grounds would you kidnap my-clone, then, sir? He"s never committed a crime on Barrayar. He"s never even been to Barrayar."
Shut up, Miles! Ivan, with a look of increasing alarm on his face, mouthed silently from behind Destang. You don"t argue with a commodore! Miles ignored him.
"The fate of my clone concerns me closely, sir."
"I can imagine. I hope we can eliminate the danger of further confusion between you soon."
Miles hoped that didn"t mean what he thought it did. If he had to derail Destang... "There"s no danger of confusion, sir. A simple medical scan can tell the difference between us. His bones are normal, mine are not. By what charge or claim do we have any further interest in him?"
"Treason, of course. Conspiracy against the Imperium."
The second part being demonstrably true, Miles concentrated on the first part. "Treason? He was born on Jackson"s Whole. He"s not an Imperial subject by conquest or place of birth. To charge him with treason," Miles took a breath, "you must allow him to be an Imperial subject by blood. And if he"s that, he"s that all the way, a lord of the Vor with all the rights of his rank including trial by his peers-the Council of Counts in full session."
Destang"s brows rose. "Would he think to attempt such an outreacute defense?"
If he didn"t, I"d point it out to him. "Why not?"
"Thank you, Lieutenant. That"s a complication I had not considered." Destang looked thoughtful indeed, and increasingly steely.
Miles"s plan to convince Destang that letting the clone go was his own idea seemed to be slipping dangerously retrograde. He had to know-"Do you see a.s.sa.s.sination as an option, sir?"
"A compelling one." Destang"s spine straightened decisively.
"There could be a legal problem, here, sir. Either he"s not an Imperial subject, and we have no claim on him in the first place, or he is, and the full protection of Imperial law should apply to him. In either case, his murder would-" Miles moistened his lips; Galeni, who alone knew where he was heading, shut his eyes like a man watching an accident about to happen, "be a criminal order. Sir."
Destang looked rather impatient. "I had not planned to give you the order, Lieutenant."
He thinks I want to keep my hands clean.... If Miles pushed the confrontation with Destang to its logical conclusion, with two Imperial officers witnessing, there was a chance the commodore would back down; there was at least an equal chance Miles would find himself in very deep-deepness. If the confrontation went all the way to a messy court-martial, neither of them would emerge undamaged. Even if Miles won, Barrayar would not be well served, and Destang"s forty years of Imperial service did not deserve such an ign.o.ble end. And if he got himself confined to quarters now, all alternate courses of action (and what was he contemplating, for G.o.d"s sake?) would be closed to him. He did not want to be locked up in another room. Meanwhile, Destang"s team would carry out any order he gave them without hesitation....
He bared his teeth in a smile, of sorts, and said only, "Thank you, sir." Ivan looked relieved.
Destang paused. "Legality is an unusual concern for a covert operations specialist, at this late date, isn"t it?"
"We all have our illogical moments."
Quinn"s attention was now riveted upon him; a slight twitch of her eyebrow asked, What the h.e.l.l... ?
"Try not to have too many of them, Lieutenant Vorkosigan," said Destang dryly. "My aide has the nontraceable credit chit for your eighteen million marks. See him on your way out. Take all these women with you." He waved at the two uniformed Dendarii.
Ivan, reminded, smiled at them. They"re my officers, dammit, not my harem, Miles"s thought snarled silently. But no Barrayaran officer of Destang"s age would see it that way. Some att.i.tudes couldn"t be changed; they just had to be outlived.
Destang"s words were a clear dismissal. Miles ignored them at his peril. Yet Destang had not mentioned- "Yes, Lieutenant, run along." Captain Galeni"s voice was utmost-bland. "I never finished writing my report. I"ll give you one Mark, against the commodore"s eighteen million, if you take the Dendarii off with you now."
Miles"s eyes widened just slightly, hearing the capital M. Galeni hasn"t told Destang yet that the Dendarii are on the case. Therefore, he can"t order them off, can he? A head start-if he could find Galen and Mark before Destang"s team did-"That"s a bargain, Captain," Miles heard his own voice saying. "It"s amazing, how much one Mark can weigh."
Galeni nodded once, and turned back to Destang.
Miles fled.
Chapter Thirteen.
Ivan trailed along, as Miles returned to their quarters to change clothes for the last time back into the Dendarii admiral"s uniform in which he"d arrived, a lifetime and a half ago.
"I don"t think I really want to watch, downstairs," Ivan explained. "Destang"s well launched into a b.l.o.o.d.y reaming. Bet he"ll keep Galeni on his feet all night, trying to break him if he can."
"d.a.m.n it!" Miles bundled his green Barrayaran jacket into a wad and flung it against the far wall, but it didn"t carry enough momentum to begin to vent his frustration. He flopped down on a bed, pulled off a boot, hefted it, then shook his head and dropped it in disgust. "It burns me. Galeni deserves a medal, not a load of grief. Well-if Ser Galen couldn"t break him, I don"t suppose Destang will either. But it"s not right, not right..." He brooded. "And I helped set him up for it, too. d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n..."
Elli handed him his grey uniform without comment. Ivan was not so wise.
"Yeah, nice going, Miles. I"ll think of you, safely up in orbit, while Destang"s headquarters crew are cleaning house down here. Suspicious as h.e.l.l-they wouldn"t trust their own grandmothers. We"re all in for it. Scrubbed, rinsed, and hung out to dry in the cold, cold wind." He wandered over to his own bed and regarded it with longing. "No use turning in; they"ll be after me before morning for something." He sat down on it glumly.
Miles looked up at Ivan in sudden speculation. "Huh. Yeah, you are going to be rather in the middle of things for the next few days, aren"t you?"
Ivan, alert to the change in his tone, eyed him suspiciously. "Too right. So what?"
Miles shook out his trousers. His half of the secured comm link fell onto the bed. He pulled on his Dendarii greys. "Suppose I remember to turn in my comm link before I leave. And suppose Elli forgets to turn in hers." Miles held up a restraining finger, and Elli stopped fishing in her jacket. "And suppose you stick it in your pocket, meaning to turn it back in to Sergeant Barth as soon as you get the other half." He tossed the comm link to Ivan, who caught it automatically, but then held it away from himself between thumb and forefingers as if it were something he"d found writhing under a rock.
"And suppose I remember what happened to me the last time I helped you sub-rosa?" said Ivan truculently. "That little sleight of hand I pulled to get you back in the emba.s.sy the night you tried to burn down London is on my record, now. Destang"s bird-dogs will have spasms as soon as they turn that up, in light of the present circ.u.mstances. Suppose I stick it up your-" his eyes fell on Elli, "ear, instead?"
Miles thrust his head and arms up through his black T-shirt and pulled it down, grinning slightly. He began stuffing his feet into his Dendarii-issue combat boots. "It"s only a precaution. May never use it. Just in case I need a private line into the emba.s.sy in an emergency."
"I cannot imagine," said Ivan primly, "any emergency that a loyal junior officer can"t confide to his very own sector security commander." His voice grew stern. "Neither would Destang. Just what are you hatching in the back of your twisty little mind, Coz?"
Miles sealed his boots and paused seriously. "I"m not sure. But I may yet see a chance to save... something, from this mess."
Elli, listening intently, remarked, "I thought we had saved something. We uncovered a traitor, plugged a security leak, foiled a kidnapping, and broke up a major plot against the Barrayaran Imperium. And we got paid. What more do you want for one week?"
"Well, it would have been nice if any of that had been on purpose, instead of by accident," Miles mused.
Ivan and Elli looked at each other across the top of Miles"s head, their faces beginning to mirror a similar unease. "What more do you want to save, Miles?" Ivan echoed.
Miles"s frown, directed to his boots, deepened. "Something. A future. A second chance. A... possibility."
"It"s the clone, isn"t it?" said Ivan, His mouth hardening, "You"ve gone and let yourself get obsessed with that G.o.dd.a.m.n clone."
"Flesh of my flesh, Ivan." Miles turned his hands over, staring at them. "On some planets, he would be called my brother. On others he might even be called my son, depending on the laws regarding cloning."
"One cell! On Barrayar," said Ivan, "they call it your enemy when it"s shooting at you. You having a little short-term memory trouble? Those people just tried to kill you! This-yesterday morning!"
Miles smiled briefly up at Ivan without replying.
"You know," Elli said cautiously, "if you decided you really wanted a clone, you could have one made. Without the, ah, problems of the present one. You have trillions of cells..."
"I don"t want a clone," said Miles, I want a brother. "But I seem to have been... issued this one."
"I thought Ser Galen bought and paid for him," complained Elli. "The only thing that Komarran meant to issue you was death. By Jackson"s Whole law, the planet of his origin, the clone clearly belongs to Galen."
Jockey of Norfolk, be not bold, the old quote whispered through Miles"s memory, for d.i.c.kon thy master is bought and sold.... "Even on Barrayar," he said mildly, "no human being can own another. Galen descended far, in pursuit of his... principle of liberty."
"In any case," said Ivan, "you"re out of the picture now. High command has taken over. I heard your marching orders."
"Did you also hear Destang say he meant to kill my-the clone, if he can?"
"Yeah, so?" Ivan was looking mulish indeed, an almost panicked stubbornness. "I didn"t like him anyway. Surly little sneak."
"Destang has mastered the art of the final report too," said Miles. "Even if I went AWOL right now, it would be physically impossible for me to get back to Barrayar, beg the clone"s life from my father, have him lean on Simon Illyan for a countermand, and get the order back here to Earth before the deed was done."
Ivan looked shocked. "Miles-I always figured to be embarra.s.sed to ask Uncle Aral for a career favor, but I thought you"d let yourself be peeled and boiled before you"d cry to your Dad for anything! And you want to start by hopscotching a commodore? No C.O. in the service would want you after that!"
"I would rather die," agreed Miles tonelessly, "but I can"t ask another to die for me. But it"s irrelevant. It couldn"t succeed."
"Thank G.o.d." Ivan stared at him, thoroughly unsettled.
If I cannot convince two of my best friends I"m right, thought Miles, maybe I"m wrong.
Or maybe I have to do this one alone.
"I just want to keep a line open, Ivan," he said. "I"m not asking you to do anything-"
"Yet," came Ivan"s glum interpolation.
"I"d give the comm link to Captain Galeni, but he will certainly be closely watched. They"d just take it away from him, and it would look... ambiguous."
"So on me it looks good?" asked Ivan plaintively.
"Do it." Miles finished fastening his jacket, stood, and held out his hand to Ivan for the return of the comm link. "Or don"t."
"Argh." Ivan broke off his gaze, and shoved the comm link disconsolately into his trouser pocket. "I"ll think about it."
Miles tilted his head in thanks.
They caught a Dendarii shuttle just about to lift from the London shuttleport, returning personnel from leave. Actually, Elli called ahead and had it held for them; Miles rather relished the sensation of not having to rush for it, and might have outright sauntered if the pressures of Admiral Naismith"s duties, now boiling up in his head, hadn"t automatically quickened his steps.
Their delay was another"s gain. A last duffle-swinging Dendarii sprinted across the tarmac as the engines revved, and just made it up the retracting ramp. The alert guard at the door put up his weapon as he recognized the sprinter, and gave him a hand in as the shuttle began to roll.
Miles, Elli Quinn, and Elena Bothari-Jesek held seats in the rear. The running soldier, pausing to catch his breath, spotted Miles, grinned, and saluted. Miles returned both. "Ah, Sergeant Siembieda." Ryann Siembieda was a conscientious tech sergeant from Engineering, in charge of maintenance and repair of battle armor and other light equipment. "You"re thawed out."
"Yes, sir."
"They told me your prognosis was good."
"They threw me out of the hospital two weeks ago. I"ve been on leave. You too, sir?" Siembieda nodded toward the silver shopping bag at Miles"s feet containing the live fur.
Miles shoved it un.o.btrusively under his seat with his boot heel. "Yes and no. Actually, while you were playing, I was working. As a result, we will all be working again soon. It"s good you got your leave while you could."
"Earth was great," sighed Siembieda. "It was quite a surprise to wake up here. Did you see the Unicorn Park? It"s right here on this island. I was there yesterday."
"I didn"t see much, I"m afraid," said Miles regretfully.
Siembieda dug a holocube out of his pocket and handed it over.
The Unicorn and Wild Animal Park (a division of GalacTech Bioengineering) occupied the grounds of the great and historical estate of Wooton, Surrey, the guide cube informed him. In the vid display, a shining white beast that looked like a cross between a horse and a deer, and probably was, bounded across the greensward into the topiary.
"They let you feed the tame lions," Siembieda informed him.
Miles blinked at an unbidden mental image of Ivan in a toga being tossed out the back of a float truck to a herd of hungry, tawny cats galloping excitedly along behind. He"d been reading too much Earth history. "What do they eat?"
"Protein cubes, same as us."
"Ah," said Miles, trying not to sound disappointed. He handed the cube back.
The sergeant hovered on, however. "Sir..." he began hesitantly.
"Yes?" Miles let his tone be encouraging.
"I"ve reviewed my procedures-been tested and cleared for light duties-but... I haven"t been able to remember anything at all about the day I was killed. And the medics wouldn"t tell me. It... bothers me a bit, sir."
Siembieda"s hazel eyes were strange and wary; it bothered him a lot, Miles judged. "I see. Well, the medics couldn"t tell you much anyway; they weren"t there."
"But you were, sir," said Siembieda suggestively.
Of course, thought Miles. And if I hadn"t been, you wouldn"t have died the death intended for me. "Do you remember our arriving at Mahata Solaris?"
"Yes, sir. Some things, right up to the night before. But that whole day is gone, not just the fight."
"Ah. Well, there"s no mystery. Commodore Jesek, myself, you, and your tech team paid a visit to a warehouse for a quality-control check of our re-supplies-there"d been a problem with the first shipment-"
"I remember that," nodded Siembieda. "Cracked power cells leaking radiation."
"Right, very good. You spotted the defect, by the way, unloading them into inventory. There are those who might simply have stored them."
"Not on my team," muttered Siembieda.
"We were jumped by a Cetagandan hit squad at the warehouse. We never did find out if there was any collusion, though we suspected some in high places when our orbital permits were revoked and we were invited to leave Mahata Solaris local s.p.a.ce by the authorities. Or maybe they just didn"t like the excitement we"d brought with us. Anyway, a gravitic grenade went off and blew out the end of the warehouse. You were hit in the neck by a freak fragment of something metal, ricocheting from the explosion. You bled to death in seconds." Quite incredible quant.i.ties of blood from such a lean young man, once it was spread out and smeared around in the fight-the smell of it, and the burning, came back to Miles as he spoke, but he kept his voice calm and steady. "We had you back to the Triumph and iced down in an hour. The surgeon was very optimistic, as you didn"t have gross tissue damage." Not like one of the techs, who"d been blown most grossly to bits in that same moment.
"I"d... wondered what I"d done. Or not done."
"You scarcely had time to do anything. You were practically the first casualty."