"No-my saving it! I can"t"-he waved around helplessly, at Vorkosigan House, at his whole situation-"go on like this. I"m all out of balance here, I"m all wrong."
"Balance will come to you, in time. It"s just too soon," she said earnestly. "You"re still very new."
"I have to go back. I have to try to undo what I did. If I can."
"And if you can"t, what will you do then?" asked Bothari-Jesek coldly. "Take off, with a nice head start?"
Had the woman read his mind? Mark"s shoulders bowed with the weight of her scorn. And his doubt. "I," he breathed, "don"t . . ." know. know. He could not finish the sentence aloud. He could not finish the sentence aloud.
The Countess laced her long fingers. "I don"t doubt your heart," she said, looking at him steadily.
h.e.l.l, and she could break that heart more thoroughly with her trust than Illyan ever could with his suspicion. He crouched in his seat.
"But-you are my second chance. My new hope, all unlooked-for. I never thought I could have another child, on Barrayar. Now Jackson"s Whole has eaten Miles, and you want to go down there after him? You, too?"
"Ma"am," he said desperately, "Mother-I cannot be your consolation prize."
She crossed her arms, and rested her chin in one hand, cupped over her mouth. Her eyes were grey as a winter sea.
"You of all people, have to see," Mark pleaded, "how important a second chance can be."
She pushed back her chair, and stood up. "I"ll . . . have to think about this." She exited the little dining room. She"d left half her meal on her plate, Mark saw with dismay.
Bothari-Jesek saw it too. "Good job," she snarled.
I"m sorry, I"m sorry. . . .
She rose to run after the Countess.
Mark sat, abandoned and alone. And, blindly and half-consciously, proceeded to eat himself sick. He stumbled up to his room"s level by the lift tube, afterward, and lay wishing for sleep more than for breath. Neither came to him.
After an interminable time his stunned headache and hot abdominal pain were just starting to recede, when there came a knock on his door. He rolled over with a m.u.f.fled groan. "Who is it?"
"Elena."
He keyed on the light, and sat up in bed against the carved headboard, stuffing a pillow under his spine against some killer solid walnut acanthus leaves in high relief. He didn"t want to talk to Bothari-Jesek. Or to any other human being. He refastened his shirt as loosely as it would go. "Enter," he muttered.
She came cautiously around the doorframe, her face serious and pale. "h.e.l.lo. Are you feeling all right?"
"No," he admitted.
"I came to apologize," she said.
"You? Apologize to me? Why?"
"The Countess told me . . . something of what was going on with you. I"m sorry. I didn"t understand."
He"d been dissected again, in absentia. in absentia. He could tell by the horrified way Bothari-Jesek was looking at him, as if his swollen belly was laid open and spread wide in an autopsy with a cut from He could tell by the horrified way Bothari-Jesek was looking at him, as if his swollen belly was laid open and spread wide in an autopsy with a cut from here here to to there. there. "Aw, h.e.l.l. What did she say now?" He struggled, with difficulty, to sit up straighter. "Aw, h.e.l.l. What did she say now?" He struggled, with difficulty, to sit up straighter.
"Miles had talked around it. But I hadn"t understood how bad it really was. The Countess told me exactly. What Galen did to you. The shock-stick rape, and the, um, eating disorders. And the other disorder." She kept her eyes away from his body, onto his face, a dead give-away of the unwelcome depth of her new knowledge. She and the Countess must have been talking for two hours. "And it was all so deliberately calculated. calculated. That was the most diabolical part." That was the most diabolical part."
"I"m not so sure about the shock-stick incident being calculated," Mark said carefully. "Galen seemed out of his head, to me. Over the top. n.o.body"s that good an actor. Or maybe it started out calculated, and got out of hand." And then burst out, helplessly, "Dammit!" "Dammit!" Bothari-Jesek jumped a foot in the air. "She has no Bothari-Jesek jumped a foot in the air. "She has no right right to talk about that with you! Or with anybody! What the h.e.l.l am I, the best show in town?" to talk about that with you! Or with anybody! What the h.e.l.l am I, the best show in town?"
"No, no," Bothari-Jesek opened her hands. "You have to understand. I told her about Maree, that little blonde clone we found you with. What I thought was going on. I accused you to the Countess."
He froze, flushed with shame, and a new dismay. "I didn"t realize you hadn"t told her at the first." Was everything he thought he"d built with the Countess on a rotten foundation, collapsing now in ruins?
"She wanted you for a son so badly, I couldn"t bring myself to. But I was so furious with you tonight, I blurted it all out."
"And then what happened?"
Bothari-Jesek shook her head in wonderment. "She"s so Betan. She"s so strange. She"s never where you think she is, mentally. She wasn"t the least surprised. And then she explained it all to me-I felt like my head was being turned inside out, and given a good wash-and-brush."
He almost laughed. "That sounds like a typical conversation with the Countess." His choking fear began to recede. She doesn"t despise me . . . ? She doesn"t despise me . . . ?
"I was wrong about you," Bothari-Jesek said st.u.r.dily.
His hands spread in exasperation. "It"s nice to know I have such a defender, but you weren"t wrong. What you thought was exactly what was was going on. I would have if I could have," he said bitterly. "It wasn"t my virtue that stopped me, it was my high-voltage conditioning." going on. I would have if I could have," he said bitterly. "It wasn"t my virtue that stopped me, it was my high-voltage conditioning."
"Oh, I don"t mean wrong about the facts. But I was projecting a lot of my own anger, into the way I was explaining you to myself. I had no idea how much you were a product of systematic torture. And how incredibly you resisted. I think I would have gone catatonic, in your place."
"It wasn"t that bad all all the time," he said uncomfortably. the time," he said uncomfortably.
"But you have to understand," she repeated doggedly, "what was going on with me. me. About my father." About my father."
"Huh?" He felt as if his head had just been given a sharp half-twist to the left. "I know what my father has to do with this, why the h.e.l.l is yours in on it?"
She walked around the room. Working up to something. When she did speak, it came out all in a rush. "My father raped my mother. That"s where I came from, during the Barrayaran invasion of Escobar. I"ve known for some years. It"s made me allergically sensitive on the subject. I can"t stand it," her hands clenched, "yet it"s in in me. I can"t escape it. It made it very hard for me to see you clearly. I feel like I"ve been looking at you through a fog for the last ten weeks. The Countess has dispelled it." Indeed, her eyes did not freeze him any more. "The Count helped me too, more than I can say." me. I can"t escape it. It made it very hard for me to see you clearly. I feel like I"ve been looking at you through a fog for the last ten weeks. The Countess has dispelled it." Indeed, her eyes did not freeze him any more. "The Count helped me too, more than I can say."
"Oh." What was he to say? So, it hadn"t been just him they"d been talking about for the past two hours. There was clearly more to her story, but he he sure wasn"t going to ask. For once, it wasn"t his place to apologize. "I"m . . . not sorry you exist. However you got here." sure wasn"t going to ask. For once, it wasn"t his place to apologize. "I"m . . . not sorry you exist. However you got here."
She smiled, crookedly. "Actually, neither am I."
He felt very strange. His fury at the violation of his privacy was fading, to be replaced by a light-heartedness that astonished him. He was greatly relieved, to be unburdened of his secrets. His dread was shrunken, as if giving it away had literally diminished it. I swear if I tell four more people, I"ll be altogether free. I swear if I tell four more people, I"ll be altogether free.
He swung his legs out of the bed, grabbed her by the hand, led her to a wooden chair beside his window, climbed up and stood on it, and kissed her. "Thank you!"
She looked quite startled. "What for?" she asked on the breath of a laugh. Firmly, she repossessed her hand.
"For existing. For letting me live. I I don"t know." He grinned, exhilarated, but the grin faded in dizziness, and he climbed down more carefully, and sat. don"t know." He grinned, exhilarated, but the grin faded in dizziness, and he climbed down more carefully, and sat.
She stared down at him, and bit her lip. "Why do you do that to yourself?"
No use to pretend he didn"t know what that that was, the physical manifestations of his compulsive gorge were obvious enough. He felt monstrous. He swiped a hand over his sweaty face. "I don"t know. I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him." was, the physical manifestations of his compulsive gorge were obvious enough. He felt monstrous. He swiped a hand over his sweaty face. "I don"t know. I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him."
"How is it dealing with pain to give yourself more pain?" she asked plaintively.
He half-smiled, hands on his knees, staring at the floor. "There is a kind of riveting fascination to it. Takes your mind off the real thing. Consider what a toothache does to your attention span."
She shook her head. "I"d rather not, thank you."
"Galen was only trying to screw up my relation with my father," he sighed, "but he managed to screw up my relation with everything. He knew he wouldn"t be able to control me directly once he turned me loose on Barrayar, so he had to build in motivations that would last." He added lowly, "It ricocheted back on him. Because in a sense, Galen was my father too. My foster-father. First one I ever had." The Count had been alive to that one. "I was so hungry for ident.i.ty, when the Komarrans picked me up on Jackson"s Whole. I think I must have been like one of those baby birds that imprints on a watering pot or something, because it"s the first parent-bird-sized thing it sees."
"You have a surprising talent for information a.n.a.lysis," she remarked. "I noticed it even back at Jackson"s Whole."
"Me?" he blinked. "Certainly not!" Not a talent, surely, or he"d be getting better results. But despite all his frustrations, he had felt a kind of contentment, in his little cubicle at ImpSec this past week. The serenity of a monk"s cell, combined with the absorbing challenge of that universe of data . . . in an odd way it reminded him of the peaceful times with the virtual learning programs, in his childhood back at the clone-creche. The times when no one had been hurting him.
"The Countess thinks so too. She wants to see you."
"What, now?"
"She sent me to get you. But I had to get my word in first. Before it got any later, and I lost my chance. Or my nerve."
"All right. Let me pull myself together." He was intensely grateful wine had not been served tonight. He retreated to his bathroom, washed his face in the coldest water, forced down a couple of painkiller tabs, and combed his hair. He slipped one of the back-country-style vests over his dark shirt, and followed Bothari-Jesek into the hall.
She took him to the Countess"s own study, which was a serene and austere chamber overlooking the back garden, just off her bedroom. Her and her husband"s bedroom. Mark glimpsed the dark interior, down a step and through an archway. The Count"s absence seemed an almost palpable thing.
The Countess was at her comconsole, not a secured government model, just a very expensive commercial one. Sh.e.l.l flowers inlaid on black wood framed the vid plate, which was generating the image of a harried-looking man. The Countess was saying sharply, "Well, find out the arrangements, then! Yes, tonight, now. And then get back to me. Thank you." She batted the off-key, and swung around to face Mark and Bothari-Jesek.
"Are you checking on a ticket to Jackson"s Whole?" he asked tremulously, hoping against hope.
"No."
"Oh." Of course not. How could she let him go? He was a fool. It was useless to suppose- "I was checking on getting you a ship. If you"re going, you"ll need a lot more independent mobility than scheduled commercial transport will allow."
"Buy a ship?" he said, stunned. And he"d thought that line about the clock factory had been a a ship?" he said, stunned. And he"d thought that line about the clock factory had been a joke. joke. "Isn"t that pretty expensive?" "Isn"t that pretty expensive?"
"Lease, if I can. Buy if I have to. There seem to be three or four possibilities, in Barrayar or Komarr orbit."
"Still-how?" He didn"t think even the Vorkosigans could buy a jump-ship out of pocket change.
"I can mortgage something," the Countess said rather vaguely, looking around.
"Since synthetics came in, you can"t hock the family jewels any more." He followed her gaze. "Not Vorkosigan House!"
"No, it"s entailed. Same problem with the District Residence at Ha.s.sadar. I can pledge Vorkosigan Surleau on my bare word, though."
The heart of the realm, oh s.h.i.t . . .
"All these houses and history are all very well," she complained, raising her eyebrows at his dismayed expression, "but a b.l.o.o.d.y museum doesn"t make a very liquid a.s.set. In any case, the finances are my problem. You"ll have your own worries."
"A crew?" was the first thought that popped into his head, and out of his mouth.
"A jump-pilot and engineer will come with the ship, at a minimum. As for supercargo, well, there are all those idle Dendarii, hanging in Komarr orbit. I imagine you could find a volunteer or two among them. It"s obvious they can"t take the Ariel Ariel back into Jacksonian local s.p.a.ce." back into Jacksonian local s.p.a.ce."
"Quinnie has bleeding fingers by now, from scratching at the doors," Bothari-Jesek said. "Even Illyan won"t be able to hold her much longer, if ImpSec doesn"t get a break soon."
"Will Illyan try to hold me?" asked Mark anxiously.
"If it weren"t for Aral, I"d be going myself," said the Countess. "And I sure as h.e.l.l wouldn"t let Illyan stop me. me. You are my proxy. I"ll deal with ImpSec." You are my proxy. I"ll deal with ImpSec."
Mark bet she would. "The Dendarii I"m thinking of are highly motivated, but-I foresee problems, getting them to follow my orders. Who will be in command of this little private excursion?"
"It"s the golden rule, boy. He who has the gold, makes the rules. The ship will be yours. The choice of companions will be yours. If they want a ride, they have to cooperate."
"That would last past the first wormhole jump. Then Quinn would lock me in a closet."
The Countess puffed a laugh despite herself. "Hm. That is a point." She leaned back in her station chair, and steepled her fingers together, her eyes half-closed for a minute or two. They opened wide again. "Elena," she said. "Will you take oath to Lord Vorkosigan?" The fingers of her right hand fanned at Mark.
"I"m already sworn to Lord Vorkosigan," Elena said stiffly. Meaning, to Miles.
The grey eyes went flinty. "Death releases all vows." And then glinted. "The Vor system never has been very good at catching the curve b.a.l.l.s thrown at it by galactic technologies. Do you know, I don"t think there has ever been a ruling as to the status of a voice-oath when one of the respondents is in cryo-stasis? Your word can"t be your breath when you don"t have any breath, after all. We shall just have to set our own precedent."
Elena paced to the window, and stared out into nothing. The reflecting lights of the room obscured any view of the night. At last, she turned decisively on her heel, went down on both knees in front of Mark, and raised her hands pressed palm to palm. Automatically, Mark enclosed her hands with his own.
"My lord," she said, "I pledge you the obedience of a liegewoman."
"Um . . ." said Mark. "Um . . . I think I may need more than that. Try this one. "I, Elena Bothari-Jesek, do testify I am a freewoman of the District Vorkosigan. I hereby take service under Lord Mark Pierre Vorkosigan, as an Armsman-Armswoman?-simple, and will hold him as my liege commander until my death or he releases me." "
Shocked, Bothari-Jesek stared up at him. Not very far up, true. "You can"t do that! Can you?"
"Well," said the Countess, watching this playlet with her eyes alight, "there isn"t actually a law saying a Count"s heir can"t take a female Armsman. It"s just never been done. You know-tradition."
Elena and the Countess exchanged a long look. Hesitantly, as if half-hypnotized, Bothari-Jesek repeated the oath.
Mark said, "I, Lord Mark Pierre Vorkosigan, va.s.sal secundus to Emperor Gregor Vorbarra, do accept your oath, and pledge you the protection of a liege commander; this by my word as Vorkosigan." He paused. "Actually," he said aside to the Countess, "I haven"t made my oath to Gregor yet, either. Would that invalidate this?"
"Details," said the Countess, waving her fingers. "You can work out the details later."
Bothari-Jesek stood up again. She looked at him like a woman waking up in bed with a hangover and a strange partner she didn"t remember meeting the night before. She rubbed the backs of her hands where his skin had touched hers.
Power. Just how much Vor-power did this little charade give him? Just as much as Bothari-Jesek allowed, Mark decided, eyeing her athletic frame and shrewd face. No danger she would permit him to abuse his position. The uncertainty in her face was giving way to a suppressed pleasure that delighted his eye. Yes. That was the right move. Yes. That was the right move. No question but that he had pleased the Countess, who was grinning outright at her subversive son. No question but that he had pleased the Countess, who was grinning outright at her subversive son.
"Now," said the Countess, "how fast can we pull this together? How soon can you be ready to travel?"
"Immediately," said Bothari-Jesek.
"At your command, ma"am," said Mark. "I do feel-it"s nothing psychic, you understand. It"s not even the general itch. It"s only logic. But I do think we could be running out of time."
"How so?" asked Bothari-Jesek. "There"s nothing more static than cryo-stasis. We"re all going crazy from uncertainty, sure, but that"s our problem. Miles may have more time than we do."
Mark shook his head. "If Miles had fallen frozen into friendly or even neutral hands, they ought to have responded to the rumors of reward by now. But if . . . someone . . . wanted to revive him, they"d have to do the prep first. We"re all very conscious right now of how long it takes to grow organs for transplant."
The Countess nodded wryly.
"If-wherever Miles is-committed to the project soon after they got him, they could be nearly ready to attempt a revival by now."
"They might botch it," said the Countess. "They might not be careful enough." Her fingers drummed on the pretty sh.e.l.l inlay.