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Even in the darkest moments, there is always a light.  Perhaps the light of a web browser window on a computer screen, beckoning you with bright white vertical strip surrounded by stars, emblazoned with the words of an entry in the Vorkosigan Saga Reread.  Maybe, just maybe, kind of like this one.  This week, we cover the last two chapters of Lois McMaster Bujold’s novel Komarr, wherein rescues are effected and denouements are unknotted…and the groundwork laid for the next book’s plot.

Chapter Twenty

Miles is on the courier ship up to the station when he finds out from ImpSec Captain Vorgier that the Komarrans have Ekaterin and Madame Vorthys hostage, which makes the rest of the trip an agony for him.  When he finally arrives, Vorgier tells him that they’re ready to storm the Southport bay, and they believe they’ll be able to get an emergency seal in place to keep the women from asphyxiating.  Miles says that the engineers are likely smart enough to rig an explosive in the airlock as a backup, and the hostages are not expendable.

Vorgier stiffened. “My Lord Auditor. I appreciate your concern, but I believe this will be most quickly and effectively concluded as a military operation. Civilian authority can help best by staying out of the way and letting the professionals do their job.”

The ImpSec deck had dealt him two men in a row of exceptional competence, Tuomonen and Gibbs; why, oh why, couldn’t good things come in threes? They were supposed to, dammit. “This is my operation, Captain, and I will answer personally to the Emperor for every detail of it. I spent the last ten years as an ImpSec galactic agent and I’ve dealt with more damned _situations_ than anyone else on Simon Illyan’s roster and I know just exactly how fucked-up a professional operation can get.” He tapped his chest. “So climb down off your Vor horse and brief me properly.”

Vorgier backs down and takes Miles to the local ImpSec HQ.  At Miles’s request, they’ve cut most of the power lines into the bay, and Vorgier reports no unusual power draws, though he notes they do have a freighter docked there.  Miles isn’t sure why they haven’t used their wormhole device yet, whether Soudha has figured out its flaw, or if they’re just not finished yet.  Vorthys and Riva have said that, likely as not, turning the wormhole device off after it’s activated will destroy the station with gravitational backlash, but news of the hostage situation cut short their calculations as Vorthys headed up to the station as well.

Station Security officer Husavi is evacuating the station, citing a bomb scare, and notes that not only is there less than 100% cooperation, there’s also a shotage of ships to evacuate people.  Miles says that if necessary they’ll take people to the military station, though the commander is less than enthused at the prospect of an influx of random civilians.

In Vorgier’s “operations centre”, he proceeds to pitch his assault plan to Miles; Miles has to admit it’s no worse than some of the ones he tried in his youth, and realizes this is like he’s been cursed (by Illyan, likely) with subordinates just like him.  He keeps getting distracted by memories of Ekaterin’s interrupted comm message, and the image of the two women being bundled into the airlock before they cut the camera feed.  Miles finally says that he’ll leave Vorgier’s plan as a backup, but first he wants to try negotiation.

“These are Komarran terrorists. Madmen—you can’t negotiate with them!”

The late Baron Ryoval had been a madman. The late Ser Galen had been a madman, without question. And the late General Metzov hadn’t exactly been rowing with both oars in the water, either, come to think of it. Miles had to admit, there had been a definite negative trend to all those negotiations. “I’m not without experience in the problem, Vorgier. But I don’t think Dr. Soudha is a madman. He’s not even a mad scientist. He’s merely a very upset engineer. These Komarrans may in fact be the most sensible revolutionaries I’ve ever met.”

He tries to clear his mind of images of Ekaterin suffering from claustrophobia in the airlock, and orders a call put through to Soudha.  He takes the call in a featureless room, trying to obscure his location; Soudha, when he answers, is clearly in the control booth Ekaterin had made her call from.  The other conspirators–Foscol, Cappell, and Madame Radovas–are visible as well, making a Komarran voting quorum.  Soudha spots from the lack of lag that he’s not on-planet; Miles says that he managed to survive, unlike Tien Vorsoisson, which disquiets Lena Foscol.

Soudha says that all he wants to hear is that their demands for a jumpship to neutral territory have been met.  Instead, Miles says that they found their device’s plans at Bollen Design, and between Vorthys, Dr. Riva, and Dr. Yuell, they’ve managed to work out its function.  He tells them how it won’t collapse the wormhole as much as it will turn it into an gravity-pulse generator, which is what killed Radovas and Marie Trogir (whose body has latterly been found, and which news seems to distress Cappell).  So if they try to use the pulse, they’ll destroy the station, and themselves, but Barrayar will still be there, so it will have been for nothing.  Foscol accuses him of lying, but Soudha thinks it would explain what happened before.

Miles adds that their families, and the other Waste Heat personnel, have been picked up by ImpSec, and warns them not to try playing the hostage game.  Foscol is still defiant, but Miles asks her what she thinks they still have to gain, apart from killing innocent people.  Cappell says they don’t want to put their weapon into Barrayaran hands; Miles says that it’s already there, and mentions the tantalizing hints that they could also use it to draw power from the wormhole.  However, Miles does not intend to let them get away, in case there is something to the wormhole collapsing theory after all.  And the Vor women are, as Vor, prepared to sacrifice their lives if necessary.  He’s not sure he believes it himself, unwilling to let Ekaterin slip out of his grasp, but he tries to keep this from showing on his face.

He says they will be headed for Barrayaran prison, but he adds, in an effort to sound encouraging, that prison is not death, and that pardons and amnesties happen.  Foscol says it doesn’t sound like much of an offer, but Miles says that this would mean not charges pressed for the deaths of the soletta and oreship crew, or Tien.

Good. Go on. The more time he burned, the better, and they were tracking his arguments; as long as he could keep Soudha from cutting the com, he was making some twisty sort of progress. “You bitch endlessly about Barrayaran tyranny, but somehow I don’t think you folks took a vote of all Komarran planetary shareholders, before you attempted to seal—or steal—their future. And if you could have, I don’t think you would have dared. Twenty years ago, even fifteen years ago, maybe you could have counted on majority support. By ten years ago, it was already too late. Would your fellows really want to close off their nearest market now, and lose all that trade? Lose all their relatives who’ve moved to Barrayar, and their half-Barrayaran grandchildren? Your trade fleets have found their Barrayaran military escorts bloody useful often enough. Who are the true tyrants here—the blundering Barrayarans who seek, however awkwardly, to include Komarr in their future, or the Komarran intellectual elitists who seek to exclude all but themselves from it?” He took a deep breath to control the unexpected anger which had boiled up with his words, aware he was teetering on the edge with these people. Watch it, watch it. “So all that remains for us is to try and salvage as many lives as possible from the wreckage.”

Madame Radovas asks how he’l guarantee their lives, and Miles says it’ll be on his order as an Imperial Auditor, which can only be overruled by the Emperor himself, and Miles will risk his career on it, which doesn’t reassure Foscol that much.  He offers his word on it; Cappell says he doesn’t think much of a Vorkosigan’s word.

Miles leaned forward into the vid pickup. “My word is all that stands between you and ImpSec’s aspiring heroes coming through your walls. They don’t need the corridors, you know. My word went down on my Auditor’s oath, which holds me at this moment unblinking to a duty I find more horrific than you can know. I only have one name’s oath. It cannot be true to Gregor if it is false to you. But if there’s one thing my father’s heartbreaking experience at Solstice taught, it’s that I’d better not put my word down on events I do not control. If you surrender quietly, I can control what happens. If ImpSec has to detain you by force, it will be up to chance, chaos, and the reflexes of some overexcited young men with guns and gallant visions of thwarting mad Komarran terrorists.”

Miles says that if he has to unleash ImpSec, the results won’t be his doing, but they’ll be his responsibility–he’ll be in charge, but not in control.  Foscol asks after the jumpship, and Miles admits that there won’t be a jumpship.  Foscol asks which of the hostages they should space, and Miles asks which one of them they want to watch the other one being killed, and if they really want to cross the line to murderer, no better than the Barrayaran murderers they claim to oppose.

Soudha and Foscol argue over whether to space Ekaterin or not, hinting that she may have done something to hurt them, and Soudha ends up calling a vote–surrender, or calling Miles’s bluff.  Miles wishes he could keep them talking for longer, pushing them for surrender instead of suicide, and isn’t sure he’s done enough.  Lena Foscol votes against surrender, as does Cappell, who doesn’t want Marie Trogir to have died for nothing.  Soudha votes to give up, leaving only Madame Radovas, whose vote will be tie-breaking.  She says that even if they escape somehow, they’ll always be looking over their shoulder for ImpSec, and she’s tired of being afraid.  She asks Soudha if he believes the device wouldn’t work, and he says he does.  Miles, encouraged, asks why her vote is the tie-breaker; she says that her husband had come up with the idea, and had the largest share, which she inherited.  She tells him she remembers how Miles had stood up for her widows’ rights, and votes to surrender.  Foscol and Cappell are unhappy, but they appear willing go along with the decision.

Soudha asks what’s next, and Miles outlines plans for gradually standing down, starting with him defusing Vorgier’s pending assault, and Soudha disarming any booby-traps, unlocking the doors, and preparing to be arrested.  Soudha signs off, and Miles organizes a squad armed with medical gear and stunners only.

He restrains himself from marching in at the head of the squad, coming up behind; the Komarrans are sitting quietly waiting for them, as the techs spread out to check for any remaining booby-traps.  Miles instantly spots the wreckage of the wormhole device, which cheers him considerably; Soudha tell him it was Ekaterin who wrecked it.

“Remarkable.” The source of several oddly tilted responses on the Komarrans’ part to his recent negotiations began at last to come clear to Miles. “Um . . . how?”

All three Komarrans tried to answer him at once, with a medley of blame-casting which included a lot of phrases like, If Madame Radovas hadn’t let her out, If you hadn’t let Radovas let her out, How was I supposed to know? The old lady looked sick to me. Still does, If you hadn’t put the remote down right in front of her, If you hadn’t left the damned control booth, If you had just moved faster, If you had run for the float cradle and cut the power, So why didn’t you think of that, huh? by which Miles slowly pieced together the most glorious mental picture he’d had all day. All year. For quite a long time, actually.

I’m in love. I’m in love. I just thought I was in love, before. Now I really am. I must, I must, I must have this woman! Mine, mine, mine. Lady Ekaterin Nile Vorvayne Vorsoisson Vorkosigan, yes! She’d left nothing here for ImpSec and all the Emperor’s Auditors to do but sweep up the bits. He wanted to roll on the floor and howl with joy, which would be most undiplomatic of him, under the circumstances. He kept his face neutral, and very straight. Somehow, he didn’t think the Komarrans appreciated the exquisite delight of it all.

Soudha also mentions her earlier attempt to summon security, and how they’d welded her into the airlock rather than risk a third accident.  Miles asks if there are booby-traps in the airlock, and Soudha says there’s a bomb on the outside, but opening from the inside will be safe.  After they cut off the bar welded over the door, Miles hesitates to open it, wondering aloud if Soudha is playing a canny game to strike a last-minute revenge, maybe trying to incite another Solstice Massacre.  In the end, though, he sends the Komarran prisoners away and then has the ImpSec techs open the door.

Miles extends his arms to Ekaterin, but she merely stalks past him muttering that it’s about time.  Instead, he asks after Madame Vorthys’s health and tells her there’s a float pallet waiting for her; she’s quickly ensconced thereon with a short of synergine.  Miles says that Professor Vorthys will be there soon, and will probably meet them at the infirmary.  They head out in that direction; Ekaterin tells Miles she knew it must be “our side”, or else it would have been the outer doors that opened.  Miles appreciates her continued steadiness, as gratifying as it would have been for her to be swooning with gratitude.  He tells her about the defective device, and, when she’s discouraged that she went to all that work to destroy it, he tries to reassure her by saying that she saved thousands of lives anyway.  He proposes that they give her a medal, except that this whole case will have to be ultra-top-secret classified; she asks what she’d do with such a useless thing.

He thought bemusedly of the contents a certain drawer at home in Vorkosigan House. “Frame it? Use it as a paperweight? Dust it?”

“Just what I always wanted. More clutter.”

He grinned at her; she smiled back at last, clearly beginning to come off her adrenaline jag, and without breaking down, either. She drew breath and started forward again, and he kept pace. She had met the enemy, mastered her moment, hung three hours on death’s doorstep, all that, and she’d emerged still on her feet and snarling. Oversocialized, hah. Oh, yeah, Da, I want this one.

As they arrive at the infirmary, she asks how he managed to get rid of the Komarrans.  He said he used persuasion, mostly hinging on convincing them that he was willing to sacrifice the hostages.  Ekaterin says that of course he would have sacrificed them, rather than let them throw Barrayar back into the Time of Isolation; he pronounces her true Vor.

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So both Miles and Soudha were bluffing there, sort of.  Soudha was bluffing about the device, though I suppose he didn’t actually threaten to try using it at any point; I’m not sure if he was bluffing about the airlock, though Foscol probably wasn’t.  Though if they had welded a bar over the airlock, how would they space just one of the women, and not both?  Surely they’d need to open the inner door to bring one of them out, or something, which sounds a little risky, given their wariness of Ekaterin.  And Miles wasn’t really bluffing about sacrificing the women, except that he might have chickened out rather than risk Ekaterin.  That would have given him another few books’ worth of emotional issues, if he’d had to kill her to stop the terrorists.  But Bujold was finally softening on him, I guess.  Or maybe just giving him enough rope to screw up his love life himself.

By the way, a quick text search shows that this is only the second time that Miles has used the word “fuck” in the books so far…and the first time was merely repeating someone else, back in “Borders of Infinity”.  So he’s not quite as oversocialized as Ekaterin–“shit” turns up quite a few more times–but it still takes him a while to get to that level of profanity.  Probably appropriate, for someone who thrives on the power of language, to use its strongest words judiciously.

According to the oft-quoted maxim–Aral’s, I think?–“a weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind”.  In that sense, Miles’s tongue–or, I suppose, tongue-brain-lungs-mouth combination–is his most effective weapon.  This has been clear as far back as Warrior’s Apprentice, if not earlier; Oser, having fallen victim to it once, was the only one to become wary of it, in The Vor Game, and for good reason.  In this chapter, he wields it mercilessly, and does, indeed, succeed in making his enemies change their minds.  And that’s why he always should have been in charge.

Chapter Twenty-One

Ekaterin is escorted to her hostel room to pick up her luggage, and view with bemusement the urgent message Miles had left her to flee the station.  She contrasts that Miles with the genial Miles who had bowed her out of the airlock and wonders which one is real, or both.  Back in the infirmary, she waits up with her aunt until Uncle Vorthys arrives, and gruffly admonishes his wife not to spoil his plans to die first.  Madame Vorthys is beginning to look better, and Ekaterin lets her tell the story of their captivity.  She thinks of her aunt and uncle, married forty years and still terrified of losing each other, and wishes she could ever have known such a thing, but she doubts she ever will.

After her uncle leaves to talk to Miles, she lies down herself; a medtech gives her a sedative, and against her expectations it puts her right to sleep.  She sleeps late, and lolls around quietly chatting with her aunt until Miles arrives with a huge bouquet of flowers.

“Wherever did you find such gorgeous flowers on a space station?” Ekaterin asked, astonished.

“In a shop. It’s a Komarran space station. They’ll sell you anything. Well, not anything—that would be Jackson’s Whole. But it stands to reason, with all the people meeting and greeting and parting through here, that there would be a market niche for this sort of thing. They grow them right here on the station, you know, along with all their truck garden vegetables. Why do they call them truck gardens, I wonder? I don’t think they ever grew trucks in them, even back on Old Earth.” He dragged over a chair and sat down near her, at the foot of the Professora’s bed. “I believe that dark red fuzzy thing is a Barrayaran plant, by the way. It made me break out in hives when I touched it.”

Madame Vorthys asks how they’re going to get them home, and Miles suggests offhandedly that they give the flowers to the medtechs when they leave.  When Ekaterin protests that they must be expensive, Miles says that they’re cheap–not like failed combat-drop missions or weapon-control systems.  He suggests Ekaterin visit the station’s hydroponics; she wonders if she’ll have time, then realizes that she’s not even late to pick up Nikki yet.  They missed their original return trip, but they’ll be going down with Vorthys in his fast courier, after he assesses the debris in the loading bay.  Ekaterin apologizes for the mess, but Miles insists that it was a beautiful mess.

Vorthys will be staying on Komarr for a while to study the device in secret, since the whole affair is being kept top-secret; Miles gets to go back to Barrayar to report to the Emperor in person.  Tuomonen sent up his luggage, including his seizure stimulator; Miles notes that, unfortunately, Tuomonen is going to get blamed for not spotting the conspiracy in Serifosa, while that idiot Vorgier gets a commendation.  He says that if Tuomonen does lose his job or find it at a standstill, he’ll offer him a position as an Auditor’s assistant.

He tells Ekaterin that, because the case is going beyond classified, there will be limits on what she can tell Nikki about it, for the time being.  For now Tien’s death will have to remain a breath mask accident.  She will not, though, have to testify in court, because there will be no public prosecutions.  He hopes that someday the restrictions can be eased.  She asks if she’ll need to repay Tien’s debts; Miles says that it’s Foscol who really owes it.

“Something is owed,” she said gravely.

“Tien settled his debt with his life. He’s quits with the Imperium, I assure you. In the Emperor’s Voice, if necessary.”

She took this in. Death did wipe out debt. It just didn’t erase the memory of pain; time was still required for that healing. Your time is your own, now. That felt strange. She could take all the time she wanted, or needed. Riches beyond dreams. She nodded. “All right.”

Miles asks her to contact him when they get to Vorbarr Sultana, receiving reassurances from Maame Vorthys that Ekaterin and Nikki will be staying with them.  He then proceeds to give her every possible means of contacting him, at any of his residences, through Master Tsipis, even a drop at the Imperial Residence.  Madame Vorthys asks if he hasn’t forgotten a few, and he blushes, but he adds that he’d like to show Ekaterin some of the vegetation in his District sometime.  She asks about the Komarran terraforming, and he says the money embezzled in Serifosa was just a drop in the bucket, compared to the soletta repairs.

He brightened. “I had this great idea about that. I’m going to pitch it to Gregor that we should declare the soletta repair—and enlargement—as a wedding present, from Gregor to Laisa and from Barrayar to Komarr. I’m going to recommend its size be nearly doubled, adding the six new panels the Komarrans have been begging for since forever. I think this mischance can be turned into an absolute propaganda coup, with the right timing. We’ll shove the appropriation through the Council of Counts and Ministers quickly, before Midsummer, while everyone in Vorbarr Sultana is still sentimentally wound up for the Imperial Wedding.”

She clapped her hands in enthusiasm, then paused in doubt. “Will that work? I didn’t think the crusty old Council of Counts was susceptible to what Tien used to call romantic drivel.”

“Oh,” he said airily, “I’m sure they are. I’m a cadet member of the Counts myself—we’re only human, after all. Besides, we can point out that every time a Komarran looks up—well, half the time— they’ll see this Barrayaran gift hanging overhead, and know what it’s doing to create their future. The power of suggestion and all that. It could save us the expense of putting down the next Komarran conspiracy.”

After a guarded look at Madame Vorthys, Miles takes out another package–the tiny model of Barrayar from the jeweler’s shop, on a gold chain–and presents it to Ekaterin, in lieu of a medal, as the “Lord Auditor Vorkosigan Award For Making His Job Easier”.  If she hadn’t destroyed their device, he says, he’d never have been able to convince them to surrender, and the station would almost certainly have been destroyed.  She’s not sure whether it’s proper to accept it or not, but she thanks him, though she reminds him about the drop into the pond from that day as well.  She asks if he planned it, and he says it was just serendipity, but most people can’t tell the difference between that and careful planning.  He says that she’s the first woman he’s been able to literally give Barrayar to.

Her eyes crinkled. “Have you had a great many girlfriends?” If he hadn’t, she’d have to dismiss her whole gender as congenital idiots. The man could charm snakes from their holes, nine-year-olds from locked bathrooms, and Komarran terrorists from their bunkers. Why weren’t females following him around in herds? Could no Barrayaran woman see past his surface, or their own cocked-up noses?

Under her interrogation, he lists them off–his “hopeless first love”, Elena; “this and that”–Elli Quinn, raised from trainee to Admiral, and Taura, freed from slavery on Jackson’s Whole and now Master Sergeant with Elli’s mercenary fleet; Rowan, also freed from Jackson’s Whole and now working at a clinic on Escobar.  Ekaterin is impressed with how they all seem to have come out much the better after their relationships with Miles, most unlike hers with Tien.  He notes glumly that none of them would come to live on Barrayar with him.  She asks about an “unrequired mad crush” he mentioned, and he tells her about Rian…currently Empress of Cetaganda.

She rested her chin in her hand, and regarded him; her brows quirked in quizzical delight. “Lord Vorkosigan. Can I take a number and get in line?”

Whatever it was he’d been expecting her to say, it wasn’t that; he was so taken aback he nearly fell off his chair. Wait, she hadn’t meant it to come out sounding quite like— His smile stuck in the on position, but decidedly sideways.

“The next number up,” he breathed, “is `one.’ ”

It was her turn to be taken aback; her eyes fell, scorched by the blaze in his. He had lured her into levity. His fault, for being so . . . luring. She stared wildly around the room, groping for some suitably neutral remark with which to retrieve her reserve. It was a space station: there was no weather. My, the vacuum is hard out today . . . . Not that, either. She gazed beseechingly at Aunt Vorthys. Vorkosigan observed her involuntary recoil, and his smile acquired a sort of stuffed apologetic quality; he too looked cautiously to the Professora.

Madame Vorthys turns the conversation back to the more neutral topic of Miles’s trip home, which turns out to be on another ImpSec fast courier; he bids them a hasty farewell, after seeking assurance that he’d be seeing them again on Vorbarr Sultana.  After he leaves, Madame Vorthys notes that Miles is “nice, but short”; Ekaterin replies that he’s just “concentrated”.  Then she changes the subject and says they should ask about that hydroponics tour…

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So Miles claims that he hadn’t planned to give that last Barrayar pendant to Ekaterin.  I guess he may be telling the truth about just having gotten another one on impulse to give to somebody, whoever he wanted to “give the world” to, and he hadn’t actually fallen in love with Ekaterin yet, or at least hadn’t realized it if he had.  I could see Ekaterin, with her limited resources, being a little embarrassed, and even offended, by Miles throwing his money around, buying flowers and expensive techno-jewelry, and then giving them to her, but she seems to accept it, at least.

This is really the most romantic chapter of the book, as Ekaterin drags out the details–well, at least the overview–of Miles’s love life.  She’s mostly fascinated by how he seems to have left them better than he found them, which may be why she makes that provocative comment about getting in line; he can’t help but take that a little more seriously than she meant it, in his current smitten state of mind.  Madame Vorthys seems thoroughly bemused by the whole thing, and it’s hard to figure out what exactly she’s thinking–does she approve of Miles?  Disapprove?  Ekaterin had already expressed how it would be a positive relief to be in mourning for a year, and thus off-limits; does her aunt disagree?  In any case, Ekaterin doesn’t seem to take Miles’s invitation as seriously as he’s offering it…poor Miles.  So, since nothing is actually resolved in the romantic plot here, Bujold was hopefully setting up that plot for the next book, which, luckily she delivered on.

Overall…I still can’t warm to Komarr as much as I did for the last couple of Miles books, or for A Civil Campaign.  I’m not sure why, still.  To some extent, the plot didn’t gel for me–the whole soletta investigation from the first few chapters seems to be just ignored when the whole embezzlement/Waste Heat thing comes up, and while they turn out to be related, there doesn’t seem to be any reason that they should be–it’s just luck on Miles’s part, frankly, that he happens to come to Serifosa because Vorthys wants to visit his niece.  Ekaterin’s character growth is a powerful arc, but unfortunately it comes with a lot of Tien, who is probably a less appealing character than most of Bujold’s actual villains.  Okay, maybe not, but, as my friend Ann Marston is fond of saying, “I never liked him and I’m glad he’s dead.”  And yet, that death also seems a little pat–how convenient, that this appealing woman in a loveless marriage, on the verge of leaving, doesn’t have to actually get a divorce, because her husband dies of a combination of enemy action and his own stupidity.  And a lucky break for Miles, too.  So that’s two major plot points that don’t seem to ring true for me.  Still a decent book, up there with Cetaganda, say, or maybe The Vor Game, but I don’t reread it as eagerly as some of the others in the series.  I didn’t find myself reading ahead without meaning to, like I did with Memory, and expect to with A Civil Campaign.  But…at least the chapters tended to be fairly short.

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My traditional week off is coming up–fortunately, perhaps, as I have actual things on my calendar next week–but I suspect it won’t take me that long to read the first two (or more) chapters of A Civil Campaign.  As I’ve been hinting heavily, this is one of my favourite books of the series, not least because we’re back on Barrayar, where all the best characters seem to live, not to mention that the plot is so delightful, and in some odd ways it makes a nice bookend to Memory.  But two weeks…well, that’s enough time for you to (re)read the book yourself, if you so desire…

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Welcome back to the Vorkosigan Saga Reread, the Internet phenomenon which devotes itself, through me, to a stunningly entertaining, well, reread, I guess, of Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga.  You’ve known it was coming, and here it is: the single-chapter installment of the Komarr reread.  Three chapters left, and on Monday I decided I felt like saddling Next Week’s Me with more work and taking it easy this week.  Next Week’s Me may have something to say about that, but This Week’s Me will be days away by then.  A few other times I’ve been tempted, of course, but the two chapters seemed to go together well enough that I decided it would be worth it to do them back to back.  This time, I thought I could pull this one off solo, so I guess we’ll see how well that works.

Chapter Nineteen

Ekaterin tries sabotaging the sonic toilet by flushing her shoes down it, but to no avail; she complains to Professora Vorthys that it’s too well designed, and says that Nikki had managed to do it on the jumpship out from Barrayar.  She’s glad that Nikki isn’t there, but she can’t help but think that somebody, perhaps Miles, must know how to sabotage a sonic toilet effectively, or even turn it into a weapon, and grumpily wishes he were there.  She checks the room over for the tenth time; she’s considered trying to start a fire, but their hair is the only thing in the room that would burn, and in any case a fire in a locked room is a last resort.

The Professora says she did have her Vorfemme knife, but it was sheathed in the boot she threw earlier.  Ekaterin admits she’d stopped wearing hers on Komarr, and she’d always wondered why Vor men let their wives have such tiny weapons.  The Professora says that given some of their female ancestors, they were probably right to be cautious.

Ekaterin’s aunt asks if she can sit down on again–on the toilet, their only seat–and Ekaterin lets her, since she’s not looking that well.  Madame Vorthys tells Ekaterin that if she sees a chance for escape, she should take it, and not worry about her; it’s more important that they let people know what the Komarran conspirators are trying to do.  Ekaterin confirms that, the last she knew, the Auditors hadn’t figured out what the device was.

“I hope they won’t think we ought to sacrifice ourselves, like in the Tragedy of the Maiden of the Lake.”

“She was actually sacrificed by her brother, as the tradition would have it,” said the Professora. “I do wonder if it was quite so voluntary as he later claimed.”

Ekaterin reflected dryly on the old Barrayaran legend. As the tale went, the town of Vorkosigan Surleau, on the Long Lake, had been besieged by the forces of Hazelbright. Loyal vassals of the absent Count, a Vor officer and his sister, had held out till the last. On the verge of the final assault, the Maiden of the Lake had offered up her pale throat to her brother’s sword rather than fall to the ravages of the enemy troops. The very next morning, the siege was unexpectedly lifted by the subterfuge of her betrothed—one of their Auditor Vorkosigan’s distant ancestors, come to think of it, the latterly famous General Count Selig of that name—who sent the enemy hurriedly marching away to meet the false rumor of another attack. But it was, of course, too late for the Maiden of the Lake. Much Barrayaran historical sympathy, in the form of plays and poems and songs, had been expended upon the subsequent grief of the two men; Ekaterin had memorized one of the shorter poems for a school recitation, in her childhood. “I’ve always wondered,” said Ekaterin, “if the attack really had taken place the next day, and all the pillage and rape had proceeded on schedule, would they have said, `Oh, that’s all right, then’?”

“Probably,” said Aunt Vorthys, her lips twitching.

Ekaterin says she wants to go home, but to modern Barrayar, not the ancient version that some girls she knows romanticize.  Madame Vorthys says she tries to disabuse her history students of any such notions.  After some silence, Ekaterin asks her aunt if she could feign illness, and her aunt says that it wouldn’t really be pretending; Ekaterin wonders if it’s still jump-sickness, or there’s some aftereffect of the stunner.  She asks about her aunt’s heart, and Madame Vorthys says that she’s on the waiting list for an operation to implant a new one.  She agrees to act dangerously sick, so that maybe the Komarrans will let them out of the room and give them another opportunity.

Ekaterin pounds on the door and calls out until Madame Radovas and a stunner-wielding Arozzi open it.  Ekaterin asks for a doctor for her aunt, or at least a place to lie down for a while.  They agree cautiously to the latter; Arozzi says it’ll be nice to have the bathroom back, and suggests putting them in the middle of the room where they can be easily watched, and anyway Ekaterin will be busy looking after her aunt.

A few minutes later, Madame Radovas escorts them to where a cot has been set up on one side of the room, far from the alarms.  Arozzi and Madame Radovas take turns holding the stunner on them while they get the Professora settled and get her a hot drink; Ekaterin acts as solicitous as she can while covertly taking in her surroundings.  The device is hooked up to more power, and Soudha, Cappell, and another man she doesn’t know are absorbed with preparing that.  Cappell makes markings on the floor, and Soudha uses a remote control to move the device’s float cradle to line up with them.  Ekaterin takes out her map cube and tries to figure out if it’s being aimed at the wormhole, and her best guess is that it might be.  She looks for exits; in addition to the bathroom and the entrance, there’s an external airlock, a door that might lead back to offices, and the glass-walled control booth.

She turns to questioning Madame Radovas about their plans; Madame Radovas says that they had planned to collapse the wormhole and sacrifice themselves, and it’s almost annoying that their hostages might give them a way out.  Though she did leave three children behind on the planet, and hopefully her death would keep them from becoming ImpSec hostages in their turn.  She says they voted on it, Komarran-style–she was considered to have inherited her husband’s voting shares–and only Soudha, who has no children, voted to wait and try again later.  Ekaterin asks about all the Barrayarans that could be cut off from their families, and Madame Radovas merely tells her to be glad she’s on the right side of the wormhole; she also claims that Barrayar’s industrial base is better than it was at the first Time of Isolation, so the planet should do better.

“How . . . do you expect to die?” asked Ekaterin. “Take poison together? Walk out an airlock?” And will you kill us first?

“I expect you Barrayarans will take care of those details, when you figure out what happened,” said Madame Radovas. “Foscol and Cappell think we will escape, afterwards, or that we might be permitted to surrender. I think it will be the Solstice Massacre all over again. We even have our very own Vorkosigan for it. I’m not afraid.” She hesitated, as if contemplating her own brave words. “Or at any rate, I’m too tired to care anymore.”

Ekaterin realizes that she’s less afraid of the Komarrans than she was of Tien at his worst–once he’d admitted to getting rid of a nerve disrupter she hadn’t known he had.  Maybe it’s because Nikki is safe, like the fairy tale of the mutant who kept his heart hidden in a box.  Soudha adjusts the device’s position again; he, Cappell, and the other engineer get into a discussion which results in Soudha leaving the remote control on the float-cradle while they all discuss a power connection over by the wall.

If I think about this, the chance will be gone. If I think about this, even my mutant’s heart will fail me.

Had she the right to take this much risk upon herself? That was the real fear, yes, and it shook her to her core. This wasn’t a task for her. This was a task for ImpSec, the police, the army, a Vor hero, anyone but her. Who are not here. But oh, if she tried and failed, she failed for all Barrayar, for all time. And who would take care of Nikki, if he lost both parents in the space of barely a week? The safe thing to do was to wait for competent grownup male people to rescue her.

Like Tien, yeah?

She turns back to her aunt, and pretends to be tucking in the blanket, while actually loosening it; she turns smoothly and wraps the blanket around Madame Radovas, pinning her arms to her side so the stunner fire goes harmlessly to the deck, then shaking her so she drops it.  She kicks the stunner to her aunt, shoves Madame Radovas away, then sprints for the float-cradle.  She grabs the remote and runs for the glass control booth, the men beginning to chase after her.  She reaches the control booth in time, just barely, to shut and lock the door before Cappell and the others reach it.

Not sparing a thought for her aunt, she points the remote control at the float cradle, trying to figure out how the controls work.  Finally she figures out how to raise it up, though it takes a few more tries before she can make it rotate.  It careens around, scraping off the catwalks and tearing loose power cables.  Soudha tries to break through the glass wall, designed to stand up to vacuum, and resistant even to stunner fire.  She manages to override the cradle’s preset function, which was keeping it level; she flips it over, then cancels the antigravity, and it drops to the deck.  She’s prepared to try again, but on the first try it bursts like a clay flowerpot, sending shrapnel throughout the loading bay.  The glass wall even stops that, and in vicious glee she smashes the cradle up and down a few more times anyway.

She looks around the room, and sees her aunt sitting bent over against a wall, and the Komarrans beginning to get organized.  Madame Radovas has her stunner back, and Arozzi and Soudha are working on the door with a box of electronic tools.  In the booth are controls to evacuate the bay, but she can’t do that with her aunt in there; there’s also a comconsole, though.

“Hello, Emergency?” Ekaterin panted as the vid-plate activated. “My name is Ekaterin Vorsoisson—” She had to stop, as the automated system tried to route her to her choice of traveler’s aids. She rejected Lost & Found, selected Security, and started over, not certain she’d reached a human yet, and praying it would all be recorded. “My name is Ekaterin Vorsoisson. Lord Auditor Vorthys is my uncle. I’m being held prisoner, along with my aunt, by Komarran terrorists at the Southport Transport docks and locks. I’m in a loading bay control booth right now, but they’re getting the door open.” She glanced over her shoulder. Soudha had defeated the lock; the airseal door, bent from Cappell’s efforts with the wrench, whined and refused to retreat into its slot. Soudha and Arozzi put their shoulders to it, grunting, and it inched open. “Tell Lord Auditor Vorkosigan—tell ImpSec—”

Then the swearing Soudha slipped sideways through the door, followed by Cappell still clutching his wrench. Laughing hysterically, tears running down her cheeks, Ekaterin turned to face her fate.

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If Ekaterin had been nothing more than a potential love interest for Miles, then maybe that might have excused giving her viewpoint chapters when she was introduced, so we could get to know her and approve.  Of course, she also gets to fight her way out of a disintegrating marriage and impress us all with her strength and dignity, which is also good.  But what is she to the “main” plot, the mystery, conspiracy, and conflict that Miles has been trying to deal with, the “public stakes” as my wife would call it?  For most of the book she’s mostly an observer, someone affected by it but not really able to help too much in solving it.  But at the end, apparently, she becomes the person who manages to be in the right place at the right time, and with enough guts and resourcefulness to save the day.

I get a little tired of referring to Ekaterin’s aunt, Vorthys’s wife, as “the Professora”, even though that’s what tends to be used.  Doesn’t she have a first name?  Probably, but nobody ever uses it.  And somehow I can’t just call her “Vorthys”, because that’s what I’ve been using for her husband, a more major character in this book.  I can get away with “Madame Vorthys”, I suppose, though that’s still two words, and I get tired of “Madame Radovas” over and over, too.  I try to switch it out a little bit, but of course then I run the risk of the “burly detective syndrome”, resorting to outlandish descriptors to avoid repetition–or the opposite, pronoun confusion, like “She told her not to worry about her if she had any problems.”

Bujold has been quoted as saying “The challenge for a writer is to have everyone, including the villains, acting with the maximum intelligence, and still find some way to make it dramatic.”  I guess that include the proviso that the villains should be just as intelligent and competent as you’d expect them to be, and in particular they can goof up when they’re out of the depth.  Soudha and the others were ahead of ImpSec and the Auditors from the beginning, but Ekaterin is able to overmaster them because of their inexperience with dealing directly with their adversaries.  We can’t all be expert kidnappers, I guess.


See, there’s kind of a cliff-hanger on this chapter; Ekaterin is in jeopardy, her aunt’s health is in doubt, and the Komarrans have just lost their last hope; will their rage drive them to extremity, with nothing left to lose?  Will Miles be able to save Ekaterin and her aunt, and maybe wrest some happiness for himself out of the affair?  Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion of–Komarr!

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You know, it’s not easy coming up with creative openings for these posts all the time.  Maybe if I devoted some time to it during the week instead of trying to think of it at 11:15 Wednesday night…  Ah, well.  Suffice it to say, then, that this is another entry in the Vorkosigan Saga Reread, in which I synopsize and free-associate about another couple of chapters in Lois McMaster Bujold’s saga of Miles Vorkosigan and his friends and family.  This week I cover chapters Seventeen and Eighteen of the novel Komarr, wherein Miles and Ekaterin, separately, find out a lot more about just what the Komarran conspirators are really trying to accomplish.

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning Ekaterin sets out on a ferry to the Barrayar wormhole station to meet her aunt.  Uncle Vorthys, whose unofficial motto is “No artificial shortages” (usually referring to desserts) has sprung for a private room for her; however tiny, it’s still better, on an eight-hour trip, than the economy seats she, Tien and Nikki had settled for on their original trip to Komarr, made worse by coming at the end of a week’s passage from Barrayar.  That had been one point in Venier’s favour–accepting his proposal would have meant she wouldn’t be facing such a return trip.  She’s not sure why he’d felt moved to make such an offer to her, since she’d gone to such lengths to avoid encouraging any male attentions.

Neither Venier’s nor Vorkosigan’s enthusiastic plans for her future education and employment were distasteful to her, indeed, they matched her own aspirations, and yet . . . both somehow implied, You can become a real person, but only if you play our game.

Why can’t I be real where I am?

Determined to keep from brooding, she pulls out her reader and prepares to enjoy the solitude of the cabin, wondering why solitary confinement was considered punishment.  She’s briefly guilty over having left Nikki behind–Madame Vortorren, wife of an aide to Serifosa’s Seputy, had been kind enough to offer her assistance, but she seems to run her household in an old kind of benign neglect–but she looks forward to having her aunt to herself, to have a frank discussion about her marriage just ended.

Her first book is a disk on estate and financial management recommended by the lawyer she’d talked to–who had confirmed her lack of liability for Tien’s debt–which is somewhat dry, but she is determined to learn about it anyway, to regain some control of her life, and she has a gardening disk to read afterwards as a reward.  She even manages to sneak in a two-hour nap before the ferry docks at the transfer station.

The station was built after the rediscovery of the route to Barrayar via Komarr, enhanced during the abortive Cetagandan invasion of same that the Komarrans had authorized, and then captured by the Barrayarans during their return invasion of Komarr.  Under Barrayaran management it’s continued growing, with a separate military station on the other side of the jump point.

After the ferry docks, Ekaterin gets a map of the station and finds a hostel room for herself and her aunt, since Professora Vorthys, with her bad jump lag, will likely need time to recover before heading down to the planet.  She gets a quick snack, since her aunt will also probably not feel like eating right away, and sits in the arrival lounge to wait.  Not having brought her reader, she instead people-watches, though her mind drifts back to her own problems.  She wonders if the Old Vor version of marriage is intrinsically soul-deadening for women, or if it was just hers?  The Vorthyses do seem to be a counterexample, though Ekaterin wonders what secret compromises her aunt might have made.  Maybe it depended on who you happened to pick for a spouse, which people tended to decide upon at an age of maximum idiocy–a good evolutionary strategy designed to maximize production of children, she supposes, though it didn’t work out that way for her.

Passengers from the shuttle begin to debark, though Aunt Vorthys comes near the end, being aided by a porter and looking distinctly ill.  She said the ship had been a speedy one, which gave her less time to recover between jumps, and her feet swelled up so much she had to swap her boots for bedroom slippers.  Ekaterin insists that her aunt ride on her luggage float pallet so she can tow her to the hostel.  She apologizes to her aunt for bringing her out there when she’ll be going back to Barrayar in a few weeks anyway, and Madame Vorthys says she’d have come to join her husband anyway since the case didn’t seem to be progressing all that swiftly.  Ekaterin promises to tell her all the details once they’re alone.

Her aunt had grandchildren, Ekaterin thought, yet still seemed late-middle-aged rather than old. In the Time of Isolation, a Barrayaran woman would have been old at forty-five, waiting for death—if she made it even that far. In the last century, women’s life expectancies had doubled, and might even be headed toward the triple-portion taken for granted by such galactics as the Betans. Had Ekaterin’s own mother’s early death given her a false sense of time, and of timing? I have two lives for my foremothers’ one. Two lives in which to accomplish her dual goals. If one could stretch them out, instead of piling them atop one another . . . And the arrival of the uterine replicator had changed everything, too, profoundly. Why had she wasted a decade trying to play the game by the old rules? Yet a decade at twenty did not seem quite a straight trade for a decade at ninety. She needed to think this through . . . .

Ekaterin takes them through a shortcut she’d discovered earlier which should take them past some food kiosks and to their hostel.  The utility corridor is mostly deserted, except for one man coming toward them, wearing a Southport Transport uniform and carrying food boxes.  To Ekaterin’s shock, she recognizes him as a man named Arozzi from Waste Heat Management, and he recognizes her too.  He asks if Tien is with her, and before Ekaterin can react, he drops his burden and pulls out a stunner; he apologizes as he fires.

She isn’t unconscious for long, so the stun must be fairly light, but she’s essentially paralyzed as Arozzi loads her onto the float pallet, threatening her aunt with the same treatment unless she behaves.  She must look jump-sick like her aunt, because nobody seems to take any notice as Arozzi tows them along.  Eventually they reach a Southport Transport Ltd. door which leads to a loading bay.

Soudha comes to greet them, expecting his dinner, but is dismayed to see Arozzi’s two captives.  Arozzi explains how they could have identified him, but Soudha says the last thing they need is hostages.  He asks who the other woman is, and Professora Vorthys identifies herself as the Auditor’s wife.  Ekaterin is well enough to sit up now, and Arozzi takes his stunner back out as Lena Foscol appears.  Ekaterin loudly identifies them to her aunt as the people who stole money from Terraforming and murdered Tien; Foscol insists she didn’t kill him, but Ekaterin tells her about the empty oxygen canister.  Soudha insists that they didn’t intend him to die, and they only grudgingly accept that even someone like Tien could have been so careless.

Ekaterin sits up to get a better look at the chamber.  It’s a large, strongly-lit room with a control booth on the opposite side, mostly dominated by the large cone-like object sitting in the middle on a float cradle, twice Ekaterin’s height, hooked up to station power.  She realizes it may have been brought up to the station weeks ago, before anyone was thinking to look for it; they may even own the company and the loading bay.

Foscol says she’s not a murderer, like Barrayarans; Ekaterin insists she never killed anyone, but Foscol apparently holds all Barrayarans responsible for the deaths in the Komarr Revolt.  Ekaterin says she was five years old that time, and says that so far Foscol and her group seem to have killed not only Tien, but the soletta staff, the ore freighter’s crew, and probably Radovas and Marie Trogir.

“If you want to go back in history,” the Professora put in dryly, “you Komarrans were the people who let the Cetagandans in on us. Five million Barrayarans died before the first Komarran ever did. Crying for your past dead is a piece of one-downsmanship a Komarran cannot win.”

“That was longer ago,” said Foscol a little desperately.

“Ah. I see. So the difference between a criminal and a hero is the order in which their vile crimes are committed,” said the Professora, in a voice dripping false cordiality. “And justice comes with a sell-by date. In that case, you’d better hurry. You wouldn’t want your heroism to spoil.”

Ekaterin notes that they don’t deny being thieves, stealing from their own planet’s Terraforming project.  Foscol says that their project will pay for itself many times over, in its benefit for future generations.  Ekaterin has been trying to find something they can use to escape, or call for help, while keeping the Komarrans arguing; she spots an alarm panel maybe ten steps away, and tries to determine if she’d be able to make it that far without getting stunned, while trying to appear more impaired than she was.

Sarcastically, she asks if they think they’re going to shut down the wormhole jump to Barrayar; from their reaction, she suddenly realizes that that is their plan after all.  She knows there are ways to temporarily disrupt a wormhole, by sacrificing a ship in mid-jump, and wormholes do open and close naturally, but she doesn’t know of a way to artificially close one permanently, and she asserts that it won’t work for long, though she supposes they might have an uprising timed for the wormhole’s closing.  Foscol and Soudha insist that it will work, they’ll be able to rid themselves of Barrayar without firing a shot.

Ekaterin says that three-quarters of the Barrayaran fleet is on this side of the wormhole, not to mention Sergyar, so it seems like there’ll still be a few Barrayarans left over.  Soudha admits that they’d intended to strike during Gregor’s wedding, when the fleet would be in orbit around Barrayar, but their hand has been forced.

Ekaterin squeezed the Professora’s ankle and climbed slowly to her feet. Upright, she swayed, wishing her unbalance really were artistic fakery to put the Komarrans off-guard. She spoke with deadly venom. “In the Time of Isolation, I would have been dead at forty. In the Time of Isolation, it would have been my job to cut my mutant infants’ throats, while my female relatives watched. I guarantee at least half the population of Barrayar does not agree with the Old Vor lords, including most of the Old Vor ladies. And you would condemn us all to go back to that, and you dare to call it bloodless!”

“Then count yourself lucky you’re on the Komarran side,” said Soudha dryly.

Soudha tells the others to get to work, and Ekaterin realizes that they’re no longer intended to wait to put their plan into operation.  When Arozzi’s attention is momentarily distracted, Ekaterin leaps up and barrels past him towards the alarm; the Professora tosses one of her boots at Arozzi just when he’s trying to bring his stunner to bear.  She manages to pull the alarm just as Arozzi stuns her, and she is gratified to hear klaxons start up around her.

When she wakes up again, though, they are stuffed into a lavatory, and the Professora tells her that they’d gagged her and dragged both of them out of sight by the time any authorities showed up.  Soudha had admitted culpability and agreed readily to paying a fine for a false alarm, and then locked the women in the bathroom.  She tells her niece that it was a good try, though; Ekaterin says it’ll make the next try harder, and they might not get another.  She also adds that she’d already sent a message to her uncle from the station, so they might not be missed until they fail to return to Komarr on the next shuttle, and she’s not sure they have that much time.

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More primitive futuristic book-reader technology, with Ekaterin’s e-reader needing to have actual disks inserted into it with books on them.  It’s easy enough to just pretend that they’re not actually physical disks, I suppose–maybe they call them “disks” on Barrayar the same way that one may “dial” a touch-tone phone.  (Though I never could picture “dialing” a keypad the way Larry Niven often used the term in his stories.)  That still doesn’t explain Radovas’s physical library of book-disks, of course, but predicting future technology is a tricky business.  A lot of if comes from underestimating just how small things will get in even the near future, but I can’t help but wonder if at any point we’ll have gone too far the other way…

Ekaterin’s unfortunate–what’s the opposite of serendipitous?–encounter with Arozzi brings us finally into the book’s climax.  Up to this point Ekaterin hasn’t been able to do much about the conspirators themselves, but, oddly, now that they were forced to deal with her, she’s close enough to at least cause them some inconvenience, and maybe more.  I don’t know if they have anything more lethal than Arozzi’s stunner, since by their lights they’re essentially pacifists, with their visions of a “bloodless engineer’s revolution”.

I wonder what the population of Barrayarans on Komarr is at this point?  No doubt they’re in a minority, though in positions of authority.  What would happen if the scheme were to succeed?  Would the Barrayarans left outside the wormhole try to hold on to Komarr, or would they give it up and retreat to Sergyar, which they would have a clearer claim on?  I imagine they’d try to find another unknown wormhole route to Barrayar, though of course I imagine that was done last time.  If the Komarrans did kick them out, they probably wouldn’t allow a lot of experimentation on the closed wormhole trying to reopen it.  Would the Cetagandans come after them again, hoping for an easier victory this time, trying to annex Sergyar?  More importantly, perhaps, what would happen when the wormhole-closing technology got out?  It would turn into a huge blackmail weapon–any other wormhole cul-de-sac (like Aslund, for example) could end up at the mercy of anyone who could get one of the weapons aimed at their wormhole.  Though it might not end up actually being used that often, at least while it’s irrevocable, so bluffs might be called…it’d be like the Cold War, wormhole brinksmanship.

Chapter Eighteen

Miles gets to come along to the shuttleport to see Ekaterin off, because the experts Vorthys has ordered are due in shortly afterward, but he limits himself to wishing her a safe journey.  They meet the experts, Dr. Riva and her younger companion Dr. Yuell, and whisk them off to the Waste Heat station.  ImpSec Major D’Emorie records loyalty oaths from both of them, even though Miles is sure they’ve both already taken one, and secrecy oaths as well.  Vorthys brings them up to speed on the situation, though much of the technical information goes over Miles’s head, and he begins to feel a little stupid.

Dr. Riva seems surprised that the Necklin rods seem to be receiving power in pulses, since normally they need their power without unwelcome fluctuations.  As they try to figure out what this would mean, Miles asks what this would do to whatever it was aimed at; Dr. Riva says that most of the gravity effects would take place on the edge of the five-space pulse, rather than in the centre.

“Could it be, I don’t know . . . that we’re looking at half the weapon?”

Riva shrugged, but looked interested rather than scornful, so Miles hoped it wasn’t a stupid question. “Have you determined if it is meant to be a weapon at all?” she said.

“We’ve got some very dead people to account for,” Miles pointed out.

“That, alas, does not necessarily require a weapon.” Professor Vorthys sighed. “Carelessness, stupidity, haste, and ignorance are quite as powerfully destructive of forces as homicidal intent. Though I must confess a special distaste for intent. It seems so unnecessarily redundant. It’s . . . anti-engineering.”

Vorthys says he’s more interested in what effect it would have if it was aimed at a wormhole, or activated while traveling into one.  The experts debate that for a while, then Dr. Riva asks if they can sleep on it overnight.  Vorthys says that, unfortunately, they’ll need to stay there until they’ve solved the problem.  Dr. Riva laments having to stay at the “ImpSec Budget Hostel” again–bedrolls and ready-meals–and goes out to pace in the corridor.  Miles tries to figure out where the Komarrans may have hidden their giant device, but can’t come up with anything.  Eventually he notices that Dr. Riva’s footsteps have stopped, so he goes to investigate.

She turns out to be sitting on a window ledge looking at the the landscape.  Miles tentatively asks what she’s thinking, and she says she doesn’t believe in perpetual motion.  Then she asks if he’s really the son of the Butcher of Komarr, and he agrees he’s Aral Vorkosigan’s son.

“The private life of men of power isn’t what we expect, sometimes.”

He jerked up his chin. “People have some very odd illusions about power. Mostly it consists of finding a parade and nipping over to place yourself at the head of the band. Just as eloquence consists of persuading people of things they desperately want to believe. Demagoguery, I suppose, is eloquence sliding to some least moral energy level.” He smiled bleakly at his boot. “Pushing people uphill is one hell of a lot harder. You can break your heart, trying that.” Literally, but he saw no point in discussing the Butcher’s medical history with her.

“I was given to understand that power politics had chewed you up.”

Surely she could not see scars through his gray suit. “Oh,” Miles shrugged, “the prenatal damage was just the prologue. The rest I did to myself.”

She asks if he’d like to change his past, if he could, and he admits that he probably doesn’t, since he doesn’t know what changes might end up making him a smaller person.  She says that sounds like a working definition of satisfaction.  They break for lunch, and exchange scurrilous anecdotes, including Miles’s story of sinking his vehicle on Kyril Island.  Dr. Riva seems to get more subdued as time goes on, even after they return to work.  Miles wonders if she’s waiting for inspiration to strike, or if there’s something else going on.  She would have been in her twenties at the time of the Komarr revolt, but she’s cooperated since then, and has adult children, so she doesn’t seem the terrorist type.  Still, her earlier question about changing the past seems indicative of something.  He feels time ticking away, and Dr. Riva seems to have ground to a halt.

Miles takes Major D’Emorie aside and asks for a fast-penta interrogation kit; when he returns with it, Miles asks him to take Dr. Yuell for a walk.  D’Emorie protests that he should be present if any fast-penta is being used; Miles promises to tell him anything he thinks ImpSec needs to know, thinking of turnabout for years of previous incomplete briefings.  Once D’Emorie and Yuell are gone, Miles takes out the fast-penta kit and tells Dr. Riva he needs to have a frank conversation with her.  As he applies the allergy patch, Vorthys protests that he can’t do that.

Miles took a deep breath. “My Lord Auditor. Dr. Riva. I have made two serious errors of judgment on this case so far. If I’d avoided either of them, your nephew-in-law would still be alive, we’d have nailed Soudha before he got away with all his equipment, and we would not now all be sitting at the bottom of a deep tactical hole playing with jigsaw puzzles. They were both at heart the same error. The first day we toured the Terraforming Project, I did not insist on Tien landing the aircar here, though I wanted to see the place. And on the second night, I did not insist on a fast-penta interrogation of Madame Radovas, though I wanted to. You’re the failure analyst, Professor; am I wrong?”

Vorthys protests that he couldn’t have known, and Miles says that he could have found out easily enough.  He’s been too afraid of abusing his Auditorial powers, especially as Aral Vorkosigan’s son on Komarr, but he needs to stop fighting his instincts.  Riva’s allergy test comes out clean, and Miles gets the hypospray.  Riva protests, but Miles injects her before she can stop him, saying that he’s trying to spare her the necessity of submitting voluntarily.  Vorthys, offended at what Miles has done to his guest, warns him that he’d better have a good justification for this.

Miles starts by asking about the five-space problem, talking about the acclaim that will likely come out of it once it’s solved.  Miles asks if Soudha won’t get credit, and Riva says it was more likely Cappell or Radovas who came up with it.  Miles asks her off-handedly to explain it, and she says it’s a kind of wormhole collapsing technique, which immediately seizes Vorthys’s attention.  Miles asks if that wouldn’t take an awful lot of power, and Riva says that apparently they’ve found a way to use five-space resonance to reduce the power required, though it wouldn’t be reversible, of course.  Under the fast-penta, she seems disturbed, and says that there’s something wrong somewhere.  Miles and Vorthys decide they’ve probably gotten all they’re going to out of her, but before they give her the antagonist, she holds up her hand and asks for a little longer to chase down a fleeting insight.  Eventually she tells Vorthys to remember the phrase “elastic recoil” and permits Miles to inject her.

Once she’s come back to herself, Vorthys repeats the phrase back to her, and she says that what it means is that the device won’t work properly.  She says that fast-penta had odd effects on her internal visualizations, and it might be worth trying again someday.  She regrets that she withheld that information for nothing, and asks if she’s under arrest, but Miles says that neither of them will mention anything about her violating her loyalty oath.  They’ll have to tell Gregor, but that’s about it, and they can accurately claim that the fast-penta was used experimentally to “enhance scientific insight”.

Miles asks her to explain her reasoning, in layman’s terms.  She says that it’s based on positive feedback loops, like a note that breaks a wineglass, or soldiers in step destroying the bridge they’re marching over.  Riva says that the device is supposed to resonate with a wormhole’s natural five-space frequency, which Soudha’s group think would make it collapse, but she’s decided that instead it will likely snap back out of the wormhole in a gravitic pulse, like an imploder lance, but probably aimed back along the line of the original pulse.  So if Radovas fired this at the wormhole himself, he may have killed himself when it recoiled.  Oddly, the pulse that came out seemed more powerful than any reasonable amount of energy they could have pumped into the wormhole, so it may also be a way of extracting energy from the wormhole’s structure itself.

Miles calls D’Emorie and Yuell back, and the techs get back to work on the new information.  Miles wonders whether Soudha knows what he has, or if he still thinks he has a wormhole collapser.  The accident with Radovas and the soletta must have made them think, though it also brought down a lot of disruptions upon them, and without Radovas, they may not have had the resources to figure it out, unless they’d managed to snatch someone else of Riva or Yuell’s caliber.  The conspirators would have three options–drop everything and flee, hide and rebuild in secret, or gamble everything on one rushed shot.  Miles decides to concentrate on the third option, since it’s the most time-sensitive, not to mention most in line with what he knows of their characters.

Miles asks Riva and Vorthys what will happen if they shut off the device before it reaches the backlash point, and Riva says that it might trigger the backlash anyway, so it might be unsafe to turn off once it’s been activated.  Miles considers the possibility that Soudha plans to use this to destroy military wormhole stations; if he managed all six at once, and a planetary uprising at the same time, they might be able to carry it off, but certainly ImpSec would have spotted those kind of preparations by now.  Plus they only have one device.  If they’re going to go for one wormhole, they would obviously go for the Barrayaran one.  They’d want to close off the Barrayar wormhole, if they could, even if they had to martyr themselves to do it.  So, logically, they’re heading for the civilian transfer station there…the same place that they just sent Ekaterin to.

Since this scenario could happen at any time, and would probably result in severe damage to the transfer station, he decides it needs to be investigated right away.  He calls ImpSec General Rathjens and tells him to search the Barrayar transfer station and any in-bound ships nearby, and transport for himself up to the station as soon as possible.  He tells Vorthys his conclusions, then send a tight-beam message to the number Vorthys has for Ekaterin on board the station, warning her to get off as soon as possible.  He asks Vorthys to stay there and figure out what happens when they turn the beam off, and heads out to wait for his transport.

Comments

Fast-penta is one of those technologies that Bujold has been careful to explore the ramifications of.  It’s easy to just wave your authorial hand and say that you have a perfect truth drug.  But in her world that leads to spies with implanted fatal allergies against it, criminals who are cagey about telling their confederates too much, the occasional person with a weird idiosyncratic reaction, and now, apparently, beneficial side effects associated with relaxing the brain’s inhibitions.  This book also explores the nature of wormholes to a greater degree than her other books, even if it’s still mostly handwaving about “five-space”.

Miles has been restraining his wilder impulses to take advantage of, and possibly abuse, his newfound Auditor powers, but apparently he’s been second-guessing himself too much.  It’s a valuable lesson to learn, that sometimes being cautious is worse than indulging your impulses, if you miss opportunities and lose your initiative.  Not that Miles has always been known for his caution, really–I’m thinking of Cetaganda here, mostly–but before he was always trying to evade his superiors’ oversight and hope to accomplish enough to justify it later.  Somehow losing most of his superiors threw him off balance, but he’s finally starting to acquire a new balance.

This chapter overlaps with Ekaterin’s chapter more than some of the others–for one thing, the opening paragraph, with them seeing Ekaterin off, actually takes place before the beginning of Ekaterin’s chapter.  Also, some of the revelations in this chapter, like the purpose of the peculiar Necklin device, aren’t surprises to the reader because we saw them in the previous chapter, although Dr. Riva’s additional information in this chapter puts last chapter’s information in a new perspective.  I also couldn’t help thinking, as they spend time debating science and trying to force insight, that at this very moment time is ticking away.  By the end of this chapter, Ekaterin must already be a captive, so I guess her eight-hour trip, and her wait for her aunt’s arrival, have already elapsed.  Ekaterin’s shuttle left early in the morning, and they had lunch, so I suppose that eight hours or more could have passed already…  I always picture this being more of a night-time chapter, but I guess it isn’t, yet, is it?


Three more chapters left, and we’re into the climax now for sure; two more weeks, and I may even be able to do the single chapter in the last week, which is, if I may say so, an impressive display of willpower on my part to have not had one week of slacking off yet.  Another post in seven days, fates willing…

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Welcome back to the Vorkosigan Saga Reread, that weekly event wherein I examine, discuss, and dissect the works of Lois McMaster Bujold in her Saga of Miles Vorkosigan (and his friends and family).  This week we continue on with two more chapters of her novel Komarr (also found as part of the Miles In Love omnibus), with Miles as usual sharing POV chapters with Ekaterin Vorsoisson, and trying to conceal his growing feelings from the new widow…

Chapter Fifteen

Ekaterin sleeps well, but upon waking realizes that most of the day is going to consist of waiting.  She gets up and tries to keep busy, making breakfast for the two Auditors, and cleaning up, but soon runs out of tasks.  Eventually Miles emerges and offers her information about Tien’s autopsy.  She asks if there was anything unexpected, and he says no, though they did find signs of the Vorzohn’s Dystrophy, which they judge would have soon become impossible to conceal.  Ekaterin wonders how much of his behaviour stemmed from the disease; Miles says that it’s hard to tell, but it sounded like most of the affected brain regions were more to do with motion and sensation than with judgement and emotion.  He points out that, if necessary, they can still use it as an excuse for Tien’s behaviour if the need should ever come up.

“How did Nikki take the news, last night?”

“That was hard. He started out—before I told him—trying to argue me into letting him stay and play another night. Getting passionate and sulking, you know how kids are. I so much wished I could simply let him go on, not having to know. I wasn’t able to prepare him as much as I would have liked. I finally had to sit him down and tell him straight out, Nikki, you have to come home now. Your Da was killed in a breath mask accident last night. It just . . . wiped him blank. I almost wished for the whining back.” Ekaterin looked away. She wondered what oblique forms Nikki’s reactions might eventually take, and whether she would recognize them. Or handle them well. Or not . . . “I don’t know how it’s going to go in the long run. When I lost my mother . . . I was older, and we knew it was coming, but it was still a shock, that day, that hour. I always thought there would be more time.”

Miles shares his experience of his grandfather’s death, which shook up his father’s world; Ekaterin agrees that it is akin to an earthquake, and wonders how shaken up Nikki’s world will be this morning.  She says she plans to tell him about his Vorzohn’s Dystrophy, but not until after his breakfast.  Miles offers to stay and help, and Ekaterin accepts his offer; she doesn’t want the disease to turn into something awful and secret.

Miles returns to the kitchen as Nikki is finishing his breakfast, silently urging Ekaterin to take the plunge, and she begins by telling him that he’s missing school the next day.  Nikki asks if it’s for the funeral, and Ekaterin explains how they are bringing Tien’s body back to Barrayar to bury with his family; Miles adds that the Imperial Service will be taking care of transporting the body, so they won’t have to worry about it.

Ekaterin returns to the subject, telling Nikki he has a doctor’s appointment to check into a condition he has, called Vorzohn’s Dystrophy.  Ekaterin explains the condition to him in clinical terms, careful to avoid using the term “mutation”, but mentioning that this treatment should keep him from having any symptoms.  She neutrally offers some articles about it that she’s willing to help him read through.  Nikki asks if it will hurt; Ekaterin says they will take some samples, and Miles tells him, from experience, that it doesn’t hurt when they do it, but it does hurt a little afterward.  Nikki asks if Miles has Vorzohn’s, and Miles explains about his mother’s soltoxin poisoning and how it damaged his bones, but assures Nikki that his mother’s all right.  Ekaterin realizes that Nikki hasn’t placed who Miles’s mother might be, and Miles offers to introduce him to her someday.  After some more questions from Nikki, Miles explains that his treatment wasn’t so simple as the retrogenes that they’ll use on Nikki, and shows a scar on his arm from where they replaced one of his brittle bones with plastic.

Nikki stared with interest, both at Vorkosigan’s arm and, speculatively, at his own. He wriggled his fingers, and watched his arm flex as the muscles and bones moved beneath his skin.

“I have a scab,” he offered in return. “Want to see?” Awkwardly, he pushed up his pant leg to display the latest playground souvenir on his knee. Gravely, Vorkosigan inspected it, and agreed it was a good scab, and would doubtless fall off very soon now, and yes, perhaps there would be a scar, but his mother was very right to tell him not to pick it. To Ekaterin’s relief, everyone then refastened their clothes and the contest went no further.

Nikki loses interest and dashes off soon after, and Ekaterin is pleased at how well it went.  Miles says her matter-of-factness helped keep him from a stronger reaction.  Later, after Miles and Vorthys leave for a visit to the Waste Heat station, she gets Nikki to read one of the Vorzohn’s articles with her.  He stiffens a little when he first runs across a reference to it as a “mutation”, but wanders off again easily enough after finishing it.  Ekaterin had hoped for more of a response, but supposes he’ll have to work through it in his own way.

The next day, Miles’s presence streamlines the trip to Solstice, allowing them to take an ImpSec shuttle, with a pair of bodyguards, instead of rising early for a budget trip on the monorail.  Miles says that ImpSec has expressed a wish for him to avoid public transportation as much as possible, as much as he loves the monorail.  He also manages to score Nikki a brief meeting with the shuttle pilot; he tells Ekaterin that there’s still no sign of Soudha and his group, but the parts list is taking shape, and Vorthys seems to have appropriated the project from him.  They also have gotten some extra information from marginal notes in the station’s library, some of which include names, one of them of a crew member on the soletta array; now they’re thinking that the mysterious equipment may have been on the soletta, rather than the ore freighter, so they’re pursuing that angle.

Once in Solstice, they go for lunch at a restaurant whose priciness daunts Ekaterin.  She notices some covert glances at them, and wonders if they think they’re all a family; she’s initially embarrassed, but she also feels indignant on Miles’s behalf.  Afterwards, they head over the clinic, where Nikki becomes more subdued.  Miles stays behind them as Ekaterin deals with the admissions clerk, until they hit a snag: with Tien dead, Nikki’s legal guardian is the distant cousin on Barrayar, and the computer won’t accept Nikki’s admission without it.  The clerk’s supervisor is fetched, and expresses his regret that they can’t take the chance, after recently being bitten by a case where a Vor child’s guardian disagreed with the emergency treatment they rendered.  The condition is non-life-threatening, and so they’ll have to wait until the proper permissions are acquired.

Ekaterin took a deep breath, whether to argue or scream she was not sure. But Lord Vorkosigan leaned past her shoulder and smiled at the supervisor.

“Hand me that read-pad, will you?”

The puzzled supervisor did so; Vorkosigan rummaged in his pocket and pulled out his gold Auditor’s seal, which he uncapped and pressed to the pad, along with his right palm. He spoke into the vocorder. “By my order, and for the good of the Imperium, I request and require all assistance, to wit, suitable medical treatment for Nikolai Vorsoisson. Vorkosigan, Imperial Auditor.” He handed it back. “See if that doesn’t make your machine happier.” He murmured aside to Ekaterin, “Just like swatting flies with a laser cannon. The aim’s a bit tricky, but it sure takes care of the flies.”

Ekaterin is reluctant to accept his assistance, but Miles points out that her uncle would doubtless have been willing to do the same for her if he’d been there.  The supervisor asks timidly what Miles’s business there is, and Miles says he’s just a friend of the family, “red tape cutter and general expediter”.  After that, things run very smoothly for Nikki’s appointment.  Ekaterin says they probably just jumped the queue, and Miles says he did the same thing for himself at ImpMil not long ago, and admits he hasn’t quite figured out when he should use his Auditorial Powers and when not.  If he’d interrogated Madame Radovas, or inspected the Waste Heat station earlier, things might have gone much differently, but he’d restrained his impulses both times.  Ekaterin asks if he’d anticipated that kind of bureaucracy, and he admits that he’d hoped he could help out somehow.  Ekaterin thinks, enviously, that he can wave most ordinary problems out of the way, then realizes that leaves him with just the extraordinary problems to deal with.  She attributes his solicitousness to a desire to assuage his guilt over Tien’s death.

The tests are done swiftly, and then they meet with the Komarran physician, who describes the results, calling Nikki’s case mildly idiosyncratic, but well within their capabilities.  She says they’ll have the retrovirus for Nikki in a week, and they’ll have to check up on him regularly for the next three months; she gives them a recommendation for a clinic in Vorbarr Sultana, and promises them a disk with all the pertinent data.  After that, annual checkups will be all that’s required.  She assures Ekaterin that the treatment will be in good time, that Nikki would likely have had several years yet before any measurable damage was done.  They return to Serifosa via the shuttle.

Vorkosigan, sitting across from them with his reader on his knees again, watched her in turn, and murmured, “Is it well?”

“It’s well,” she said softly. “But it feels so strange . . . Nikki’s illness has been the whole focus of my life for so long. I gradually pared away all the other impossibilities to concentrate wholly on this, the one main thing. It feels as though I had been steeling myself to batter down some unscaleable wall. And then, when I finally took a deep breath and put my head down and charged, it just . . . fell, all in a heap, like that. And now I’m stumbling around in the dust and the bricks, blinking. I feel very unbalanced. Where am I now? Who am I now?”

“Oh, you’ll find your center. You can’t have mislaid it totally, even if you have been revolving around other people. Give yourself time.”

Ekaterin said she’d been focusing on being a good Vor woman; she’d chosen the marriage to Tien in the first place, wanting to fit in to the “Vor pageant”, which Miles assures her he knows all about.  Somehow, she didn’t end up with the pretty pattern she’d intended, but just a tangle of strings.  She says that she’s been bracing for failure for so long, that she’s unprepared for the devastation of success.  Miles agrees with her, that achievement can be disorienting, and also leads to people expecting you to achieve more all the time, or you end up a failure again.  Ekaterin is surprised that he’s not calling her foolish, which is the reaction she’d gotten used to from Tien, but Miles says she’s perfectly correct.  He tells her that it is possible to acquire a taste for success, too, and it only takes once.  His intensity disturbs her, and the conversation grinds to a halt.

They return to the apartment in Serifosa, where Vorthys tells them that his wife has left Barrayar and should be on Komarr in three days.  Ekaterin is happy to hear it, but recalls that her aunt gets jump-sick, and feels guilty that she’s coming all this way for her niece; Vorthys pointed out that it was Miles’s idea, but she would have come soon enough anyway, and that she’ll have time to get over her jump-sickness.  He suggests Ekaterin go to meet her aunt at the jump-station, which Ekaterin eagerly agrees to.  She loves her aunt, and considers her one of her few “undisheartening” relatives, and a welcome friend and ally.

As they head in for dessert, Vorthys tells Miles he’ll be interested to see what Miles can make of the day’s progress.

Comments

One of the problems, I imagine, with absorbing Komarr into the Barrayaran Empire are the cultural differences.  Komarran women seem much more “liberated” than their Barrayaran counterparts, like the doctor in this chapter–I imagine they don’t have a lot of female doctors on Barrayar.  Overall Komarr seems much more cosmopolitan, “galactic”, and probably find a lot of Barrayaran concepts bizarre and antiquated.  They’ve had a few decades to get used to each other by now, but I’m sure it’s still an uneasy situation.  The fact that the clinic got into trouble before, going against Barrayaran traditions, makes them leery about getting into trouble again, when they don’t really understand the underlying logic of the traditions.  I confess I don’t understand why a distant male relative makes a better guardian than the child’s mother in any case, but then I guess I’m not Barrayaran.

Ekaterin hasn’t figured out Miles’s infatuation with her yet, though she has spotted the solicitousness–she’s mostly just attributing it to guilt, if anything, or possibly conscientiousness.  But she’s definitely opening up to Miles more, and he’s all too willing to share with her what he can that he thinks she’ll find helpful.  He just needs to keep himself in check a little more, perhaps.

Nikki does seem to take the news about Vorzohn’s with a little equanimity, but after the disruption of his father’s death, he may just have trouble absorbing it.  Or maybe he’s just going to take it in his stride.  I guess we’ll just have to see if he has any sudden meltdowns or something…

Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, Miles is heading for the bathroom for his morning ablutions when he finds Ekaterin in the hall outside; apparently Nikki has locked himself inside.  She tells Miles that Nikki is claiming that the Vorzohn’s Dystrophy is making him too sick to go to school; she stood form, and, scared, he’s hiding in the bathroom.  Miles inspects the lock, and decides that it would take some serious tools to get it open, unless he can use subterfuge.  Ekaterin tries to persuade Nikki to let Miles in to get ready, but to no avail.

“I’m torn,” murmured Ekaterin in lower tones. “We’re leaving in a few weeks. A few missed lessons wouldn’t matter, but . . . that’s not the point.”

“I went to a private Vor school rather like his, when I was his age,” Miles murmured back. “I know what he’s afraid of. But I think your instincts are correct.” He frowned thoughtfully, then set his case down and rummaged for his tube of depilatory cream, which he smeared liberally over his night’s bristles. “Nikki?” he called more loudly. “Can I come in? I’m all over depilatory cream, and if I don’t wash it off, it’ll start eating through my skin.”

“Won’t he realize you can wash in the kitchen?” Ekaterin whispered.

“Maybe. But he’s only nine, I’m gambling depilation is still a bit of a mystery.”

Nikki says Miles can come in, but he’s locking the door behind him; Miles agrees, and tells Ekaterin not to try grabbing him and violate the truce.  He says that Nikki won’t be quite as sure how to deal with him, as a near stranger, so that’ll give him an advantage.  Nikki opens the door only just barely wide enough for Miles to slide through sideways.

Nikki is wearing everything except his shoes, which Miles supposes must have been the final sticking point; he retreats to sit on the edge of the bathtub as Miles heads for the sink, trying to muster up sufficient eloquence to persuade a nine-year-old.  He brushes his teeth, cleans off the depilatory, and then asks Nikki what the problem is.  Nikki claims to be sick; Miles points out that Vorzohn’s isn’t catching, but that doesn’t seem to be what Nikki is worrying about.  Miles says that nobody will be able to see it in him, but Ekaterin has apparently already tried that one.

“Well . . . deal. I won’t tell you you’re blowing it all out of proportion if you won’t tell me I don’t understand.”

Nikki glanced up from his seat, his attention arrested. Yeah. See me, kid.

Miles decides that trying to pressure Nikki would be the wrong tactic, so he decides to try to lower the barrier.  He mentions his own experience in Vor private school, where he had to deal with his classmates treating him like a mutie.  They learned to leave his brittle bones alone, but learned how to use words on him to equal effect.  Bothari had had to start checking him to keep him from bringing weapons to school with him, but Miles managed to teach them all to leave him alone anyway…using methods he’s reluctant to tell Nikki about.  He asks what Nikki thinks his classmates wil do; Nikki says he’s more worried about what they’ll think.  Miles admits that’s a tricky problem, since it’s hard to tell what people think without fast-penta, and even that can’t tell you what they will think.

He muses aloud that they need some kind of ImpSec agent, the ones who scout in enemy territory and get information on what people think.  Nikki says that Miles was just a courier, and Miles says that even couriers can get into dangerous situations.  He says that it’s easier the second time than the first, though.  He can’t spare an ImpSec agent to check for antimutant activity at Nikki’s school, of course, but he says that sometimes ImpSec uses paid informants, especially ones that can blend in well, and not stir up trouble.  Nikki isn’t buying it, until Miles mentions the ten-year-old girl he employed on one planet, and a few allusions to the mission where he used her, before announcing that he has to go have his breakfast.  He leaves a speculative Nikki behind him, hopefully one who now has an honourable line of retreat available to him.

Nikki emerges just as Miles is finishing his breakfast, asks for his shoes, and puts them on.  Ekaterin asks neutrally if he wants her to go with him, but he demurs and heads out.  Ekaterin wonders aloud if she should phone to check that he did arrive at school; Miles allows as she should, but not tell Nikki about it.  She asks what his trick was–Tien would always get his back up too, and there would be shouting and threats, though with peace offerings later.  Miles says he just tries to always arrange his negotations so that nobody loses face.

“Well . . . thank you for being so patient. One doesn’t normally expect busy and important men to take the time for kids.”

Her voice was warm; she was pleased. Oh, good. He babbled in relief, “Well, I do. Expect it, that is. My Da always did, you see—take time for me. Later, when I learned not everyone’s Da did the same, I just assumed it was only a trait of the most busy and most important men.”

Vorthys emerges and says an ImpSec driver will be picking them up soon.  Ekaterin says she has to do packing, and talk to an estate lawyer; Miles says they’ll leave a guard at the apartment, and offers another guard to accompany her when she goes out, but she says it won’t be necessary.  Miles leaves her, not without regret, but sternly admonishing himself to keep his mind on business.

Vorthys has set up his HQ out at the Waste Heat station, which has the advantage of being out of the way and hard to sneak up on; Miles supposes that Soudha found it much the same, and wonders if the Waste Heat job came first, or his mysterious project.  Miles checks on the inventory project, which promises to be done that day, then goes to the office Vorthys has commandeered to check over the list of missing equipment so far.  Vorthys, who has been running simulations, says that at least they know they built something–probably two somethings, one lost in orbit and one from the Waste Heat station.  Miles says that it’s still not clear what went on out in space, and where Marie Trogir is–he got the impression even Soudha didn’t know that.  He says that the autopsy on Radovas included cellular damage that looked reminiscent of a glancing blow from a gravitic imploder lance, and speculates that maybe they’ve been working on scaling it down, which hasn’t been solved yet.  Except that the parts don’t quite line up, and there’s a lot of power being transmitted in there somewhere.

Vorthys says that the bits of math scribbled in Radovas’s library are interesting, and asks what Miles thought of the mathematician Cappell.  Miles said that Cappell was probably lying through his teeth, but Soudha must have trusted him enough to let him talk to Miles at all.  He proposes Soudha, Cappell, Radovas and Foscol as the inner circle, with the Marie Trogir story added later to explain her disappearance.  If they’re trying to sell this thing, outside of the empire, it’s possible that Trogir absconded with the specs to auction it off herself, a possibility that ImpSec is investigating.

By the end of an hour, Miles was cross-eyed from staring at meters and meters of really supremely boring inventory readouts. His mind wandered, revolving a plan to go attach himself like a hyperactive leech to all the field agents searching for the fugitive Komarrans. Sequentially, he supposed; he had learned not to wish to be twins, or any other multiple of himself. Miles thought of the old Barrayaran joke about the Vor lord who jumped on his horse and rode off in all directions. Forward momentum only worked as a strategy if one had correctly identified which way was forward. After all, Lord Auditor Vorthys didn’t run around in circles; he sat composedly in the center and let it all come to him.

Colonel Gibbs contacts them with a solid lead–some large Waste Heat purchases that he’s tracked down to a company named Bollan Design, of custom-designed Necklin field generators.  Bollen is a small company that does custom jobs, and Waste Heat bought five rods…an odd number, since Necklin rods are used in pairs.  Bollen has been around since long before the mbezzlement scam, and didn’t do anything illegal on their end, but their chief design engineer has been missing for three days.  Gibbs sends them the specs, which Vorthys brings up on his screen.  The Necklin rod designs seem quite odd, looking like “a cross between a corkscrew and a funnel”, each model larger than the one before.  The largest one, close to four meters by six, would have been too big to store at the Waste Heat station, and Miles wonders where it was.

Miles wonders what kind of Necklin field this would generate.  The standard jumpship has two Necklin rods, whose fields counter-rotate to take the ship through hyperspace; Miles knew he’d been exposed to the five-space math behind it at the Academy, but he’s long since forgotten most of it.  Vorthys brings up an image of a piece of orbital debris, which turns out to be a match for the second-largest of the Necklin rods.  Miles wonders where the largest one is, then; he asks if they can figure out what it does, if they can find its power supply, but Vorthys says it will all depend on how that power is applied.  It must generate some kind of five-space distortion, but it’ll be difficult to find out what kind.  Vorthys suggests finding another expert in five-space math, like Dr. Riva from the University of Solstice, who, though she is of course Komarran, is someone that Vorthys has consulted before.  First, though, he wants to visit Bollen himself.

The trip to Bollen is not particularly rewarding, though.  Nobody else seems to have any additional information to add to what ImpSec has already extracted, the missing engineer apparently being the crucial figure; they can confirm having seen Cappell, Soudha and Radovas visit the shop, though, the experimental rods having always been picked up there, never delivered.  Miles makes a mental note to check for vans that could have carried the largest generators.  He pokes around and concludes that the missing engineer probably left voluntarily, since otherwise Soudha would have had to clean records out of too many comconsoles.  He hopes they find the man and fast-penta him, but he supposes that people expect fast-penta these days, and are more tight-lipped.

They return to Ekaterin’s apartment in time for dessert; Nikki seems to have recovered his aplomb, and monosyllabically asserts that he doesn’t expect any trouble at school tomorrow.

When Nikki finished bolting his dessert and galloped off, she added wryly, “And how was work today? I wasn’t sure if the extra hours represented progress, or the reverse.”

How was work today. Her tone seemed to apologize for the prosaic quality of the question. Miles wondered how to explain to her that he found it altogether delightful, and wished she’d do it again. And again and . . . Her perfume was making his reptile-brain want to roll over and do tricks, and he wasn’t even sure she was wearing any. This mind-melting mixture of lust and domesticity was entirely novel to him. Well, half novel; he knew how to handle lust. It was the domesticity that had ambushed his guard.

Miles says they are spectacularly baffled, and Vorthys seconds it.  They argue briefly over the device that the embezzlers were building was a “secret weapon” or not, before being interrupted by the doorbell.  Ekaterin and Vorthys go to the door, and Miles elects to go out to the balcony instead.  While gazing out at the night, Miles hears Ekaterin welcoming Venier into the apartment.  Venier is apparently there to deliver Tien’s personal effects from the office, but he also asks to speak to Ekaterin privately; Miles, on the verge of heading back in to the apartment, pauses on the balcony, wondering if Venier is somehow involved in the plot.

Venier says that he’d noticed problems with Tien and Ekaterin’s relationship, and has nothing good to say about Tien; Ekaterin’s responses are guarded and unencouraging, but Venier presses on.  He knows that Ekaterin is being “forced” to return to Barrayar, and wonders if she’d consider remaining on Komarr instead.  Ekaterin says she can’t afford to stay.

“I have an alternative to offer you.” Venier swallowed; Miles swore he could hear the slight gurgle in his narrow neck. “Marry me. It would give you the legal protection you need to stay here. No one could force you back, then. I could support you, while you train up to your full strength, botany or chemistry or anything you choose. You could be so much. I can’t tell you how it’s turned my stomach, to see so much human potential wasted on that clown of a Barrayaran. I realize that for you it would have to start as a marriage of convenience, but as a Vor, that’s surely not an alien idea for you. And it could grow to be more, in time, I’m certain it could. I know it’s too soon, but soon you’ll be gone and then it will be too late!”

Venier paused for breath. Miles bent over, mouth still open, in a sort of silent scream. My lines! My lines! Those were all my lines, dammit! He’d expected Vorish rivals for Ekaterin’s hand to come pouring out of the woodwork as soon as the widow touched down in Vorbarr Sultana, but my God, she hadn’t even got off Komarr yet! He hadn’t thought of Venier, or any other Komarran, as possible competition. He wasn’t competition, the idea of Vennie as competition was laughable. Miles had more power, position, money, rank, all to lay at her feet when the time was finally ripe—Venier wasn’t even taller than Ekaterin, he was a good four centimeters shorter—

The one thing Miles couldn’t offer, though, was less Barrayar. In that, Venier had an advantage Miles could never match.

Ekaterin responds noncommittally to Venier’s offer.  Venier expresses his extreme admiration for Ekaterin, and adds that he’s applied for Tien’s job, and asks her to help him make Serifosa Sector into a showcase of the terraforming project.  He notes that if he does become administrator, she might not even have to leave the apartment.  Ekaterin corrects his misapprehension that she’s being forced to return–she says that Komarr’s domes are starting to make her claustrophobic, and anyway Barrayaran custom calls for a year of mourning.  Venier questions the custom, and Ekaterin admits it was probably practical–to ensure that any children born after the husband’s death were of clear parentage, but she plans to use it as an excuse to fend off unwanted suits.  Miles thinks that Ekaterin’s gun-shyness about marriage will keep her from accepting offers like Venier’s, but of course will keep her accepting Miles’s…  Venier encourages her to keep his offer in mind, but Ekaterin says she prefers not to leave him with false hope, and refuses him in no uncertain terms.

Venier leaves, and Miles plans his re-entry, but Ekaterin returns to the kitchen and he has no opportunity.  Rather than risk being locked outside all night, he arranges himself artistically in a chair as if he’d fallen asleep there, and pretends to wake up when she steps out onto the balcony.

Her brows drew down quizzically, and she crossed her arms. “Lord Vorkosigan. I didn’t think Imperial Auditors were supposed to prevaricate like that.”

“What . . . badly?” He sat all the way up and sighed. “I’m sorry. I’d stepped out to contemplate the view, and I didn’t think anything when I first heard Vennie enter, and then I thought it might be something to do with the case, and then it was too late to say anything without embarrassing us all. As bad as the business with your comconsole all over again, sorry. Accidents, both. I’m not like this, really.”

She cocked her head, a weird quirky smile tilting her mouth. “What, insatiably curious and entirely free of social inhibitions? Yes, you are. It’s not the ImpSec training. You’re a natural. No wonder you did so well for them.”

Was this a compliment or an insult? He couldn’t quite tell. Good, bad, good-bad-good . . . ?

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I guess Nikki did have a bit of a delayed reaction to the Vorzohn’s news after all.  That is a good scene, as Miles tries to win over his toughest audience, and shows some incipient parenting skills in the bargain.  Though, of course, in some ways it might be easier to deal with other people’s children, because you approach the situation with fresh eyes, and don’t get sucked down into all the previous arguments, and the last time this happened, and the usual responses…  I confess I’m also a little uncertain how depilation works–does it somehow dissolve the stubble, as Miles implies, and then you wash it off?  If so, I’m all for it.  (Of course, I always heard about Nair, and yet somehow there never seemed to be a male version of it, so perhaps it’s not quite ready after all.)

So Bollen Design (or was it Bollan?  My e-copy was going back and forth) does custom Necklin rods, and repairs on obsolete models?  Obviously the Dendarii need to send them Arde Mayhew’s old busted RG Necklin rods, if they still have them.  Might be a bit pricy, but surely he owes that much to his armsman…  (Just finished reading The Warrior’s Apprentice to my son, so Arde’s predicament is fresh in my mind…)  Anyway, there’s definitely something five-spacey going on here, and of course there was an inactive wormhole somewhere near the site of the accident, wasn’t there?  I also remember what’s coming up with Dr. Riva at the University of Solstice, probably a chapter or two from now.

Venier wasn’t part of the embezzlement scam, but I guess he did have one other plot role to play, making his awkward proposal to Ekaterin.  Obviously he had a crush on her of some kind, but he didn’t know her too well, apparently.  Free of Barrayaran prejudices, he would of course mourn her wasted potential, but with his own Komarran prejudices he hadn’t figured out that she might actually want to return to Barrayar.  Miles will definitely have to play it cool now, because if he moves too soon she might give him a final refusal like she did Venier…but then, of course, if he waits too long he might found that she’s found a suitor she didn’t want to fend off.  But most of that is in the next book, of course.


I’m amazed I’ve gone this far without a single-chapter week, since my stamina has come close to flagging a couple of times, but I suppose it may depend on if I find an Ekaterin chapter that can be easily separated from its accompanying Miles chapter.  Or a Miles chapter that goes better with its following chapter than its preceding one…  Once again, thinking of events, I remember an upcoming Miles scene with Dr. Riva, but I’m not sure what’s next for Ekaterin.  Surely it can’t be time for her to meet her aunt at the jump point station yet, is it?  Because that’s getting awfully close to the climax…  But I believe there’s only five more chapters left, so I suppose it might as well get started.  Next week…

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As Spider-Man once learned, with great power comes great responsibility.  But even with minimal power comes a certain amount of responsibility, such as an obligation to make weekly posts in the Vorkosigan Saga Reread.  Luckily, it’s not an onerous task, getting to read a couple more chapters from Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga every week, even when I do have to post my summaries and commentary as well.  So here’s another pair of chapters from Komarr, one each from Ekaterin Vorsoisson and our hero, Miles Vorkosigan, wherein Ekaterin must face questioning under truth drugs about her husband’s death, and Miles makes a startling, and somewhat inconvenient, realization.

Chapter Thirteen

Ekaterin sits down at her comconsole and tries to organize the remains of her life.  Most urgent, she decides, is medical care for Nikki; Tien’s medical benefits last for a few more weeks, as does their lease on this apartment.  She also gets guaranteed passage back to Barrayar for her and Nikki as a death benefit.  Their weight allowance is limited, and she decides to give most of it to Nikki, whose treasures mean more to him, since she was willing to abandon most of the contents of the apartment a few hours ago.  She could get rid of Tien’s remaining effects at a second-hand store in the dome where she frequently shopped.

Thinking about Tien’s debts, and his embezzlement, starts to overwhelm her, so she pulls her mind back to Nikki.  She’s already done most of the research on potential treatment for Nikki, though Tien kept her from doing anything about it.  Legally, Nikki’s guardian is a distant cousin of Tien’s back on Barrayar, but she doesn’t anticipate any difficulty getting it transferred to herself.  In less than ten minutes, she gets an appointment with Nikki scheduled for two days hence at a top clinic in Solstice, and she is briefly furious that Tien kept this simple thing from being done for so long.

She writes a letter to Tien’s mother, unable to stomach recording a vid, describing Tien’s death as only a breath mask accident; she’s not sure how much information ImpSec would want her to share.  In the letter, she asks what her mother-in-law wanted done with Tien’s remains–likely being shipped back to Barrayar to bury beside his brother.

The physical was easy; she could be finished and packed in a week. The financial was . . . no, not impossible, just not possible to solve at once. Presumably she must take out a loan on longer terms to pay off the first one—assuming anyone would loan money to a destitute and unemployed widow. Tien’s antilegacy clouded the glimmerings of the new future she ached to claim for herself. She imagined a bird, released from ten years in a cage, told she could at last fly free—as soon as these lead weights were attached to her feet.

This bird’s going to get there if she has to walk every step.

A call comes in, from a man who introduces himself as Ser Anafi from the Rialto Sharemarket Agency, the company that Tien owed money to.  She tells him Tien is unavailable, and he asks her to pass on a warning that his loan is overdue.  Ekaterin asks about repayment options, then tells him about Tien’s death.  Anafi offers his condolences, and checks, but finds that the loan was not insured.  He offers to set up a repayment schedule for her if she can cosign for the loan.  Just then Miles knocks and enters the room; Ekaterin explains the situation.

“Ah. Allow me.” He stepped up to the comconsole and tapped in a code. The view split, and a gray-haired man with colonel’s tabs and Eye-of-Horus pins on his green uniform collar appeared.

“Colonel Gibbs,” said Lord Vorkosigan genially. “I have some more data for you regarding Administrator Vorsoisson’s financial affairs. Ser Anafi, meet Colonel Gibbs. ImpSec. He has a few questions for you. Good day.”

“ImpSec!” said Anafi in startled horror. “ImpSec? What does—” He blipped out at Lord Vorkosigan’s flourishing gesture.

Miles tells her not to sign anything without getting some legal advice; she may not be liable for Tien’s debts, which would instead have to be settled against his bankrupt estate.  Anafi may have been trying to get her to sign herself into liability anyway, probably knowing that she didn’t need to pay it, but could be talked into it in her state of recent bereavement.  Ekaterin thanks him, though she points out that she’ll need to learn to do these things herself; Miles agrees, and wishes that his family’s own financial advisor, Tsipis, was there to teach her.

He asks her what her plans are; she says she’ll likely be returning to Barrayar as soon as she can, though she’s not sure to where yet.  Her father, or her brothers, would take her in all right, but they’d likely want to marry her off again, which she doesn’t want.  Miles is silent for a little while, then asks what she would do if she could do anything.  Ekaterin isn’t used to that kind of open-ended thinking, but says that she wouldn’t mind going back to university, to learn more about the gardening that’s been her hobby up to now, biological and artistic training.

“So you could design gardens for pay?”

“More than that.” Her eyes narrowed, as she struggled for her inner vision.

“Planets? Terraforming?”

“Oh, good heavens. That training takes ten years, and another ten years of internship beyond it, before you can even begin to grasp the complexities.”

“So? They have to hire someone. Good God, they hired Tien.”

Miles says that what she needs is something in between, like a Barrayaran District, so she can work up to planets.  He quotes Elli Quinn’s saying, “Aim high.  You may still miss the target but at least you won’t shoot your foot off.”  Then he points out that she has other relatives–the Vorthyses–who would likely be glad to take her in and support her in her desire for education, and she could live in Vorbarr Sultana, near to the university, among other things…  She admits it sounds nice, particularly to have Nikki in a more settled environment, but she doesn’t like to be dependent, given the trouble it’s gotten her into so far.  Miles says not all kinds of dependency are bad, making a somewhat muddled metaphor comparing a greenhouse to a cryochamber–one promoting growth, the other retarding decay–and asserting that her aunt and uncle are likely more like the former.

He declares the matter settled, to Ekaterin’s amusement, and asks about food.  She offers to fix something, and Miles says that he already sent a minion for food, who should be returning soon.  She wonders that he’s so blasé about sending ImpSec agents on errands like that, but supposes that there are security considerations.  She asks whether anything new turned up on his investigation, but he says that Soudha and Foscol et al. are still on the loose.  He realizes that he feels so odd on this case because he’s one step behind, reacting instead of acting.  They can’t have known that Imperial Auditors were coming, but they obviously had their departure planned in advance.

He does have one idea, which he shares with her–that there’s more going on than an embezzlement scheme.  He can’t help picturing a new sort of weapon, maybe something like a gravitic imploder lance.  Or it might be some other form of sabotage, possibly designed to coincide with Gregor’s upcoming Komarran wedding.  Ekaterin isn’t that sounds like Soudha’s style, given that Tien’s death seemed to have been accidental.  Miles says that the soletta disaster may have been a test, possibly one that went awry.  He plans to get a list of missing equipment and give it to Vorthys to try to figure out; Ekaterin says he’ll probably growl at Miles, but that will just be a good sign.  Miles says that the fact of Foscol leaving that packet of incriminating evidence behind implies that they’re not worried about the long-term consequences, either because they’re fleeing, or because they’re ready to act.

Ekaterin asks if ImpSec knows he babbles, and he apologizes, saying that he must still be tired, but points out that she did encourage him, minimally.  He tells her he actually came back to rest, so he must be getting old.

Both their lives were out of phase with their chronological ages, Ekaterin realized bemusedly. She now possessed the education of a child and the status of a dowager. Vorkosigan . . . was young for his post, to be sure. But this whole posthumous second life of his was surely as old as you could be at any age. “Time is out of joint,” she murmured; he looked up sharply, and seemed about to speak.

Tuomonen arrives then, and Miles asks if she’s sure she wants to go through with this; she says she wants to get it over with and go get Nikki.  Tuomonen has brought a female medtech to administer the actual dose; she gives Ekaterin an allergy test, while Tuomonen sets up recording equipment.  Tuomonen warns Miles not to interfere too much with the questioning; once the medtech gives the all-clear, she injects Ekaterin with the fast-penta.

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Miles is already trying to lure Ekaterin to Vorbarr Sultana to be closer to him, whatever other enticements he’s giving her.  Though it does sound like a good plan, living with the Vorthyses and going to school.  I wonder if he has any particular District in mind for her to practice her arts on, perhaps?  By the way, it struck me at some point that none of the Districts on Barrayar seem to have names of their own–they’re all named, somewhat awkwardly, after their Counts.  So it’s not Vorkosigan District, it’s Vorkosigan’s District.  None of them ever had any common names?  After all, the Counts didn’t arise until after the Time of Isolation, right?  That leads me to wonder what the Encyclopedia Barrayara would look like.  Volume I: A-Voq.  Volume II-LX: Vora-Vorz. Volume LXI: Vos-Z, Index.  (Actually, in rereading Miles and Ivan’s conversation in Chapter 18 of ­The Warrior’s Apprentice, I see Ivan referring to “Dendarii Province” and Count Vordrozda being “Count of Lorimel”.  So now I’m just confused…or maybe Bujold just changed her mind?)

At least Miles earned himself a few points in disposing so efficiently of that loan guy.  (Loan officer?  Loan shark?  Loan arranger?)  I wonder if Komarran and Barrayaran law differs with regards to spousal liability.  Would a widow be required to redeem her husband’s debts?  Maybe not, I suppose.  It is a bit flabbergasting that, upon Tien’s death, Nikki’s guardianship did not devolve upon his wife, but upon the nearest male relative, even though that was a third cousin who had never met Nikki.  Now that’s a wee bit sexist…

Chapter Fourteen

Miles thought he could almost mark Ekaterin’s heartbeats, as the drug flooded her system. Her tightly clenched hands loosened in her lap. Tension in her face, neck, shoulders, and body melted away like snow in the sun. Her eyes widened and brightened, her pale cheeks flushed with soft color; her lips parted and curved, and she looked up at Miles, beyond Tuomonen, with an astonished sunny smile.

“Oh,” she said, in a surprised voice. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“No, fast-penta doesn’t hurt,” said Tuomonen, in a level, reassuring tone.

That isn’t what she means, Tuomonen. If a person lived in hurt like a mermaid in water, till hurt became as invisible as breath, its sudden removal—however artificial—must come as a stunning event.

Miles thinks about how beautiful she looks without the pain, just like in his dream.  It’s hard for him to contemplate how the pain will return when the fast-penta goes.  Tuomonen starts the questioning gradually, with innocuous questions, to which Ekaterin responds with fast-penta’s usual geniality; Miles wonders whether the med-tech being female was consideration on Tuomonen’s part, or just luck of the draw.  The questions draw closer to Tien’s job on Komarr, and then to the embezzlement scheme; Ekaterin’s story is substantially the same as she’d already told Miles.  Tuomonen asked about the money she’d transferred to him, and Miles manages to elicit that this was the money she’d saved for Nikki’s treatment; unfortunately, it’s already been paid to Rialto, so they likely won’t be able to get it back.

Tuomonen moves on to questions about Tien’s death–whether Ekaterin was involved in it or not (which she was not); she says she didn’t love him, or even hate him, any more.  She admits, when asked, that his death is somewhat of a relief, but she starts weeping about being glad.  Tuomonen asks more neutral questions to let her recover from this, then comes out and asks if, since her and Miles’s baggage were both in the hall, if they’d been planning to leave together.  Ekaterin says yes, but Miles managed to get her to clarify that it was more like “at the same time”.

Tuomonen, trying desperately for clarity and still with one eye on Miles, repeated, “Were you going to elope with Lord Vorkosigan?”

Her brows flew up. “No!” she said in astonishment.

No, of course not. Miles tried to recapture his first properly stunned reaction to the accusation, except that it now came out, What a great idea. Why didn’t I think of it? which rather blunted the fine edge of his outrage. Anyway, she’d never have run off with him. It was all he could do to get a Barrayaran woman to walk down the street with a sawed-off mutie like him . . . .

Oh hell. Have you fallen in love with this woman, idiot boy?

Um. Yeah.

He’d been falling for days, he realized in retrospect. It was just that he’d finally hit the ground. He should have recognized the symptoms. Oh, Tuomonen. The things we learn under fast-penta.

Tuomonen’s scenario does have a certain neatness to it, though Miles says it gives him a little too much credit for fast work.  Tuomonen merely replies that if he could think of it, so could somebody else, and it was best to clear it up when they could, since Miles himself isn’t a suitable fast-penta witness.  Ekaterin, meanwhile, is nattering on unashamedly random speculations about Miles’s scars and sex life, before Tuomonen stops her; Miles almost wishes he hadn’t.  Tuomonen says he’s finished with his questioning, and asks Miles if he has anything to add.  Miles refrains from adding any romantic questions, and merely points out that she managed not to contradict anything she said while not under fast-penta.

The medtech administers the antagonist, and Miles watches Ekaterin draw in upon herself as the fast-penta washes out of her system.  She doesn’t weep, though, but she does look exhausted; she apologizes for the confusion with hers and Miles’s bags.  Tuomonen thanks her for her cooperation, and suggests she rest for a while; the medtech takes her off the lie down.  Tuomonen apologizes to Miles for the questioning; Miles asks what’s next for ImpSec.  Tuomonen says they really need to find the fugitives, since everything seems to be in hand at the experiment station and the Terraforming offices.  Miles says it sounds like time for them both to get some rest.

Miles goes into Ekaterin’s workroom before he remembers the absence of the grav-bed; he spots the remains of the skellytum in the trash bin, and digs it out.  He tries to reassemble it, though he suspects it’s already too late; he gathers up the remnants of Barrayaran soil in a pan.  While he’s absently eulogizing it, he notices Ekaterin in the doorway, who seems puzzled at his activities.  He explains that he’s trying to see if anything can be salvaged of the skellytum, though he admits he’s not much of a gardener himself–he used to keep digging up his seeds to see if they’d sprouted yet.

She smiled, a real smile, not a fast-penta grin. We did not break her after all.

“No, you can’t put it back together,” she said. “The only way is to start over. What I could do is take the strongest root fragments—several of them, to make sure,” her long hands sorted through his pile, “and set them to soak in a hormone solution. And then when it starts to put out new growth, repot it.”

She suits actions to words, putting some fragments into her solution and setting them aside, with the remains of the dirt.  She says she was just going to leave it behind when she left, but now she should be able to ship these bits home in a sealed container, and hopefully replant it there.

Miles wishes he hadn’t realized his feelings for Ekaterin quite yet, because it’s lousy timing, and now he’s going to have to wait to do anything about them.  Ekaterin apologizes for anything inappropriate she might have said; Miles said he’d invited himself there, to be a “spotter” for her like she was for him.

She says she’d wanted the interrogation over with so she could go get Nikki, but now she’s not sure what to tell him, what she can tell him.  Miles says she can’t tell him much for details, since most of it is still classified; Ekaterin says she hadn’t even told him she was leaving Tien.  Miles says that, for now, she should just tell him it was a breath mask accident, and he offers to be the person who tells Nikki the rest of the story later, or even just tells him that they can’t tell him.  He offers to introduce Nikki to a friend of his back in Vorbarr Sultana (i.e. Gregor) who went through something similar, finding out sordid details about his father’s death and having trouble dealing with it.

Ekaterin says she also has to tell Nikki about Vorzohn’s Dystrophy, now that he has an actual appointment for it; Tien never let her mention it before.  She asks Miles about his own history of medical procedures, and he offers some bits of advice–don’t lie about what’s going to hurt, don’t leave him alone…  He offers to accompany them to Solstice if he can; when she protests he must have duties, he says that there’s little more they can do until they turn up Soudha and confederates.  She admits she would be grateful for the company.

Vorthys arrives then, and Ekaterin goes to greet him; he greets his niece with a sympathetic hug.  Vorthys decides to go with Ekaterin to fetch Nikki, Miles successfully curbing his lovesick impulse to volunteer to go along.  He wanders around the apartment, telling himself he should move out to a hotel like he keeps saying he will, since apparently his presence is beginning to raise a few rumours among the guards.  Instead, he finds himself asking for a military bedroll, before napping on the couch.

When the other return, Nikki seems quiet, turning inward like his mother.  Miles sends ImpSec minions for more food, and later he and Vorthys head off to compare notes.  Some of the equipment found in space seems to be interesting indeed, including heavy-duty power-transfer equipment Miles would have expected to see on a jumpship, which had exploded quite spectacularly.  Gibbs calls them in the middle of their examination, quite pleased about something; it turns out that he’s found a definite link: serial number from equipment found in orbit that trace back to a Waste Heat purchase.  Miles is quite happy for this proof that there is a relationship between the two cases after all.

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Okay, so the interrogation was from Miles’s point of view.  I guess I did remember the part where the fast-penta seemed to make her so cheerful, but I couldn’t recall if we saw that from inside or outside.  Outside does make more sense, I suppose.  Plus I wasn’t sure if there was a full chapter’s worth of events before the interrogation, for Ekaterin to do.  But the smarmy shareholder guy was there to fill in the gap.

The big news in this chapter, of course, is that Miles realizes that he’s in love with Ekaterin.  Once again, Bujold comes through with the “worst possible thing”.  Or maybe not, after twice falling in love with women who couldn’t stand the whole “being on Barrayar” part of being married to Miles.  At least Ekaterin (whose name, like the other two, also starts with “E”) doesn’t have that problem.  No, she just happens to be recently widowed from a horrible ordeal of a marriage, and of course probably nowhere close to being in the mood to start a new relationship.  Oh, well, patience is one of Miles’s virtues, right?

Plus, finally, solid proof that the whole Waste Heat/Terraforming plot is indeed inextricably tied to the soletta accident–which one could be forgiven for having practically forgotten about, by this point in the book.  It loomed so large in the first few chapters, as a horrible blow to the terraforming of Komarr–but it’s barely been mentioned directly for chapters now.  The closest we’ve gotten for a while are allusions to debris being collected in orbit…though Miles does think of the soletta as he’s reassembling the skellytum.  (Which is definitely a metaphor for Ekaterin’s marriage, as she searches through the debris for a few pieces which may be able to sprout again on Barrayar.)


And that’s it for another week, two more chapters, though there were times I felt like I’d only be able to do one.  I did want to get the fast-penta scene, though, which gave me enough momentum to do both chapters.  I don’t necessarily promise two for next week, but I guess we’ll see how I do.

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If this were the last night of world, what would you be doing?  Probably spending time with your loved ones, or perhaps looting.  Certainly not reading the Vorkosigan Saga Reread.  So, with any luck, there will be a tomorrow, and you can go ahead and read the next installment guilt-free.  This week we cover two more chapters of Lois McMaster Bujold’s novel Komarr, in which Ekaterin rescues Miles Vorkosigan from his shackles, and deals with her husband’s death.

Chapter Eleven

Ekaterin is just making one last check of the apartment before leaving for good, when the comconsole chimes.  She almost doesn’t answer, but she considers that it might be Tuomonen or somebody looking for Miles, or her uncle; on the other hand, it could be Tien.  She decides to answer, though vowing to hang up immediately if it is Tien.

It turns out to be Lena Foscol, from Tien’s department; Ekaterin immediately recalls her name coming up in the overheard call from the night before, as a “meticulous thief”, so she must be involved in the whole embezzlement plot.  Foscol is wearing a parka, as if she just came in from outside.  She tells Ekaterin to come pick up her husband at the Waste Heat station, and where she can find him.  Ekaterin asks if he can’t get a ride with anyone else, but Foscol, smiling, says everyone else has left, and cuts off.

This will be a major hassle for her; she’ll have to rent a flyer from out of her meagre funds, and she was already wondering if she wanted to pay for lodgings that night or not.  Foscol hadn’t mentioned Miles, and if he’s not there, then Tien would insist on piloting on the return trip, and he might try to kill himself again, and take her with him…  Only the thought of Nikki, and the fact that she and Tien will still have to have some sort of working relationship for taking care of him, keeps her from deciding to just leave Tien out there.

The bubble-car trip to the rental place is delayed half an hour, and the flyer she rents isn’t in the best condition, but she feels better when she’s actually flying through the solitude of the Komarran night.  She briefly entertains a fantasy of just flying off somewhere, but she has obligations–for one, she’ll have to earn herself some money just to pay her and Nikki’s passage home to Barrayar, or else resort to borrowing money from her family.  She sternly admonishes herself to do whatever is necessary to accomplish what she needs to.

As she approaches the Waste Heat station, she sees lights on and plenty of vehicles in the light, and is annoyed that Foscol evidently lied to her.  On the bright side, maybe she won’t have to ride back with Tien after all.  After she lands, she goes inside to try to arrange another ride, but finds the station deserted, and in disarray, with vacant rooms, and a slagged comconsole.  She isn’t quite sure where to find Tien, from Foscol’s directions, so she heads back outside to circle the building.

Halfway around, she spots two odd figures up against the railing, and hurries over to find Miles and Tien; it’s immediately obvious that Tien is dead.  Miles, on the other hand, is still alive, to her relief, though both are still shackled to the railing.  She’s very glad that Nikki isn’t with her, and she wonders how she’ll break the news to him.  She tells Miles she’s going to get some cutters, but he tells her there’s supposed to be a key on the walkway.  She finds it and fumblingly unlocks Miles, though she has to unstick the cuffs from his bloody flesh, and grab him to keep him from pitching forward once he’s fully free.  His legs feel cold and stiff, and she rubs them to try to get the warmth back into them.

Miles tells her to leave Tien’s body for Tuomonen, as well as the packet of information on his back.  He apologizes for having been unable to do anything; Ekaterin tells him they need to get inside to the warmth, and she helps him to the building entrance.  Once inside, he asks her to hit the button on his wristcom, his fingers too numb to do much yet, and she removes their breath masks.  Miles tells Tuomonen to come out to the Waste Heat station, with forensics and a medical team; Tuomonen is furious that Miles went out there without checking with him, especially after learning that Tien is dead, but promises to get there as soon as possible.

Miles apologizes again for being unable to save Tien, then suddenly remembers the power plant.  He tells Ekaterin they might have sabotaged it to blow up, and she helps him to go check it out.  He examines all the readouts, and says it doesn’t look like it’s set for self-destruct, but he’s not sure why not.  He tells her how he and Tien came out, and asks what she’s doing there; she tells him about Lena Foscol’s call, which she almost didn’t answer.  Miles assures her that Foscol would certainly have called someone else if Ekaterin hadn’t been there; he asks about the time of the call, then tells her fiercely that Tien was already dead by the time Foscol had called, so she couldn’t have saved him.  He tells her how Soudha had stunned them, and it was Tien’s own bad breath-mask habits that had killed him.  Ekaterin says that it wouldn’t have occurred to Komarrans that anybody might go out without a fully charged breath mask.  He tells her that he doesn’t think it was intentional murder, at least.

“Death from stupidity,” she said bitterly. “Consistent to the end.”

He glanced up at her, his eyes not so much startled as aware, and questioning. “Ah?”

“Lord Auditor Vorkosigan.” She swallowed; her throat was so tight it felt like a muscle spasm. The silence in the building, and outside, was eerie in its emptiness. She and Vorkosigan might as well have been the only two people left alive on the planet. “You should know, when I said Foscol called as I was leaving . . . I was leaving. Leaving Tien. I’d told him so, when he came home from the department tonight, and just before he went back, I suppose, to get you. What did he do?”

He took this in without much response at first, as if thinking it over. “All right,” he echoed himself softly at last. He glanced across at her. “Basically, he came in babbling about some embezzlement scheme which had been going on in Waste Heat Management, apparently for quite some time. He sounded me out about declaring him an Imperial Witness, which he seemed to think would save him from prosecution. It’s not quite that simple. I didn’t commit myself.”

“Tien would hear what he wanted to hear,” she said softly.

She tells him about Tien’s pathological fear that someone might find out about his Vorzohn’s; he’d only found out himself after his brother had killed himself over it.  Nikki, who was a baby then, had been a body-birth–which had seemed romantic and heroic at the time–so he’d never gotten gene-scanned either.  He’d planned to get it treated offplanet, which added to the cost, and they’d never managed to save up enough for it.  For the past few months, he’d seemed more confident about it, because of this embezzlement scheme of Soudha’s, which he was taking a cut of.  She said she found the bribes in his financial records, and apologizes to Miles for being so angry at him for looking at hers.  She tells him about the money he’d gotten which he had then mostly blown on trade fleet shares.

All?

“Well, no, not quite all. About three-quarters of it.” At his astonished look, she added, “Tien’s luck has always been like that.”

“I always used to say you made your own luck. Though I’ve been forced to eat those words often enough, I don’t say it so much anymore.”

“Well . . . I think it must be true, or how else could his luck have been so consistently bad? The only common factor in all the chaos was Tien.” She leaned her head back wearily. “Though I suppose it might have been me, somehow.” Tien often said it was me.

Miles asks if she loved her husband, and Ekaterin, forced to honesty, said she must have, once, but for a long time it’s been reduced to cleaning up after him, until she stopped caring at all.  She felt like he’d fall down without her, and it turned out she was right.  She thinks to herself that Tien’s death won’t have simplified her life at all–instead of divorcing him, she has to clean up his bankrupt estate.  But at least she won’t have to deal with Tien while doing it.  She asks if Tien will be charged, and Miles says that only rarely, in Barrayaran law, are charges pressed against the dead, but she’ll probably have to testify.

Miles says they probably took his stunner, searches his pockets, then looks alarmed and says they’ve taken his Auditor’s Seal.  While it will give them access to a lot of government computers, though, it is also traceable by ImpSec.  He calls Tuomonen back and informs him of this circumstance.  Somewhat recovered, he insists on searching the building, with only occasional assistance from Ekaterin; by the time they reach the lobby, Tuomonen and his men have arrived.

“My lord!” said Tuomonen, pulling down his breath mask. His tone of voice sounded familiarly maternal to Ekaterin’s ear, halfway between Thank God you’re safe and I’m going to strangle you with my bare hands.

“Good evening, Captain,” said Vorkosigan genially. “So glad to see you.”

“You didn’t notify me!”

“Yes, it was entirely my mistake, and I’ll be certain to note your exoneration in my report,” Vorkosigan said soothingly.

He assures Tuomonen that most of his injuries are self-inflicted.  He tell Tuomonen to come with him to the back of the building, where they should record everything they find, and retrieve Tien’s body; Ekaterin gives them the key to the restraints, and Miles tells her to wait there.  When they return, Miles finally submits to having his wounded wrists treated, though he’s more concerned about an incipient seizure, and insists he needs to get back to Serifosa.  Miles asks Ekaterin if Tien had ever mentioned anything going on with the scam apart from the money, but she had never heard anything to that effect.  Tuomonen tells Miles that, even if they didn’t know about Miles’s seizures and Tien’s breath mask, he wants to call it attempted murder for the purposes of issuing a security alert.

Miles says that there’s still something funny about this.  Even Komarran patriots, who might not balk at robbing Barrayarans blind, should stop short of robbing their own terraforming project.  If they weren’t just trying to get rich, what were they spending the money on?  They took two vans of equipment but left their personal effects behind; they didn’t split up to make it easier to escape, but left in a group.  They were working on something out here, and Miles hopes that the techs can find out what it was.  He wishes they had Marie Trogir, or that he’d fast-penta’d Madame Radovas.  He insists again that he has to go back to Serifosa; Tuomonen insists on a guard, and Ekaterin, feeling foolish, says she has to return the rented flyer.  Then she recalls that she can go back to her own apartment now after all.

The presence of Miles and the guard causes some odd looks at the rental office, but their bubble-car trip is private and undelayed.  When they reach her apartment, though, they find the lock broken and the door ajar.  The guard goes inside, stunner out, and emerges a few minutes later to confirm that someone was in there, but they’re gone now.  Her and Miles’s respective suitcases had been broken open and searched, and a few drawers searched, but little else seems to have been done.  Miles takes a brief look and reports that his data-case had been taken, and he calls Tuomonen to report the situation.

He does find his odd device in its gel-pack case, and asks Ekaterin for her help.  He explains that the device is used to trigger seizures in a controlled situation to keep them from happening at inconvenient times.  With all his recent stress, he suspects he’s overdue, and wants to get it over with.  He says he prefers to have a spotter to make sure nothing goes wrong while he’s under.  They head for the living room, where she encourages him to lie on the floor so he won’t be able to fall.  He inserts a plastic mouthguard and is about to trigger the device when Ekaterin asks if it could have been sabotaged.  Miles swears to himself, and says all he was thinking was that he should stop putting off his seizure.

Then his eyes roll up and he falls over in a seizure.  Ekaterin puts his mouthguard back in, watching his body twitch and shudder, his face oddly free of his personality.  It seems like a long time, but it’s only three minutes before the seizure is over, and another minute after that before he awakens again.  He apologizes, and promises to get out of her way soon; she asks him to keep the guard there, at least, until her lock is repaired.  In fact, she enlists the guard to put him to bed, since he doesn’t seem as unaffected by the aftermath of the seizure as he’d led her to believe.  They put him in Nikki’s room, which lacks a comconsole and so gives Miles a greater chance of uninterrupted sleep.  The guard takes up station in the living room, and Ekaterin takes some painkillers and lies down fully dressed on her own bed, where, despite everything, she manages to drift off to sleep.

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When I stopped after the last chapter, I was trying to remember what Ekaterin was doing while Miles was being rescued from the Waste Heat station.  Apparently I had completely forgotten that she was the one who was sent to pick him up.  A good call on the part of the author–and justified plotwise too, since they took the opportunity to toss the apartment while she was out–for dealing with the potential difficulty of having strictly alternating POV chapters and then having to find something for one character to do when something exciting is happening to the other character.

I remember, in the earlier books, that I always wanted to avoid trying to use the past tense of “fast-penta”, since I wasn’t sure how it might be spelled, and I don’t recall if the author ever used it herself.  It looks like by this point, at least, she had settled on “fast-penta’d”, which I guess is okay.  I’ve long been under the impression that this is a reasonably legitimate use of the apostrophe, for adding a suffix to a word in an unorthodox way, even for plurals, as in “60’s” or “straight A’s”, so I guess it’ll work in this case.  People will often use something in spoken language that can’t be written without breaking any number of rules, in any case, and brave writers will then try to write it down anyway.

It’s a little bit funny for Miles to have a spontaneous seizure when he was about to use his seizure stimulator anyway.  I almost picture the first draft having him using the stimulator as intended, and then an early reader pointing out that they should check to see if it had been sabotaged first…so she came up with a revised version of the scene.  Miles is definitely lucky not to have had his seizure while shackled up like that, at least, but it was a good point of tension.

Also amused to note that this time Ekaterin has no compunctions about putting Miles in Nikki’s bed, whereas before she balked because the congruence of sizes seemed too insulting.  Good to know she’s gotten past that.

Chapter Twelve

Miles awakens with a horrible combination of post-seizure and stun hangover, to find himself in Nikki’s room; Ekaterin is waking him up to tell him of Tuomonen’s arrival.

“Ah,” said Miles thickly. He struggled upright. Madame Vorsoisson was holding out a tray with a large mug of black coffee and a bottle of painkiller tablets. Two tablets had already been extracted from the bottle, and lay ready for ingestion beside the cup. Only in his imagination did a heavenly choir supply background music. “Oh. My.”

Miles has only been asleep for about four hours, but, considering what might have been going on in those hours, he refuses to go back to bed.  Ekaterin tells him that Tuomonen found his seal, so he decides against having a shower before talking to him.  He does a few stretches to work out stiffness, trying to figure out what to say to Ekaterin; he settles on asking if she’s all right, and wishing he could fix it somehow.

He goes out to the living room, where Tuomonen is waiting, and deliberately does not stop Ekaterin from joining them.  Tuomonen gives Miles his seal, which seems freshly washed, and Miles guesses, correctly, that it was found in a sewer pipe; Tuomonen says they luckily acquired technical help in retrieving it, rather than just blasting the pipe open with plasma arcs.  Miles surmises that they’d deliberately lured Ekaterin out of the apartment before breaking in and opening up his data case, and then disposing of it down the toilet.  The data case mostly contained classified reports about the soletta accident.

Tuomonen says they plan to head over the Terraforming offices, fast-penta everyone there, and try to figure out who’s missing because they’ve fled and who are just fictional.  Miles says they probably won’t find out anything new, but they might as well try.  Tuomonen tells Ekaterin that because of her husband’s suspicious death, she’ll need to be fast-penta’d as well.  Miles protests that there wasn’t anything suspicious about Tien’s death, since he was right there, but Tuomonen points out that she can be cleared as a suspect.  Ekaterin merely asks Tuomonen when he wants to do it, and he says it won’t be until afternoon, and asks her to stay put until then.  She says she will need to pick up Nikki sometime, but on the whole prefers it to be after her interrogation, once Tuomonen assures her that he won’t be hearing about his father’s death from anyone else first.  He also tells her, at Miles’s urging, that ImpSec will be monitoring her comconsoles for any calls, in case anyone tries to contact Tien, not realizing he’s dead.

Miles asks for a secure vid-link so he can make some calls himself, in particular to Vorthys, and also asks Tuomonen to check his medical equipment for tampering.  He asks about the data-packet left with Tien–not elaborating on its contents in Ekaterin’s presence–and Tuomonen says it’s been turned over to an ImpSec analyst; ImpSec HQ has sent him reinforcements.  He says that the data could be quite helpful in untangling the embezzlement scheme, which is puzzling, of course, since it will incriminate the Komarrans conspirators as much as Tien.  An ImpSec tech leaves, having copied all the comconsole data, and Miles asks for someone to repair her broken door-lock as well, and leave a guard on duty until then.

Tuomonen leaves, and Miles finally bathes and dresses, beginning to feel human; he goes to the kitchen for breakfast and coaxes Ekaterin, who hasn’t eaten yet either, into having breakfast as well.  She makes them some groats; while they eat, she asks about fast-penta.  He tells her about his own idiosyncratic, manic reaction; he said that the degree of ugliness that comes out in the interrogation with most people generally depends on whether you fight the effects or not, and if you cooperate then you mostly just say what you would have said anyway.  He tells her he’s noticed that she tends to underreact, and she says it came of growing up with three older brothers, the youngest of whom would tease her mercilessly.  He was witty enough to get away with it, and her mother mostly told her to just not react.

Miles bit his knuckles, hard. Right. So at the dawn of puberty, she’d learned no one would defend her, she could not defend herself, and the only way to survive was to pretend to be dead. Great. And if there were a more fatally wrong move some awkward fellow could possibly make at this moment than to take her in his arms and try to comfort her, it escaped his wildest imaginings. If she needed to be stone right now because it was the only way she knew how to survive, let her be marble, let her be granite. Whatever you need, you take it, Milady Ekaterin; whatever you want, you’ve got it.

Miles tells her about his own loutish relative, cousin Ivan, though he had Sergeant Bothari to keep things from going too far.  She asks where the Sergeant is now, and Miles says he’d dead, partly because of Miles’s actions, but he taught Miles how to keep going, which he silently hopes Ekaterin will find encouraging.  He adds that she is, at the very least, level-headed in an emergency, which seems to please her, enough that Miles wonders how starved for praise she’s become.

Miles would like the conversation to continue, but breakfast is over, and then the ImpSec tech arrives with the secure comconsole.  Ekaterin turns to cleaning as the tech sets up the station in Tien’s office.  Miles prepares to face a several-second time-lagged conversation with Vorthys.  He starts out with a bald announcement of the facts, then waits for Vorthys’s responses to the news.  He goes on to give details about the previous day’s events; by the end, Vorthys is appalled, and promises to come back down planetside.  He had been thinking of asking Miles to come up to look at some odd, and distorted, pieces of equipment, in case he’d seen anything like it before; some of it has serial numbers on it, too, which Miles asks him to send to Colonel Gibbs at ImpSec, who’s tracing purchases made by the Terraforming Project.
Miles tells Vorthys about the impending fast-penta interrogation of Ekaterin; Vorthys says he wouldn’t want to be there himself, as a conflict of interest, and asks Miles to sit in on it instead to keep the interrogators in line.  Miles suggests that Vorthys send for his wife to come join Ekaterin, which Vorthys finds an excellent idea.  Miles says it’s almost time to bring in Ekaterin to talk to him herself, but before he does, he wants to ask what Vorthys’s impression of the Vorsoissons’ marriage is, so he can try to keep the interrogator from getting into bad territory.

Vorthys doesn’t want to speak ill of the dead, but tries to give a summary of the facts.  Ekaterin’s father had known Tien’s, and Tien had just left the military for the civil service, and seemed to have a bright future ahead of him, though he hadn’t risen too far in the military…  Ekaterin’s father was a widower looking to remarry, and felt that he should get Ekaterin “settled”, i.e. married, before he did.  Tien sent a Baba to arrange the marriage, and Ekaterin seemed flattered, so they went ahead with it.  Her father, low Vor but still a Vor snob for all of that, hadn’t wanted her to settle for some non-Vor type.  Things seemed to start out well, and Nikki arrived, but Tien changed jobs frequently, and never did seem to settle down, and Ekaterin seemed to draw in on herself over time.  Miles says that Ekaterin may be able to explain more of it herself, and goes to fetch her.

Ekaterin. He tasted the syllables of her name in his mind. It had been so easy, speaking with her uncle, to slip into the familiar form. But she had not yet invited him to use her first name. Her late husband had called her Kat. A pet name. A little name. As if he hadn’t had time to pronounce the whole thing, or wished to be bothered. It was true her full array, Ekaterin Nile Vorvayne Vorsoisson, made an impractical mouthful. But Ekaterin was light on the teeth and the tip of the tongue, yet elegant and dignified and entirely worth an extra second of, of anyone’s time.

The door repair tech and another guard arrive, and Miles enjoins them both to stay and guard Ekaterin until he returns, and do any other repairs she may need; then he heads off to the Terraforming offices.  It’s quite well-guarded now, with ImpSec everywhere, though a little too late to do any good now.  Colonel Gibbs is in the office with Venier, who Miles is somewhat gratified not to have been one of those who fled.  Gibbs tells Miles he’s figured out most of the fictitious employees, and Lena Foscol’s report seems clear.  Miles warns him to be careful of any data she’s touched, and Gibbs says he’s acquired the utmost respect for her, and looks forward to dealing with her.

Miles tells Gibbs to try to track down equipment purchases; Gibbs says he’s found some dummy companies they would have used for them, and he hopes to have all the missing money accounted for soon.  Miles says he’s more interested in the actual equipment, in particular anything which was bought but not found at the Waste Heat station or anywhere else, though sifting it out may be a tedious job.  Gibbs says it sounds like a job for enlisted men.  In particular, Miles says, he wants to know about anything odd, or anything that might match equipment found in the soletta accident; Gibbs is enlightened about why the Imperial Auditors are involved in this embezzlement scam.

Miles goes to check in with Tuomonen, who is organizing the fast-penta interrogations, which he says will take several days to get through; he says they haven’t tracked down Soudha and his friends yet.  Miles passes on overseeing any of the employee interrogations, and says he’ll see Tuomonen for Ekaterin’s questioning, after he’s had some rest.

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Is this where we first begin to see Miles falling for Ekaterin?  He was attracted to her from the beginning, it seemed, but was trying to keep such thoughts firmly in rein, what with her being married and all.  Now he’s allowing himself to think the thoughts, but, of course, being recently widowed (even if she was planning to leave him anyway), and involved in his investigation, she’s still off-limits.  He’s still trying to make discreet offers of help, but they are also opening up to each other.

Ekaterin seems fairly equable about the fast-penta interrogation, though perhaps she’s just underreacting again.  She does ask Miles for some reassurances, which of course he tries to give her.  I presume we’ll see that scene in the next chapter or two.  Is it from her point of view, or Miles’s?  I can’t recall, but I suspect that it will be from hers.

As for the actual investigation, nothing much new.  We’re not even two-thirds of the way through the book, so there’s room for a few more plot twists, but I can’t recall when they find out what’s really going on.  Why these Komarrans were stealing money from their own terraforming project, what the equipment was that they carted off with them, and what this all has to do with the soletta accident…  All open questions, still.

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I recall a couple more scenes that should be coming up soon, but I don’t quite recall how we transition to the climax that I recall.  I guess we’ll just keep going and eventually it will become clear.  Still another nine chapters, probably five more weeks; I’m almost impatient to get on to the post-Komarr reward which is A Civil Campaign, but it will come in due time.  Until next week, then…

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Typhoons! Earthquakes! Hurricanes! Tornados! Smog!  Amid the myriad disasters wracking the modern world, there is one shining bright spot (well, more than one, really, but no fewer than one): the Vorkosigan Saga Reread!  Holding back the zombie apocalypse and looming earth-striking asteroids, I post here my synopsis and comments for two more chapters of Lois McMaster Bujold’s book Komarr, from her award-winning and just generally awesome Vorkosigan Saga.  In Chapters Nine and Ten, Ekaterin Vorsoisson takes a stand, and Miles Vorkosigan takes a chance, which, unfortunately, does not turn out as well as could be hoped…

Chapter Nine

Ekaterin packs Miles’s possessions up for him, not sure what the odd medical device might be.

Vorkosigan’s war story of his Sergeant Beatrice burned in Ekaterin’s mind, as the marks on her wrists seemed to burn. O fortunate man, that his missed grasp had passed in a fraction of a second. What if he had had years to think about it first? Hours to calculate the masses and forces and the true arc of descent? Would it have been cowardice or courage to let go of a comrade he could not possibly have saved, to save himself at least? He’d had a command, he’d had responsibilities to others, too. How much would it have cost you, Captain Vorkosigan, to have opened your hands and deliberately let go?

She’s sent Nikolai’s to a friend’s for the night, which took longer than she’d planned, and returned the rented grav-bed.  She hoped that Miles would take the hint and decamp immediately when he returned.  She’s barely had time to start on packing her own things, though.  Looking over the remnants of her plants, she decides she’s going to have abandon most of it, just like her marriage.  She packs her library, but leaves her furniture, thinking that it’s like rescuing possessions from a fire, except in slow motion.  She can’t bear to leave behind her great-aunt’s skellytum plant, though.

As she’s trying to figure out how to transport it, Tien returns, asking about dinner; he says that Miles stayed behind at the office.  She tells Tien to sit down, then says she’s leaving him, saying she’s “come to the end of herself”.  Tien reacts with astonishment, then accusations of infidelity, which she denies levelly.  Tien presses her for a reason, grabbing her, and she finally says she found out about the trade fleet shares.  She asks if he got the money from Soudha, and he begins to accuse her of nagging him into getting more money.

As he paced, sputtering, his eye fell on the bright red skellytum, sitting in its basin on the kitchen table. “You don’t love me. You only love yourself. Selfish, Kat! You love your damned potted plants more than you love me. Here, I’ll prove it to you.”

He snatched up the pot and pressed the control for the door to the balcony. It opened a little too slowly for his dramatic timing, but he strode through nonetheless, and whirled to face her. “Which shall it be to go over the railing, Kat? Your precious plant, or me? Choose!”

She neither spoke nor moved. Now he will attempt to terrify me with suicide gestures. This made, what, the fourth time around for that ploy? His trump card, which had always before ended the game in his favor.

She says nothing, and eventually he drops the pot over the edge, and she listens for the crash.  She berates him for not checking if there was anybody to be injured by it.  Eventually his anger winds down and he asks how he can get through to her; she says she wants her honour back, but he can’t give it to her.  He says he did it all for her, and she says that apparently he never managed to find out who she was or what she wanted.  He says he can’t afford to confess, and she says all she wants is to not have to lie any more.

He says that custody of Nikki is his, by Barrayaran law, which is a tactic he’s never tried before; he belatedly realizes that Nikki is nowhere around, and says she can’t keep his son away from him.  She thinks that he can’t have custody if he’s in prison, but she also wonders whether he’d really challenge her to get Nikki.

Tien then says that he’ll fix everything, that he has a plan, and she should wait until he comes back.  She makes no promises, merely resumes her packing, but he dashes off.  Then she heads down to see what can be salvaged from the wreck of the skellytum.

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A fairly short, but intense chapter, as Ekaterin finally ends it with Tien.  Would this all have happened without the events of the other plotline as a catalyst?  If Soudha was just siphoning off money from, well, government funding, I guess, and was still paying Tien off…  He wouldn’t have had any impetus to fix his behaviour, but it might never have gotten bad enough to cross Ekaterin’s threshold.  Though we can hope.

The skellytum–which was the symbol for what, again?  Well, if it was their marriage, then Tien just threw it over the ledge, and Ekaterin is going to see if she can salvage anything from its wreckage.

Chapter Ten

Miles reads through files of Waste Heat plentiful roster of employees, few of which were at the office; he assumes they must be out at the experimental station, which he now wishes he’d started the day’s investigation at.  Not that he’s sure he knows what he’d be looking for.  He hopes that ImpSec can manage to find Marie Trogir.

He hears footsteps, and looks up to see Tien Vorsoisson, out of breath, and carrying two coats and a visitor’s breath mask.  He tells Miles has to show him something that he’s just discovered…out at the Waste Heat station.  Tien says he wants to take Miles out there right now, while everyone’s gone.  Miles agrees, accepts the breath mask and checks it before putting it and the jacket on.  Tien grabs his own breath mask, and takes him down to the garage, where they get in a lightflyer.

Miles asks Tien what’s going on; Tien asks about how he might become an Imperial Witness.  Miles, not sure of the procedure, says he thinks it’s usually negotiated on a case-by-case basis, and privately thinks that it happens much more rarely in these days of fast-penta, though he admits that as an Imperial Auditor he can make it happen if he wants to.  As they lift off, Miles asks why, and Tien eventually says he’s managed to accumulate evidence of a crime, and finally has enough to come forward.  He tells Miles that Soudha is running Waste Heat as an empty shell, with ghost employees and fictitious equipment purchases, and Soudha has “tried” to bribe him to keep quiet.  Nobody knows enough to check the science, and Tien suspects they’ve manufactured most of their reports.

Miles asks if Radovas’s death is related, and Tien says he doesn’t think so, since Radovas quit before he did; Miles points out they only have Soudha’s word for that.  Soudha could have faked more than his reports; Miles realizes that much of the data he’s siphoned from the Waste Heat computers is likely worthless.  But technical staffers like Radovas must have known what was going on, and likely been in on the scam.

“I want you to remember, I found this. I turned them in. Just as soon as I was sure.”

His repeated insistence on that last point hinted broadly to Miles’s ear that his knowledge of this fascinating piece of peculation predated his assurance by a noticeable margin. Had Soudha’s bribe been not just offered, but accepted? Till the bubble burst. Was Miles witnessing an outbreak of patriotic duty on Vorsoisson’s part, or an unseemly rush to get Soudha and Company before they got him?

Belatedly, Miles wonders if going off with Tien like this, with no bodyguard and no notice to Tuomonen, was a smart thing to do.  But he suspects that ImpSec presence might put a damper on Tien’s eagerness to spill the beans.  Still, he won’t disillusion Tien about his chances for getting off scott free until he has some backup, as soon as he can get a quiet moment to call for some.  Tien also asks him to tell Ekaterin what he’s done; Miles reminds him that he still needs to see proof.

They draw near to the experimental station, which seems to be quite well-lit, not darkened as vacant as Tien seems to be expecting.  Floodlights are on, and vans are loading.  Miles almost asks Tien to land the lightflyer out of sight of the building, but Tien puts it down in the parking lot instead.  Tien says that they know him, but Miles should stay out of sight.  They get out of the lightflyer, breath masks on, Miles keeping Tien in sight.  Miles tells Tien to go into the Engineering building, though he half expects to find out that Tien is completely wrong about what’s going on.

Inside the building, they spot Soudha and Madame Radovas, who also spot them.  Miles tries to get out his stunner, but Soudha gets the drop on him and stuns him first, Miles wondering belatedly what it’ll do to his seizure stimulator.
He reawakens with a stunner migraine, bright lights shining on him, but still wearing his breath mask, so he restrains his incipient nausea.  His arms are shackled to posts of a railing outside the building.  His commlink is still on his wrist, where he can’t reach it to activate it, and it’s designed to be resistant to bumps.  He can’t tell if he had a seizure already, or if he’s still due.  Tien is chained to the railing to his right, and stil unconscious.

He smiled grimly under his mask. All things considered, he’d rather Vorsoisson were free and able to try for help. Better still, leave Vorsoisson fastened there, free himself to try for help. But twisting his hands in their tight chains merely scraped his wrists raw.

Tien still hasn’t recovered consciousness by the time Miles hears footsteps, which prove to belong to the accountant Lena Foscol, who Miles remembers from the briefing.  She greets Miles and takes out a key to their shackles, which she leaves out of reach between Miles and Tien.  Obviously they expect someone to come for Miles, and also expect to be gone themselves by that time.  She takes out a data disk which she claims contains a complete record of the bribes Tien has taken, and tapes it to the back of Miles’s jacket, saying that’s much better than just mailing it to Tuomonen.  Miles begins to ask her questions, but she says she has no plans to stay around and chat with him.  Tien begins to wake up, and Foscol lingers just long enough to be sure he isn’t going to be sick, then leaves, admonishing them not to hurt themselves before they get collected.  A lift-van leaves shortly after, leaving them in silence.  Miles half expects Soudha to have left the reactor to self-destruct, but since Foscol seems to expect the evidence to be retrieved, perhaps not.

Tien has regained full consciousness, and asks Miles what’s going on; Miles says they must have realized their time was up, and decided to run for it.  Miles and Tien were chained up to keep them out of the way.  Miles asks Tien when he first found out about the embezzlement scheme; Tien says it was just a week ago, though Foscol had claimed more like eight months.  Miles isn’t sure she didn’t invent the evidence, but that was a matter for ImpSec, for later.  He asks if Tien thanks that’s all that was going on; they must have had weeks of time to plan their retreat, but rather than sneaking out of the Empire with their money, they’re taking off vans full of equipment with them.

Vorsoisson is quiet for a few minute, then tells Miles that his oxygen is almost gone.  Miles realizes that Tien hadn’t checked his mask before they left, and Ekaterin’s earlier reminder may have indicated a certain amount of carelessness about it.  Miles almost wishes his hand bones were brittle enough for him to break them and pull his wrists out of the restraints, but now they’re hard and plastic.  Tien begins to struggle, to wrench out of his shackles, though Miles implores him to save his strength and oxygen in case he still has enough to last until rescue.  Miles hopes that the plan wasn’t to kill both of them, though killing an Imperial Auditor is an act of treason just barely short of killing the Emperor himself.

Vorsoisson wriggled his chin and tried to peer down over his nose into the dim recesses of his jacket to see the top of the canister strapped there. “Oh, God. I think it’s reading zero.”

“Those things always have some safety margin. Stay still, man! Try for some self-control!”

Instead Vorsoisson began to struggle ever more frantically. He threw himself forward and backward with all his considerable strength, trying to break the railing. Blood drops flew from the flayed skin of his wrists, and the railing reverberated and bent, but it did not break. He pulled up his knees and then flung himself down through the meter-wide opening between the posts, trying to propel his full body weight against the chains. They held, and then his backward-scrambling legs could not regain the walkway. His boot heels scraped and scrabbled on the wall. His dizzied choking, at the last, led to vomiting inside his breath mask. When it slipped down around his neck in his final paroxysms, it seemed almost a mercy, except for the way it revealed his distorted, purpling features. But the screams and pleas stopped, and then the gasps and gulpings. The kicking legs twitched, and hung limply.

Miles begins shivering in the silence left afterwards, trying to calm himself down to keep from going into a seizure, which would kill him as dead as Tien.

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Tien attempts to redeem himself, belatedly, by trying to turn “State’s Evidence” on the Waste Heat embezzlers, glossing over the fact that he’s been taking their bribes happily for months.  Miles could have been to the experimental station at least twice already, and maybe if he had it would have turned out better than this, being ambushed and hung out to dry.  Or maybe not.  In any event, whatever they’re up to out there, they got away, at least for now.  And Miles is right, if it was just money, they wouldn’t have had to take so much stuff with them…unless they’d fashioned it into a solid gold lightflyer or something.

Tien died the way he lived–an idiot.  Jeopardized by his own carelessness, then dooming himself by panicking at the wrong moment.  I think it’s safe to say that he won’t be much lamented, except by those who may have wanted to fast-penta him for more information.  Ekaterin may have disconnected herself from him enough to even be able to miss out on the survivor’s guilt.  Poor Nikki, I suppose.  I don’t think he gets the whole story, at least not yet.

We’re only halfway through the book, and already we seem to have come to sort of climax.  So obviously there’s still a lot more to resolve–like what, if anything, does all of this have to do with the soletta disaster that’s our ostensible plot?  It always seems to me that it takes a long time to get back to the whole reason the Auditors were sent to Komarr in the first place, but maybe that’s just because events on the planet are happening faster than the slow accumulation of evidence in orbit.  But it all ties together, somehow.


Will Miles be rescued in time?  What is Ekaterin doing in the meantime–since, by established convention, the next chapter will be hers?  Another week will bring those answers, barring unfortunate delay.

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