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Vor!  What are they good for?  That’s what we find out as we continue on through the adventures of Miles Vorkosigan, Lois McMaster Bujold’s primary hero in her Vorkosigan Saga.  We are now into The Vor Game, the fourth novel chronologically in the series, and this week we will cover the third and fourth chapters, the middle of the section of the book published separately as “The Weatherman”, as Miles serves his first post as a weather officer on remote Kyril Island.  Last time, Miles narrowly escaped being buried in the mud after a couple of pranksters gave him bad advice…

Chapter Three

Miles’s initial impulse is for violent revenge against the two men from the motor pool who got him stranded, but by the time he’s released from the infirmary, he’s cooled off.  It was meant as a prank, not an assassination attempt, so no need to call ImpSec into it.  And it was partly his own fault for chaining his tent to the scat-cat.  The medical corpsman tells Miles that he sees worse frostbite once the infantry “grubs” arrive.  He pronounces Miles free to go, but warns him that he will have to immediately attend upon General Metzov.

Miles goes to change into some proper clothing for his interview, but having lost his undress greens, and with no replacements yet, he has a choice between the casual black fatigues and the ultra-formal dress greens.  He opts for the dress greens with their tall riding boots, then heads to Metzov’s office, beginning to wish he’d gotten to know more of the base personnel.

Metzov is dressed in black fatigues, with only his most noteworthy combat medals, and Miles silently curses himself for guessing wrong with his own uniform.  Metzov reproves Miles for losing a scat-cat by parking it in a clearly marked Permafrost Inversion Zone.  This was only noted as P.I.Z. on Miles’s map, but apparently he should have read the Lazkowski Base Regulations, one of many items of reading material Ahn had dumped on him.  Metzov is only getting started on his dressing-down, though, and with his clerk present to make it a public one.  He rails against the “Vor drones” filling up the ranks, adding that he fought in Vordarian’s Pretendership and the Komarr Revolt, and deplores how the peacetime means the troops are getting soft.

Metzov was still expanding, self-stimulated. “In a real combat situation, a soldier’s equipment is vital. It can be the difference between victory and defeat. A man who loses his equipment loses his effectiveness as a soldier. A man disarmed in a technological war might as well be a woman, useless! And you disarmed yourself!”

Miles wondered sourly if the general would then agree that a woman armed in a technological war might as well be a man . . . no, probably not. Not a Barrayaran of his generation.

Metzov assigns Miles to help Lt. Bonn retrieve the scat-cat, since he sank it too deep for it to be feasible to dig it out himself by hand.  He assignes Miles an additional week of basic-labour detail for the damage he did to the weather station, despite Miles’s protests that he did it to keep himself alive.

Miles spoke through his teeth, words jerked out as though by pliers. “Would you have preferred the interview you’d be having right now if I’d permitted myself to freeze, sir?”

Silence fell, very dead. Swelling, like a road-killed animal in the summer sun.

Metzov dismisses him, and Miles curses himself for losing his temper, trying to make use of his father’s position, and once again failing to treat the General as a true superior officer.  He saw too many of them at Vorkosigan House, he supposes, to be too overawed by them.  He decides to see if he can manage to avoid Metzov as successfully as Ahn does for the next six months.

He heads out with Lt. Bonn’s detail to retrieve the scat-cat, pointing out the exact location where he sank it.  As Bonn probes for it, he finds a layer of ice; he tells Miles that this stuff can go from frozen to liquid and back again quite easily and quickly under the right conditions, as he discovered.  Finally they get it through the ice and find it on the probe’s sonar.  Then they get a hovercab and use its tractor beam to dig a crater down to the level of the scat-cat, then reverse the beam to pull it out, bubble-shelter still attached.

Miles goes looking for his boots among the debris dug out by the tractor beam, but only finds one.  Bonn asks Miles if he was in the bubble shelter, and Miles confirms that he was, and tells how he had to escape after it sank into the mud.  Bonn realizes that Miles could have died, and then mentions that he heard Pattas at the motor pool bragging about how he had played a trick on Miles.  Bonn asks Miles why he’s on Kyril Island, and Miles tells him about his desire to earn the right to ship duty, and calling in ImpSec for revenge wouldn’t help him any.

“The motor pool is in Engineering’s chain of command. If Imperial Security fell on it, they’d also fall on me.” Bonn’s brown eyes glinted.

“You’re welcome to fall on anyone you please, sir. But if you have unofficial ways of receiving information, it follows you must have unofficial ways of sending it, too. And after all, you’ve only my word for what happened.” Miles hefted his useless single boot, and heaved it back into the bog.

Thoughtfully, Bonn watched it arc and splash down in a pool of brown meltwater. “A Vor lord’s word?”

“Means nothing, in these degenerate days.” Miles bared his teeth in a smile of sorts. “Ask anyone.”

The next day, Miles starts cleaning off the retrieved scat-cat, and Bonn brings him two helpers–Pattas and Corporal Olney from the motor pool.  Miles treats them neutrally, letting them stew.  After that, he and his two assistants are sent out to inspect plumbing and drains around the base.  In spite of himself, Miles finds it fascinating, with the intricate systems, some of them dangerous, with high-pressure hot water and chemical solvents.

On the sixth day of his punishment detail, they are investigating a blocked culvert near the grubs’ practice fields.  Not finding anything blocking the flooded end, Miles crawls in the other end in search of the plug.  After finding it, he backs out of the pipe.

He stood up in the bottom of the ditch, straightening his spine vertebra by creaking vertebra. Corporal Olney stuck his head over the road’s railing, above. “What’s in there, Ensign?”

Miles grinned up at him, still catching his breath. “Pair of boots.”

“That’s all?” said Olney.

“Their owner is still wearing ’em.”


One of the reasons I suspect I would make a bad soldier is that I suspect my reaction to unfair orders from an inferior officer would be kind of like Miles’s.  (Or maybe not–I’ve had a bad boss or two in my time, and I wasn’t especially noted for my insubordination.)  Best way to make a character unsympathetic–put them in a position of authority and have them make an unfair judgement against someone.  It was possible that Miles and Metzov just got off on the wrong foot, that he was really okay on some level, but now it seems much less likely.  Especially compared to the entirely reasonable Lt. Bonn.  (Yes, I prefer to abbreviate Lieutenant whenever possible, just like I prefer Drou to Droushnakovi.)

Miles’s interest in plumbing, introduced here, is one of those things that pops up from time to time in the series, and can probably be used to tell serious readers of the series from more casual ones.  I know it turns up later on in The Vor Game, and definitely in A Civil Campaign, and probably one or two other places…

Chapter Four

Miles summons the base surgeon by commlink, and by the time he arrives, they’ve blocked the upper end of the drain and tied a rope around the corpse’s feet.  With some effort, they pull him out; Pattas and Olney hang back while Miles watches interestedly over the doctor’s shoulder.  The doctor finds nothing but bruises on his shoulders, and says he probably died by drowning or hypothermia, within the last twelve hours.  He tells Miles that there’s always a few idiots who get themselves killed every year, but this is a new one on him.  Miles checks the culvert more thoroughly, but finds nothing except a flashlight.  They unblock the culvert and drain the lake; no other body turns up, and the surgeon says this was the only man listed as missing that morning.  Pattas expresses grudging admiration for Miles’s evident experience with corpses and willingness to get his hands dirty, and they head back to the base.

Before Miles can wash up, he discovers that he had received a vid call from Vorbarr Sultana.  Fearing bad news, he returns it right away, and finds only Ivan, wanting to show off his new apartment.  Miles experiences severe disconnection from Ivan’s life of warm weather and more than one sex, and when Ivan comments on his appearance, merely says he was engaged in “forensic plumbing”, and is actually still on duty.  After they disconnect, Miles finds himself obscurely comforted at the reminder of life outside of Kyril Island.

Miles goes to check on the autopsy after he goes off-duty, and the surgeon tells him that it was definitely drowning, within half an hour of his getting stuck.  Miles asks if there’s any clue as to why he would have gotten stuck in the first place, and the surgeon isn’t particularly interested, saying his diagnosis is still “stupidity”.  Miles goes out for a jog, and finds himself back out by the culverts.  He tries to figure out what the dead man would have been doing or thinking, and wonders if he was looking in the wrong culvert.  The next one over is slightly wider, and Miles finds a waterproof package hidden in it, obviously the dead man’s real goal.  Miles examines it curiously, wondering if there’s drugs or sensitive information inside, worthy of a commendation from Simon Illyan for his finding it…but opening it, all he finds are pastries, obviously sent from home and cached to avoid having to share them.  He takes them back and shows them to the surgeon, who confirms his earlier diagnosis–“stupidity”.

After his week of maintenance details ends, Ahn’s office corporal comes back from his leave, and Miles finds him a fount of the knowledge he’d been trying painstakingly to learn from Ahn.  Ahn leaves happily shortly thereafter, expressing his desire to retire to the equator–anywhere on the equator.  He gives Miles a final warning to look out for Metzov, but is unable to get into more specifics, just mentioning an incident during the Komarr revolt.  He says that Metzov is “a funny kind of dangerous”, though.  Miles says he can’t be that bad if he’s in charge of trainees, but Ahn says that the trainees come with their own officers–Metzov is only in charge of the base itself.

Next time he’s alone in the weather office, Miles hunts up Metzov’s public record.  He’s been in the Service for 35 years, rose quickly during the conquest of Komarr, and ended up on the right side in Vordarian’s Pretendership, which had been Miles’s first guess as to why he’d been effectively exiled here.  That seemed to have been caused by something in the Komarr Revolt, but it’s hidden underneath an ImpSec seal.  He calls Ivan’s office to see if he can get help there.  He asks Ivan if he’s alone.

“Yeah, the old man’s stuck in committee. Nice little flap—a Barrayaran-registered freighter got itself impounded in the Hegen Hub—at Vervain Station—for suspicion of espionage.”

“Can we get at it? Threaten rescue?”

“Not past Pol. No Barrayaran military vessels may jump through their wormholes, period.”

“I thought we were sort of friends with Pol.”

“Sort of. But the Vervani have been threatening to break off diplomatic relations with Pol, so the Polians are being extra cautious. Funny thing about it, the freighter in question isn’t even one of our real agents. Seems to be a completely manufactured accusation.”

Ivan asks what Miles wants, and Miles tells him about the file he wants Ivan to call up.  Ivan is reluctant to take the risk with an ImpSec file, and says that he can’t transfer it to Miles’s station anyway, without a special cable he’d have to sign for.  He can only bring it up on the internal system.  Miles tells him to put it on that screen and then turn his desk around so Miles can read it.  Ivan does so, and Miles finds out more about Metzov’s career on Komarr.

The file was a collection of secret reports from an ImpSec investigation into the mysterious death of a prisoner in Metzov’s charge, a Komarran rebel who had killed his guard and himself been killed while attempting to escape. When ImpSec had demanded the Komarran’s body for an autopsy, Metzov had turned over cremated ashes and an apology; if only he had been told a few hours earlier the body was wanted, etc. The investigating officer hinted at charges of illegal torture—perhaps in revenge for the death of the guard?—but was unable to amass enough evidence to obtain authorization to fast-penta the Barrayaran witnesses, including a certain Tech-ensign Ahn.

“Miles,” Ivan interrupted for the fourth time, “I really don’t think we should be doing this. This is slit-your-throat-before-reading stuff, here.”

“If we shouldn’t do it, we shouldn’t be able to do it. You’d still have to have the cable for flash-downloading. No real spy would be dumb enough to sit there inside Imperial HQ by the hour and scroll stuff through by hand, waiting to be caught and shot.”

This is the last straw for Ivan, who turns his desk back around and tries to conceal the evidence.  Miles says that Ivan knows he’s not a spy, at least, and he should try to gain some brownie points by pointing out, in a purely theoretical way, the vulnerability in the system.

Miles resolves to try to wait out the rest of his term on Kyril Island, and let the problem of General Metzov resolve itself, since he has only five years left to retirement.

In the next weeks Miles settled into a tolerable routine. For one thing, the grubs arrived. All five thousand of them. Miles’s status rose on their shoulders, to that of almost-human. Lazkowski Base suffered its first real snow of the season, as the days shortened, plus a mild wah-wah lasting half a day, both of which Miles managed to predict accurately in advance.

Even more happily, Miles was completely displaced as the most famous idiot on the island (an unwelcome notoriety earned by the scat-cat sinking) by a group of grubs who managed one night to set their barracks on fire while lighting fart-flares. Miles’s strategic suggestion at the officers’ fire-safety meeting next day that they tackle the problem with a logistical assault on the enemy’s fuel supply, i.e., eliminate red-bean stew from the menu, was shot down with one icy glower from General Metzov. Though in the hallway later, an earnest captain from Ordnance stopped Miles to thank him for trying.


In some ways it’s a big wasted opportunity when the body in the culvert turns out to be utterly insignificant to the plot.  That’s another problem of “The Weatherman” having come into existence as a short story first.  But even if it could have turned out to be some other evidence against Metzov…  As it is, it seems like a chapter or so of much ado about nothing.  The initial promise of the body revealed at the end of one chapter has failed to pan out into a real mystery.  I think this is the first time through that I’ve noticed that the body has only been there for less than a day; other times I’ve concluded that it was from months earlier, apparently missing the statements to the contrary.  (This is not a new thing for me.  I’m sure I’ll find more as the series goes on.)

The actual plot-relevant material comes up in the Ivan scene, the bits about Vervain and Pol that I quoted above.  (When I think of Vervain I always think of Captain Vervain, one of the rabbits from Efrafa in Watership Down.  I expect it’s some kind of British plant I don’t know much about, though.)  There may have been a partial wormhole map in the actual book, showing Vervain and Pol in reference to Komarr, Barrayar, the Cetagandan Empire, etc., but it doesn’t seem to be in the electronic version from my Cryoburn CD.  Still, it was nice to see–I like maps, at least when they’re readable.

Also, this chapter gives us more ammunition against Metzov.  Not only is he an unfair commander, but he’s also gotten into trouble in the past.  As, perhaps, did Ahn?  So what do you think the odds are that Miles won’t run into any more trouble with him?  Not that good, eh?

Finally, did you notice?  The head doctor on Lazkowksi Base?  Has no name.  Seriously, what is it with Bujold and naming doctors?

It’s seeming to me that The Vor Game has shorter chapters than some of the other books I’ve done in the series, but maybe I’m just getting faster at this.  Also, whole pages (screens) can go by without my feeling the urge to quote some pithy dialogue, and I’m often more likely to quote something that’s already so good a summary that I’d just end up having to paraphrase it sentence-by-sentence anyway.  Anyway, next week should see the end of “The Weatherman” and the Kyril Island plotline, and maybe get us a little closer to the real plot of the novel.  Until then…


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Well, the weather outside is frightful, at least where I am, but now there’s another installment of The Vorkosigan Saga Reread to keep you warm.  This week I start The Vor Game, the next novel chronologically in the epic science fiction saga of Miles Vorkosigan (and his friends and family).  It was actually written somewhat later, after Brothers In Arms, Borders of Infinity, Falling Free, and Ethan of Athos, so the first time through the series I read it a little out of order.

Without further ado, let’s take a break from winter’s cold (*offer valid in Northern Hemisphere only) and travel with Miles to…a remote Arctic island?

Chapter One

Miles and his cousin Ivan wait in line to find out the first duty assignment he will be given.  Ahead of him, one ensign is assigned to ship duty on the Commodore Vorhalas; the next, Ensign Plause, is assigned to language school, to learn even more languages than the four native Barrayarans ones he already knows, which Miles tells him means ImpSec will likely send him offworld.  Ensign Lubachik is assigned to what Ivan calls “palace guard school”, Security and Counter-assassination, which he finds somewhat daunting.

Ivan is next, and he is assigned to Operations, as aide-de-camp to Commodore Jollif.  He exults in how he will get to maintain a near-civilian lifestyle in the capital, almost hiding his disappointment in not getting ship duty.  Miles also hopes for ship duty, and is paralyzed with disbelief when he is assigned as a meteorologist instead.  After confirming with Ivan that they never took a meteorology course, Miles discovers that his assignment, Lazkowski Base, a.k.a. “Camp Permafrost”, is on an isolated arctic island, Kyril Island, used for winter training of infantry soldiers.  He wonders why the Imperial Service is sending him to an infantry base when he is patently more qualified for better things, and after a brief deliberation, heads off to talk to Major Cecil, the man in charge of the assignments.

When Miles arrives at Major Cecil’s office, Major Cecil collects a one-mark note from his clerk for predicting that Miles would be there in less than ten minutes.  After the clerk leaves, Miles asks Cecil to explain his orders.  Major Cecil tells him that Miles’s school career has been very closely watched, and one of Miles’s problems seemed to be in his treatment of his superior officers, as “cattle” to be herded to his will.  He tells Miles that he will have to learn to cope with regular officers who will resent him if he tries to show them up, as opposed to classmates who all want him on their team.  He then tells Miles that in six months or so, the new warship the Prince Serg will be commissioned; with its greater range, they are paying close attention to psychological profiles.  If Miles can prove that he can last that long at Camp Permafrost without getting into trouble, then Cecil will personally approve his transfer to the Prince Serg.  He assures Miles that as Meteorology Officer he won’t be expected to actually perform as an infantryman.  Miles leaves to download as much meterology information as he can.

He has plenty of time to read up on weather on the long flight to Kyril Island, with its numerous hours-long delays, before his final arrival on an automated freight shuttle.  The only people who arrive to meet the shuttle are the crew arrived to unload the supplies.  When they see Miles, they begin talking to each other in Barrayaran Greek, which Miles pretends not to understand, joking of course about his size.  He shows them his officer’s tabs and asks where he can report in to Lieutenant Ahn, the current Meteorology Officer, who will train him before departing.  The men are taken aback, but direct him to the administration building, where Ahn will likely be found.  After briefly considering asking for a lift on the loader vehicle and rejecting it as being undignified, he elects to walk instead.

Miles finds the administration building almost deserted, and the map out of order, and gets directions from a distracted accountant.  After he founds the meteorology office, he prepares himself carefully to meet his first commanding officer before opening to door.  Therein, he finds an overheated room full of electronic equipment, and Lt. Ahn just about to drink himself into unconsciousness on the floor.  After Ahn passes out, Miles examines the equipment before deciding he will need a fair bit of instruction.  He checks up on Ahn’s record and finds that he is weeks from retirement, after being stuck for fifteen years at Camp Permafrost.  He decides that he’ll hope that Ahn sobers up, or take steps to sober him up if need be.  He goes exploring the base, looking for someone who is in charge, whether an officer or even a competent corporal.

In the downstairs foyer a human form approached Miles, silhouetted at first against the light from the front doors. Jogging in precise double time, the shape resolved into a tall, hard-bodied man in sweat pants, T-shirt, and running shoes. He had clearly just come in off some condition-maintaining five-kilometer run, with maybe a few hundred push-ups thrown in for dessert. Iron-grey hair, iron-hard eyes; he might have been a particularly dyspeptic drill sergeant. He stopped short to stare down at Miles, startlement compressing to a thin-lipped frown.

Miles stood with his legs slightly apart, threw back his head, and stared up with equal force. The man seemed totally oblivious to Miles’s collar tabs. Exasperated, Miles snapped, “Are all the keepers on vacation, or is anybody actually running this bloody zoo?”

The man’s eyes sparked, as if their iron had struck flint; they ignited a little warning light in Miles’s brain, one mouthy moment too late. Hi, there, sir! cried the hysterical commenter in the back of Miles’s mind, with a skip, bow, and flourish. I’m your newest exhibit! Miles suppressed the voice ruthlessly. There wasn’t a trace of humor in any line of that seamed countenance looming over him.

With a cold flare of his carved nostril, the Base Commander glared down at Miles and growled, “I run it, Ensign.”


This chapter is apparently easier to summarize and harder to find good quotes from than many of the ones I’ve done.  I considered and rejected many from the very nice scene at the beginning where they get their orders, mostly because we never see Plause or Lubachik again, as far as I recall.  There was also one offhand reference to “The Mountains of Mourning” as Miles contemplates the anti-mutant attitudes of the Greek stevedores.  I remember the opening of this book very well, though at some point I got confused and thought it was from The Warrior’s Apprentice instead.  I’m all straightened out now.

The first part of the book is apparently based on the novella “The Weatherman”, which was published separately and was nominated for a Nebula Award (while The Vor Game itself went on to win a Hugo, which I still don’t entirely think it deserved).  To some degree this gives the novel a bit of an awkward structure, with the first third of it being an essentially separate story; though there are some elements and characters that carry on and turn up later, the transition isn’t as smooth as it could be.  But I’ll cover that later, I suppose.

“The Weatherman” is similar to “The Mountains of Mourning” in some ways, showing a less space-operatic and more down-to-Barrayar side of Miles Vorkosigan’s adventures.  As such, it’s more of a character than plot story, with a large dollop of setting too.  It’s also, similarly, a little slower-paced.

Chapter Two

Miles finds Ahn awake and sober when he arrives at the office the next morning, and reintroduces himself.

“I’m your replacement, sir. Didn’t anyone tell you I was coming?”

“Oh, yes!” Ahn brightened right up. “Very good, come in.” Miles, already in, smiled briefly instead. “I meant to meet you on the shuttlepad,” Ahn went on. “You’re early. But you seem to have found your way all right.”

“I came in yesterday, sir.”

“Oh. You should have reported in.”

“I did, sir.”

“Oh.” Ahn squinted at Miles in worry. “You did?”

Miles seizes the opportunity to claim that Ahn promised him a full technical orientation.  Ahn proceeds to introduce Miles to the various machines, which all have women’s names, and he seems stable enough as long as Miles keeps him on the topic, and they find the procedures disks that Miles had been unable to locate the day before.  He also takes Miles up to the roof to show him the data collection equipment up there and then look out over the railing at the barren landscape.  Miles takes a look at Kyril Island, with most of its buildings dug in and covered with turf, and what little life there is pure unterraformed Barrayaran.

Ahn asks Miles if he’s related to Aral Vorkosigan, and Miles tells him that Aral’s his father.  Ahn asks Miles what he’s like.

What an impossible question, Miles thought in exasperation. Admiral Count Aral Vorkosigan. The colossus of Barrayaran history in this half-century. Conqueror of Komarr, hero of the ghastly retreat from Escobar. For sixteen years Lord Regent of Barrayar during Emperor Gregor’s troubled minority; the Emperor’s trusted Prime Minister in the four years since. Destroyer of Vordarian’s Pretendership, engineer of the peculiar victory of the third Cetagandan war, unshaken tiger-rider of Barrayar’s murderous internecine politics for the past two decades. The Vorkosigan.

I have seen him laugh in pure delight, standing on the dock at Vorkosigan Surleau and yelling instructions over the water, the morning I first sailed, dumped, and righted the skimmer by myself. I have seen him weep till his nose ran, more dead drunk than you were yesterday, Ahn, the night we got the word Major Duvallier was executed for espionage. I have seen him rage, so brick-red we feared for his heart, when the reports came in fully detailing the stupidities that led to the last riots in Solstice. I have seen him wandering around Vorkosigan House at dawn in his underwear, yawning and prodding my sleepy mother into helping him find two matching socks. He’s not like anything, Ahn. He’s the original.

“He cares about Barrayar,” Miles said aloud at last, as the silence grew awkward. “He’s . . . a hard act to follow.”

Ahn pushes himself away from the railing and begins entering data, saying that at least there’s no “wah-wah” warning.  Miles asks what that is, wondering if it’s some kind of obscure joke, and Ahn tells him it’s a sudden and powerful wind that comes up from time to time.  There are ropes strung between buildings to hold onto, and they’ll get about twenty minutes’ warning from the coastal stations.  Miles asks Ahn where he got the figures he just entered, and Ahn has trouble answering at first, settling on the answer that that’s just how it smells.  He tells Miles that they do have computerized projections, but he never uses them because they’re not accurate enough.  Miles realizes that Ahn has internalized his weather prediction to the point where he’s better than the computers–about 95%, compared to the computers’ 75-85%, and that once he’s gone, Miles will be stuck with the computers.

The day after taking Miles on a maintenance patrol to the five nearest remote stations, Ahn was scheduled to take Miles to the outlying six, but instead Miles found him drunk in his quarters.  Miles decides to go on his own, and heads over to the motor pool to sign out an all-terrain “scat-cat” (guaranteed not to blow away in a wah-wah).  The tech who helps him retrieve it, Pattas, is one of the Greeks from his arrival the first day.  After Miles goes through its checklist–painfully slowly to the watching techs–Pattas tells him that if he goes up to Station Nine, he should park the scat-cat in a hollow below the station, out of the wind.  Miles isn’t sure why, because the scat-cat won’t blow away, but Pattas says they sometimes blow over.

He drives away feeling self-conscious about having to prove himself yet again, but by the time he reaches Station Six he’s more relaxed, and performs the scheduled maintenance smoothly enough.  In Station Eight, though, he has to repair a piece of equipment, and by the time he reached Station Nine he realizes that even the long summer arctic day is beginning to fade.  He decides to stay at Nine for the four-hour night, and reports that in to the base.

He parks in the recommended hollow and set up a bubble-tent to camp in, chaining it to the scat-cat in case of wah-wah.  He sets up a heater, has some rations, better grade than some, and reads a book-disc until he dozes off.

When he wakes up, it’s still dark, but according to his wrist chrono it should be daylight.  The sides of the tent are indented slightly, and he’s having some trouble breathing, as if there was an excess of CO2 and a shortage of oxygen.  The floor of the tent turns out to be slanted.  He realizes that his tent has sunk into some kind of mud-pool, and the scat-cat is apparently what’s pulling it down.  He pulls loose one of the tent’s ribs, unzips one corner slightly, and pokes the rib through, trying to figure out how deep he is.

Finally, he loosens his boots and pants and starts digging his way up through the mud.  His chest is bursting by the time he breaks through to the air.  Unable to push himself any further off of the tent, he tries pulling himself out with clumps of bracken, and eventually manages it, leaving half of his clothes behind in the mud.  Up above, it’s sleeting.

They found him hours later, curled around the dimming heat-tube, crammed into an eviscerated equipment bay in the automated weather station. His eye-sockets were hollow in his black-streaked face, his toes and ears white. His numb purple fingers jerked two wires across each other in a steady, hypnotic tattoo, the Service emergency code. To be read out in bursts of static in the barometric pressure meter in base’s weather room. If and when anybody bothered to look at the suddenly defective reading from this station, or noticed the pattern in the white noise.

His fingers kept twitching in this rhythm for minutes after they pulled him free of his little box. Ice cracked off the back of his uniform jacket as they tried to straighten his body. For a long time they could get no words from him at all, only a shivering hiss. Only his eyes burned.


As my city of residence sinks into sudden cold winter, at least a month and a half later than we might have expected, I can’t help but empathize with Miles living in this frozen wasteland.  I don’t think I read “The Weatherman” in the magazines, but I sometimes get elements of this story confused with Maureen F. McHugh’s “Baffin Island”, which I did, so I keep thinking that Kyril Island is much larger than it is.  (Apparently it’s about the size of Jamaica, but somewhat remoter.)

In Miles’s mental description of his father, I was a little startled to see the mention of the Third Cetagandan War.  When was that?  During Miles’s childhood?  A space war only, as opposed to the invasions of the Cetagandan War that Count Piotr fought in (the first)?  Not sure if the author’s ever shared much more than that, but maybe in Cetaganda or Brothers In Arms or even Ethan of Athos there’s something.

The sinking scat-cat and tent is the first bit of actual tension we get in the book, and it’s pretty effective, claustrophobic and chilling (literally).  That Greek guy isn’t too friendly, apparently, but more about that in the next chapter, as I recall.  But really, “The Weatherman” is just warming up (so to speak).


Now you have to wait another week to find out what happens in the aftermath of Miles’s scat-cat sinking.  Who’s going to take the blame, Miles or the suspiciously helpful Pattas?  Can Miles get along with his commander, and without Lt. Ahn?  Will the wah-wah come?  It looks like “The Weatherman” proper lasts into at least Chapter Five, if not Six, so it’s not going to be resolved for another couple of weeks, so sit tight…

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