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was the Socratic method, and it impressed me immensely, until I found out he
used it whenever he didn't know the answer." Cordelia stared at Gottyan, whom
they had placed in the spot that had so effectively concealed her, wondering
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whether his directions marked a return to loyalty or a last-ditch effort to
complete Vorkosigan's botched assassination. He stared back in puzzlement and
hostility.
"North," she said reluctantly at last. She and Vorkosigan exchanged a look of
understanding, and he nodded briefly.
"Come on then."
They started quietly up the path, over a rise and through a hollow dense with
grey-green thickets. "Have you known Gottyan long?"
"We served together for the last four years, since my demotion. He was a good
career officer, I thought. Apolitical, thorough. He has a family."
"Do you think you could-get him back, later?"
"Forgive and forget? I gave him a chance at that. He turned me down.
Twice, if you're right in your choice of directions." They were climbing
another slope. 'The sentry post is at the top. Whoever's there will be able to
scope us in a moment. Drop back here and cover me. If you hear firing-" he
paused, "use your initiative."
Cordelia smothered a short laugh. Vorkosigan loosed his disruptor in its
holster and walked openly up the path, making plenty of noise.
"Sentry, report," she heard his voice call firmly.
"Nothing new since-good God, it's the Captain!" followed by the most honestly
delighted laugh she felt she'd heard in centuries. She leaned against a tree,
suddenly weak. And just when was it, she asked herself, that you stopped being
afraid of him and started being afraid for him? And why is this new fear so
much more gut-wrenching than the first? You don't seem to have come out ahead
on the trade, have you?
"You can come out now, Commander Naismith," Vorkosigan's voice carried back to
her. She rounded the last stand of underbrush and climbed a grassy knoll.
Camped upon it were two young men looking very neat and military in their
clean fatigues. One, taller than Vorkosigan by a head, with a boy's face on a
man's body, she recognized from her view through the scope as Koudelka.
He was shaking his Captain's hand with unabashed enthusiasm, assuring himself
of its unghostly reality. The other man's hand went to his disruptor when he
saw her uniform.
"We were told the Betans killed you, sir," he said suspiciously.
"Yes, it's a rumor I've had difficulty living down," said Vorkosigan. "As you
can see, it's not true."
"Your funeral was splendid," said Koudelka. "You should have been there."
"Next time, perhaps," Vorkosigan grinned.
"Oh. You know I didn't mean it that way, sir. Lieutenant Radnov made the best
speech."
"I'm sure. He'd probably been working on it for months."
Koudelka, a little quicker on the uptake than his companion, said "Oh."
His fellow merely looked puzzled.
Vorkosigan went on. "Permit me to introduce Commander Cordelia Naismith,
of the Betan Astronomical
Survey. She is . . ." he paused, and Cordelia waited interestedly to hear what
status she was to be assigned, "ah ..."
"Sounds like?" she murmured helpfully.
Vorkosigan closed his lips firmly, pressing a smile out straight. "My
prisoner," he chose finally. "On parole. Except for access to classified
areas, she is to be extended every courtesy."
The two young men looked impressed, and wildly curious. "She's armed,"
Koudelka's companion pointed out.
"And a good thing, too." Vorkosigan did not enlarge on this, but went on to
more urgent affairs. "Who is in the landing party?"
Koudelka rattled off a list of names, his memory jogged occasionally by his
cohort.
"All right," Vorkosigan sighed. "Radnov, Darobey, Sens, and Tafas are to be
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disarmed, as quietly and cleanly as possible, and placed under arrest on a
charge of mutiny. There will be some others later. I don't want any
communication with the General Vorkraft until they're under lock and key. Do
you know where Lieutenant Buffa is?"
"In the caverns. Sir?" Koudelka was starting to look a little miserable, as he
began to deduce what was happening.
"Yes?"
"Are you sure about Tafas?"
"Nearly." Vorkosigan gentled his voice. "They'll be tried. That's the purpose
of a trial, to separate the guilty from the innocent."
"Yes, sir." Koudelka accepted this limited guarantee for the welfare of a man
Cordelia guessed must be his friend with a little bow of his head.
"Do you begin to see why I said the statistics about civil war conceal the
most reality?" said Vorkosigan.
"Yes, sir." Koudelka met his eye squarely, and Vorkosigan nodded, sure of his
man.
"All right. You two come with me."
They started off, Vorkosigan taking her arm again and scarcely limping, neatly
concealing how much weight he was putting on her. They followed another path
through the woodlands, up and down uneven ground, coming out within sight of
the camouflaged door to the cache caverns.
The waterfall that spun down beside it ended in a little pool, spilling over
into a pretty stream which ran off into the woods. A strange group was
assembled beside it. Cordelia could not at first make out what they were
doing. Two Barrayarans stood watching while two more knelt by the water. As
they approached the two kneelers stood, hauling a dripping, tan-clad figure,
hands tied behind his back, from a prone position to his feet. He coughed,
struggling for breath in sobbing gasps.
"It's Dubauer!" cried Cordelia. "What are they doing to him?"
Vorkosigan, who seemed to know instantly just what they were doing to him,
muttered "Oh, hell," and started forward at a jerky jog. "That's my prisoner!"
he roared out as they neared the group. "Hands off him!"
The Barrayarans braced so fast it looked like a spinal reflex. Dubauer,
released, fell to his knees, still drawing breath in long sobs. Cordelia,
running past them to Dubauer, thought she had never seen a more astonished-
looking array of men. Dubauer's hair, swollen face, scanty new beard, and
collar were soaking wet, his eyes were red, and he continued to cough and
sneeze. Horrified, she finally realized the Barrayarans had been holding his
head underwater by way of torture.
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