The haut Pel had filled her sleeves with most of the little items she had taken from the haut Vio. She nodded back, straightened her robes, and gracefully settled herself aboard. The little items did not, alas, include energy weapons, the power packs of which would set off security scanners. Not even a stunner, Miles thought with morbid regret. I"m going into orbital battle wearing dress blacks and riding boots, and I"m totally disarmed. Wonderful. He took his place again at Pel"s left side, perched on the cushioned armrest, trying not to feel like the ventriloquist"s dummy that he glumly fancied he resembled. The bubble"s force-screen enclosed them, and Rian stood back, and nodded. Pel, her right hand on the control panel, spun the bubble, and they floated quickly toward the exit, which dilated to let them pa.s.s; two other consorts exited simultaneously, and sped off in other directions.
Miles felt a brief pang in his heart that Pel and not Rian was his companion in arms. In his heart, but not in his head. It was essential not to place Rian, the most creditable witness of Kety"s treason, in Kety"s power. And... he liked Pel"s style. She had already demonstrated her ability to think fast and clearly in an emergency. He still wasn"t sure that drop over the side of the building night before last hadn"t been for her amus.e.m.e.nt, rather than for secrecy. A haut-woman with a sense of humor, almost... too bad she was eighty years old, and a consort, and Cetagandan, and... Give it up, will you? Ivan you aren"t nor ever will be. But one way or another, Governor the haut Ilsum Kety"s treason is not going to last the day.
They joined Kety"s party as it was making ready to depart at the south gate of the Celestial Garden. The haut Vio would have been sent to collect Ivan at the last possible moment, to be sure. Kety"s train was large, as befit his governor"s dignity: a couple of dozen ghem-guards, plus ghem-ladies, non-ba servitors in his personal livery, and rather to Miles"s dismay, ghem-General Chilian. Was Chilian in on his master"s treason, or was he due to be dumped along with the haut Nadina on the way home, and replaced with Kety"s own appointee? He had to be one or the other; the commander of Imperial troops on Sigma Ceta could hardly be expected to stay neutral in the upcoming coup.
Kety himself gestured the haut Vio"s bubble into his own vehicle for the short ride to the Imperial shuttleport, the exclusive venue for all such high official arrivals to and departures from the Celestial Garden. Ghem-General Chilian took another car; Miles and the haut Pel found themselves alone with Kety in a van-like s.p.a.ce clearly designed for the lady-bubbles.
"You"re late. Complications?" Kety inquired cryptically, settling back in his seat. He looked worried and stern, as befit an earnest mourner-or a man riding a particularly hungry and unreliable tiger.
Yeah, and I should have known he was Lord X when I first spotted that fake gray hair, Miles decided. This was one haut-lord who didn"t want to wait for what life might bring him.
"Nothing I couldn"t handle," reported Pel. The voice-filter, set to maximum blur, altered her tones into a fair imitation of the haut Vio"s.
"I"m sure, my love. Keep your force-screen up till we"re aboard."
"Yes."
Yep. Ghem-General Chilian definitely has an appointment with an unfriendly air lock, Miles decided. Poor sucker. The haut Vio, perhaps, meant to get back into the haut-genome one way or another. So was she Kety"s mistress, or his master? Or were they a team? Two brains rather than one behind this plot could account for its speed, flexibility, and confusion all together.
The haut Pel touched a control, and turned to Miles. "When we get aboard, we must decide whether to look first for the haut Nadina or the Great Key."
Miles nearly choked. "Er..." He gestured toward Kety, sitting less than a meter from his knee.
"He cannot hear us," Pel rea.s.sured him. It seemed to be so, for Kety turned abstracted eyes to the pa.s.sing view outside the luxurious lift-van"s polarized canopy.
"The recovery of the Key," Pel went on, "is of the highest priority."
"Mm. But the haut Nadina, if she"s still alive, is an important witness, for Barrayar"s sake. And... she may have an idea where the Key is being kept. I think it"s in a cipher lab, but it"s a d.a.m.ned big ship, and there"s a lot of places Kety may have tucked a cipher lab."
"Both it and Nadina will be close to his quarters," Pel said.
"He won"t have her in the brig?"
"I doubt... Kety will have wished many of his soldiers or servitors to know that he holds his consort prisoner. No. She will most likely be secreted in a cabin."
"I wonder where Kety figures to stage whatever fatal crime he"s planned involving Ivan and the haut Nadina? The consorts move on pretty constricted paths. He won"t site it on his own ship, nor his own residence. And he probably doesn"t dare repeat the performance inside the Celestial Garden, that would be just too much. Something downside, I fancy, and tonight."
Governor Kety glanced at their force bubble, and inquired, "Is he waking up yet?"
Pel touched her lips, then her controls. "Not yet."
"I want to question him, before. I must know how much they know."
"Time enough."
"Barely."
Pel killed her outgoing sound again.
"The haut Nadina first," Miles voted firmly.
"I... think you"re right, Lord Vorkosigan," sighed Pel.
Further dangerous conversation with Kety was blocked by the confusion of loading the shuttle to convey the portion of retinue that was going to orbit; Kety himself was busied on his comm link. They did not find themselves alone with the governor again until the whole mob had disgorged into the shuttle hatch corridor aboard Kety"s State ship, and gone about their various duties or pleasures. Ghem-General Chilian did not even attempt to speak with his wife. Pel followed at Kety"s gesture. From the fact that Kety had dismissed his guards, Miles reasoned that they were about to get down to business. Limiting witnesses limited the murders necessary to silence them, later, if things went wrong.
Kety led them to a broad, tastefully appointed corridor obviously dedicated to upper-cla.s.s residence suites. Miles almost tapped the haut Pel on the shoulder. "Look. Down the hall. Do you see?"
A liveried man stood guard outside one cabin door. He braced to attention at the sight of his master. But Kety turned in to another cabin first. The guard relaxed slightly.
Pel craned her neck. "Might it be the haut Nadina?"
"Yes. Well... maybe. I don"t think he"d dare use a regular trooper for the duty. Not if he doesn"t control their command structure yet." Miles felt a strong pang of regret that he hadn"t figured out the schism between Kety and his ghem-general earlier. Talk about exploitable opportunities...
The door slid closed behind them, and Miles"s head snapped around to see what they were getting into now. The chamber was clean, bare of decoration or personal effects: an unused cabin, then.
"We can put him here," said Kety, nodding to a couch in the sitting-room portion of the chamber. "Can you keep him under control chemically, or must we have some guards?"
"Chemically," responded Pel, "but I need a few things. Synergine. Fast-penta. And we"d better check him for induced fast-penta allergies first. Many important people are given them, I understand. I don"t think you want him to die here."
"Clarium?"
Pel glanced at Miles, her eyes widening in question; she did not know that one. Clarium was a fairly standard military interrogation tranquilizer-Miles nodded.
"That would be a good idea," Pel hazarded.
"No chance of his waking up before I get back, is there?" asked Kety in concern.
"I"m afraid I dosed him rather strongly."
"Hm. Please be more discreet, my love. We don"t want excessive chemical residues left upon autopsy. Though with luck, there will not be enough left to autopsy."
"I"m reluctant to count on luck."
"Good" said Kety, with a peculiar exasperation. "You"re learning at last."
"I"ll await you," said Pel coolly, by way of a broad hint. As if the haut Vio would have done anything else.
"Let me help you lay him out," Kety said. "It must be crowded in there."
"Not for me. I"m using him for a footrest. The float-chair is... most comfortable. Let me... enjoy the privilege of the haut a little longer, my love," Pel sighed. "It has been so long...."
Kety"s lips thinned in amus.e.m.e.nt. "Soon enough, you shall have more privileges than the Empress ever had. And all the outworlders at your feet you may desire." He gave the bubble a short nod, and departed, striding quickly. Where would a haut-governor with an interrogation chemistry shopping list go? Sickbay? Security? And how long would it take?
"Now," said Miles. "Back up the corridor. We have to get rid of the guard-did you bring any of that stuff that the haut Vio used on Ivan?"
Pel pulled the tiny bulb from her sleeve and held it up.
"How many doses are left?"
Pel squinted. "Two. Vio over-prepared." She sounded faintly disapproving, as if Vio had lost style-points by this redundancy.
"I"d have taken a hundred, just in case. All right. Use it sparingly-not at all if you don"t have to."
Pel floated her bubble out of the cabin again, and turned up the corridor. Miles slid around behind the float-chair, crouching with his hands gripping the high back and his boots slipping slightly on base which held the power pack. Hiding behind a woman"s skirts? It was frustrating as h.e.l.l to have his transportation-and everything else-under the control of a Cetagandan, even if the rescue mission was his idea. But needs must drive. Pel came to a halt before the liveried guard.
"Servitor," she addressed him.
"Haut," he nodded respectfully to the blank white bubble. "I am on duty, and may not a.s.sist you."
"This will not take long." Pel flicked off her force-screen. Miles heard a faint hiss, and a choking noise. The float-chair rocked. He popped up to find Pel with the guard slumped very awkwardly across her lap.
"d.a.m.n," said Miles regretfully, "we should have done this to Kety back in the first cabin-oh, well. Let me at that door pad."
It was a standard palm-lock, but set to whom? Very few, maybe Kety and Vio only, but the guard must be empowered to handle emergencies. "Move him up a little," Miles instructed Pel, and pressed the unconscious man"s palm to the read-pad. "Ah," he breathed in satisfaction, as the door slid aside without alarm or protest. He relieved the guard of his stunner, and tiptoed inside, the haut Pel floating after.
"Oh" huffed Pel in outrage. They had found the haut Nadina.
The old woman was sitting on a couch similar to the one in the previous cabin, wearing only her white bodysuit. The effects of a century or so of gravity were enough to sag even her haut body; taking away her voluminous outer wrappings seemed a deliberate indignity only barely short of stripping her naked. Her silver hair was clamped, half a meter from its end, in a device obviously borrowed from engineering and never designed for this purpose, but locked in turn to the floor. It was not physically cruel-the length of the rest of her hair still left her nearly two meters of turning room-but there was something deeply offensive about it. The haut Vio"s idea, perhaps? Miles thought he knew how Ivan had felt, contemplating the kitten tree. It seemed a Wrong Thing to do to a little old lady (even one from a race as obnoxious as the haut) who reminded him of his Betan grandmother-well, not really, Pel actually seemed more like his Grandmother Naismith in personality, but- Pel dumped the unconscious guard unceremoniously on the floor and rushed from her float- chair to her sister consort. "Nadina, are you injured?"
"Pel!" Anyone else would have fallen on her rescuers neck in a hug; being haut, they confined themselves to a restrained, if apparently heartfelt, handclasp.
"Oh!" said Pel again, gazing furiously at the haut Nadina"s situation. Her first action was to skin out of her own robes and donate about six underlayers to Nadina, who shrugged them on gratefully, and stood a little straighter. Miles completed a fast survey of the premises to be sure they were indeed alone, and returned to the women, who stood contemplating the hair-lock. Pel knelt and tugged at a few strands, which held fast.
"I"ve tried that," sighed the haut Nadina. "They won"t come out even one hair at a time."
"Where is the key to its lock?"
"Vio had it."
Pel quickly emptied her sleeves of her mysterious a.r.s.enal; Nadina looked it over and shook her head.
"We"d better cut it," said Miles. "We have to go as quickly as possible."
Both women stared at him in shock. "Haut-women never cut their hair!" said Nadina.
"Um, excuse me, but this is an emergency. If we go at once to the ship"s escape pods, I can pilot you both to safety before Kety awakes to his loss. Maybe even get away clean. Every second"s delay costs us our very limited margin."
"No!" said Pel. "We must retrieve the Great Key first!"
He could not, unfortunately, send the two women off and promise to search for the Key on his own; he was the only qualified orbital pilot in the trio. They were going to have to stick together, blast it. One haut-lady was bad enough. Managing two was going to be worse than trying to herd cats. "Haut Nadina, do you know where Kety keeps the Great Key?"
"Yes. He took me to it last night. He thought I might be able to open it for him. He was very upset when I couldn"t."
Miles glanced up sharply at her tone; there were no marks of violence on her face, at least. But her movements were stiff. Arthritis of age, or shock-stick trauma? He returned to the guard"s unconscious body, and began searching it for useful items, code cards, weapons... ah. A folded vibra- knife. He palmed it out of sight, and returned to the ladies.
"I"ve heard of animals gnawing their legs off, to escape traps," he offered cautiously.
"Ugh!" said Pel. "Barrayarans."
"You don"t understand," said Nadina earnestly.
He was afraid he did. They would stand here arguing about Nadina"s trapped haut-hair until Kety caught up with them.... "Look!" He pointed at the door.
Pel jerked to her feet, and Nadina cried, "What?"
Miles snapped open the vibra-knife, grabbed the ma.s.s of silver hair, and sliced through it as close to the clamp as he could. "There. Let"s go."
"Barbarian!" cried Nadina. But she wasn"t going to go over the edge into hysterics; she shrieked her belated protest quite quietly, all things considered.
"A sacrifice for the good of the haut," Miles promised her. A tear stood in her eye; Pel... Pel looked as if she were secretly grateful the deed had been done by him and not her.
They all boarded the float-chair again, Nadina half across Pel"s lap, Miles clinging on behind. Pel exited the chamber and raised her force-screen again. Float-chairs were supposed to be soundless, but the engine whined protest at this overload. It moved forward with a disconcerting lurch.
"Down this way. Turn right here," the haut Nadina directed. Halfway down the hall they pa.s.sed an ordinary servitor, who stepped aside with a bow, and did not look back at them.
"Did Kety fast-penta you?" Miles asked Nadina. "How much does he know of what the Star Creche suspects about him?"
"Fast-penta does not work on haut-women," Pel informed him over her shoulder.
"Oh? How about on haut-men?"
"Not very well," said Pel.
"Hm. Nevertheless."
"Down here." Nadina pointed to a lift tube. They descended a deck, and continued down another, narrower corridor. Nadina touched the silver hair piled in her lap, regarded the raggedly cut end with a deep frown, then let the handful fall with an unhappy, but rather final-sounding, snort. "This is all highly improper. I trust you are enjoying your opportunity for sport, Pel. And that it will be brief."
Pel made a non-committal noise.
Somehow, this was not the heroic covert ops mission that Miles had envisioned in his mind-blundering around Kety"s ship in tow of a pair of prim, aging haut-ladies-well, Pel"s allegiance to the proprieties was highly suspect, but Nadina appeared to be trying to make up for it. He had to admit, the bubble beat the h.e.l.l out of his trying to disguise his physical peculiarities in the garb of a ba servitor, especially given that the ba appeared to be uniformly healthy and straight. Enough other haut-women were aboard that the sight of a pa.s.sing bubble was unremarkable to staff and crew....
No. We"ve just been lucky, so far.
They came to a blank door. "This is it," said Nadina.
No give-away guard this time; this was the little room that wasn"t there. "How do we get in?" asked Miles. "Knock?"
"I suppose so," said Pel. She dropped her force-screen just long enough to do so, then raised it again.
"I meant that as a.joke" said Miles, horrified. Surely no one was in there-he"d pictured the Great Key kept alone in some safe or coded compartment- The door opened. A pale man with dark rings under his eyes, dressed in Kety"s livery, pointed a device at the bubble, read off the electronic signature that resulted, and said, "Yes, haut Vio?"
"I... have brought the haut Nadina to try again," said Pel. Nadina grimaced in disapproving editorial.
"I don"t think we"re going to need her," said the liveried man, "but you can talk to the General." He stood aside to let them pa.s.s within.
Miles, who had been calculating how to knock the man out with Pel"s aerosol again, started his calculations over. There were three men in the floating cipher lab, yes. An array of equipment, festooned with temporary cables, cluttered every available surface. An even more whey-faced tech wearing the black undress uniform of Cetagandan military security sat before a console with the air of a man who"d been there for days, as evidenced by the caffeinated drink containers littered around him in a ring, and a couple of bottles of commercial painkillers sitting atop a nearby counter. But it was the third man, leaning over his shoulder, who riveted Miles"s attention.
It wasn"t ghem-General Chilian, as his mind had first tried to a.s.sume. This officer was a younger man, taller, sharp-faced, who wore the bloodred dress uniform of the Celestial Garden"s own Imperial Security. He was not wearing his proper zebra-striped face paint, though. His tunic was rumpled and hanging open. Not the Chief of Security-Miles"s mind ratcheted down the list he had memorized, weeks ago, in mis-aimed preparation for this trip-ghem-General Naru, yes, that was the man, third in command in that very inner hierarchy. Kety"s deduced seduced contact. Called in, apparently, to lend his expertise in cracking the codes that protected the Great Key.