Nor stupid. Vorkosigan sighed regretfully. I merely suggest that timetable to make myself nervous. Keeps me awake. But suppose it was a weapon. Did they perhaps attack that ore ship, as a test? Vile enough. Did their smoke test go very wrong? Was the subsequent damage to the mirror accidental, or deliberate? Or was it the other way around? The condition of Radovass body suggests something backfired. A falling-out among thieves? Anyway, to anchor this spate of speculation to some sort of physical fact, I plan to get a list of every piece of equipment Soudha bought for his department, subtract from it everything they left there, and produce a parts list for their secret weapon. At this point my brilliance fails, and I plan to dump it on your uncle.
Oh! said Ekaterin. Hell like that. Hell growl at you.
Is that a good sign?
Yes.
Hm. So, positing a secret-weapon sabotage-attack how close are they to success? I keep coming back-sorry-to Foscols odd behavior in providing that data packet of evidence against Tien. It seems to proclaim: it doesnt matter if the Komarrans are incriminated, because-fill in the blank. Because why? Because they will not be here to suffer the consequences? That suggests flight, which runs counter to the weapon hypothesis, which requires that they linger to use it.
Or that they believed you would not be here to inflict the consequences, said Ekaterin. Had they meant Vorkosigan to die, too? Or what?
Oh, nice. Thats reassuring. He bit rather aggressively into the last of his sandwich.
She rested her chin on her hand and regarded him with wry curiosity. Does ImpSec know you babble like this?
Only when Im very tired. Besides, I like to think out loud. It slows it down so I can get a good look at it. It gives you some idea of what living in my head is like. I admit, very few people can stand to listen at length. He shot her an odd sideways look. Indeed, whenever his animation slowed-which was not often-a gray weariness flashed underneath. Anyway, you encouraged me. You sang Hmm.
She stared in amused indignation and refused to rise to the bait.
Sorry, he said in a smaller voice. I think Im a little disoriented just now. He gave her an apologetic grimace. I actually came back here to rest. Is that not sensible of me? I 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.
Voices from the vestibule interrupted whatever hed been about to say. Ekaterins head turned. Tuomonen, so soon?
Do you want to put this off? Vorkosigan asked her.
She shook her head. No. I want to get it over with. I want to go get Nikki.
Ah. He drained his tea mug and rose, and they both went out to her living room. It was indeed Captain Tuomonen. He nodded to Vorkosigan, and greeted her politely. He had brought a female medtech with him, in the uniform of the Barrayaran military medical auxiliary, whom he also introduced. She carried a medkit, which she placed on the round table and opened. Ampoules and hyposprays glittered in their gel slots. Other first-aid supplies hinted at more sinister possibilities.
Tuomonen indicated Ekaterin should sit on the circular couch. Are you ready, Madame Vorsoisson?
I suppose so. Ekaterin watched with concealed fear and some loathing as the medtech loaded her hypospray and showed it to Tuomonen to cross-check.
The medtech laid a second hypospray out at the ready, and pulled a small, burr-like patch off a plastic strip. Would you hold out your wrist, Madame?
Ekaterin did so; the woman pressed the allergy test patch firmly against her skin, then peeled it up again. She continued to hold Ekaterins wrist while she marked time on her chrono. Her fingers were dry and cold.
Tuomonen dispatched the two guards to the perimeter, namely the hallway and the balcony, and set up a vid recorder on a tripod. He then turned to Vorkosigan, and with a rather odd emphasis, said, May I remind you, Lord Vorkosigan, that more than one questioner can create unnecessary confusion in a fast-penta interrogation.
Vorkosigan gave him an acknowledging hand wave. Quite. I know the drill. Go ahead, Captain.
Tuomonen glanced at the medtech, who stared closely at Ekaterins wrist, then released it. Shes clear, the woman reported.
Proceed, please.
At the medtechs direction, Ekaterin rolled up her sleeve. The hypospray hissed against her skin with a cold bite.
Count backwards slowly from ten, Tuomonen told her.
Ten, Ekaterin said obediently. Nine eight seven
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Two one Ekaterins voice, almost inaudible at first, grew more firm as she counted down.
Miles thought he could almost mark Ekaterins 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 doesnt hurt.
No, fast-penta doesnt hurt, said Tuomonen, in a level, reassuring tone.
That isnt 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 breathed covert relief that Ekaterin apparently wasnt going to be a giggler or a drooler, nor was she one of the occasional unfortunates in whom the drug released a torrent of verbal obscenities, or an almost equally embarrassing torrent of tears.
No. The kicker here is going to be when we take it away again. The realization chilled him. But my God, isnt she beautiful when she is not in pain? Her open, smiling warmth looked strangely familiar to him, and he tried to remember just when hed seen that sweet air about her before. Not today, not yesterday
It was in your dream.
Oh.
He sat back and rested his chin in his hand, fingers across his mouth, as Tuomonen started down the list of standard neutral questions: name, birth date, parents names, the usual. The purpose was not only to give the drug time to take full effect, but also to set up a rhythm of question-and-answer which would help carry the interrogation along when the questions, and answers, became more difficult. Ekaterins birthday was just three weeks before his own, Miles noted in passing, but the War of Vordarians Pretendership, which had so disrupted their mutual birth year in the regions around Vorbarr Sultana, had scarcely touched the South Continent.
The medtech had settled herself on a chair drawn up outside the conversation circle, out of the line of sight between interrogator and subject, but not, alas, entirely out of earshot. Miles trusted she had suitable top security clearances. He didnt know, and decided not to ask, if her gender represented delicacy on Tuomonens part, tacit acknowledgment that a fast-penta interrogation could be a mind-rape. Physical brutality did not mix with fast-penta interrogation, which had helped to eliminate certain unsavory psychological types from successful careers as interrogators. But physical assault was not the only possible kind, nor even necessarily the worst. Or maybe shed just been next up on the roster of available personnel.
Tuomonen moved on to more recent history. Exactly when had Tien acquired his Komarran post, and how? Had he known anyone in his department-to-be, or met with anyone in Soudhas group, before theyd left Barrayar? No? Had she seen any of his correspondence? Ekaterin, growing ever more cheerful in fast-penta elation, rattled on as confidingly as a child. Shed been so excited about the appointment, about the promised proximity to good medical facilities, certain she would get galactic-class help for Nikki at last. She had agonized over Tiens application and helped him to write it. Well, yes, written most of it for him. Serifosa Dome was fascinating, and their assigned apartment much larger and nicer than shed been led to expect. Tien said the Komarrans were all techno-snobs, but she had not found them to be so