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all the new data the Dendarii collected back to embassy files. Ivan s working
now on what we pulled from Galen s comconsole. It s going to be harder this
time. Galen Van der Poole will be hiding. And he s had a lot of experience at
serious disappearing. But if and when you do turn him up ah report directly to
me. I ll report to the embassy."
"Report what to the embassy?" Elli inquired, alert to his undertones.
Miles shook his head. "I m not sure yet. I may be too tired to think straight,
I ll see if it seems to make any more sense in the morning." Elli nodded and
rose.
"Where are you going?" asked Miles in alarm.
"Back to the Triumph, to put the mass in motion, of course."
"But you can tight-beam Who s on duty up there right now?"
"Bel Thorne."
"Right, all right. Let s go find Ivan, we can tight-beam the data swap right
from here, and the orders as well." He studied the dark circles under her
luminous eyes. "And how long have you been on your feet, anyway?"
"Oh, about the last, um," she glanced at her chrono, "thirty hours."
"Who has trouble delegating work, Commander Quinn? Send the orders, not
yourself. And take a sleep shift before you start making mistakes too. I ll
find you a place to bunk here at the embassy " she met his eyes, suddenly
grinning, "if you
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"Will you, now?" she said softly. "I d like that fine."
They paid a visit to Ivan, harried at his comconsole, and made the secured
data link to the
Triumph. Ivan, Miles noted happily, had lots and lots of work left to do. He
escorted Elli up the lift tubes to his quarters.
Elli dove for the bathroom by right of first dibs. While hanging up his
uniform Miles found his cat blanket bunged lumpily into a dark corner of his
closet, doubtless where his terrified clone had thrown it his first night. The
black fur broke into ecstatic rumbling when he picked it up. He spread it out
carefully on his bed, patting it into place. "There."
Elli emerged from the shower in remarkably few minutes, fluffing her short wet
curls out with her fingers, a towel slung attractively around her hips. She
spotted the cat blanket, smiled, and hopped up and wriggled her bare toes in
it. It shivered and purred louder.
"Ah," sighed Miles, contemplating them both in perfect contentment. Then doubt
snaked through his garden of delight.
Elli was looking around his room with interest. He swallowed. "Is this, ah,
the first time you ve been up here?" he asked in what he hoped was a casual
tone.
"Uh-huh. I don t know why I was expecting something medieval. Looks more like
an ordinary hotel room than what I
would have expected of Barrayar."
"This is Earth," Miles pointed out, "and the Time of Isolation has been over
for a hundred years.
You have some odd ideas about Barrayar. But I just wondered, if my clone had,
uh . . . are you sure you never sensed any difference at all during the four
days? He was that good?" He smiled wretchedly, hanging on her answer. What if
she d noticed nothing? Was he really so transparent and simple that anyone
could play him? Worse, what if she had noticed a difference and liked the
clone better
. . . ?
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Elli looked embarrassed. "Noticed, yes. But to jump from sensing there was
something wrong with you, to realizing it wasn t you . . . maybe if we d had
more time together. We only talked by comm link, except for one two-hour trip
downtown to spring Danio and his merry men from the locals, during which I
thought you d lost your mind.
Then I decided you must have something up your sleeve, and just weren t
telling me cause I d . . ." her voice went suddenly smaller, "fallen out of
favor, somehow."
Miles calculated, and breathed relief. So the clone hadn t had time to . . .
ahem. He smiled wryly up at her.
"You see, when you look at me," she went on to explain, "it makes me
feel well good. Not in the warm and fuzzy sense, though there s that too "
"Warm and fuzzy," sighed Miles happily, leaning on her.
"Stop it, you goof, I m serious," But she slipped her arms around him. Firmly,
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all the new data the Dendarii collected back to embassy files. Ivan s working
now on what we pulled from Galen s comconsole. It s going to be harder this
time. Galen Van der Poole will be hiding. And he s had a lot of experience at
serious disappearing. But if and when you do turn him up ah report directly to
me. I ll report to the embassy."
"Report what to the embassy?" Elli inquired, alert to his undertones.
Miles shook his head. "I m not sure yet. I may be too tired to think straight,
I ll see if it seems to make any more sense in the morning." Elli nodded and
rose.
"Where are you going?" asked Miles in alarm.
"Back to the Triumph, to put the mass in motion, of course."
"But you can tight-beam Who s on duty up there right now?"
"Bel Thorne."
"Right, all right. Let s go find Ivan, we can tight-beam the data swap right
from here, and the orders as well." He studied the dark circles under her
luminous eyes. "And how long have you been on your feet, anyway?"
"Oh, about the last, um," she glanced at her chrono, "thirty hours."
"Who has trouble delegating work, Commander Quinn? Send the orders, not
yourself. And take a sleep shift before you start making mistakes too. I ll
find you a place to bunk here at the embassy " she met his eyes, suddenly
grinning, "if you
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rothers%20In%20Arms.txt like," Miles added hastily.
"Will you, now?" she said softly. "I d like that fine."
They paid a visit to Ivan, harried at his comconsole, and made the secured
data link to the
Triumph. Ivan, Miles noted happily, had lots and lots of work left to do. He
escorted Elli up the lift tubes to his quarters.
Elli dove for the bathroom by right of first dibs. While hanging up his
uniform Miles found his cat blanket bunged lumpily into a dark corner of his
closet, doubtless where his terrified clone had thrown it his first night. The
black fur broke into ecstatic rumbling when he picked it up. He spread it out
carefully on his bed, patting it into place. "There."
Elli emerged from the shower in remarkably few minutes, fluffing her short wet
curls out with her fingers, a towel slung attractively around her hips. She
spotted the cat blanket, smiled, and hopped up and wriggled her bare toes in
it. It shivered and purred louder.
"Ah," sighed Miles, contemplating them both in perfect contentment. Then doubt
snaked through his garden of delight.
Elli was looking around his room with interest. He swallowed. "Is this, ah,
the first time you ve been up here?" he asked in what he hoped was a casual
tone.
"Uh-huh. I don t know why I was expecting something medieval. Looks more like
an ordinary hotel room than what I
would have expected of Barrayar."
"This is Earth," Miles pointed out, "and the Time of Isolation has been over
for a hundred years.
You have some odd ideas about Barrayar. But I just wondered, if my clone had,
uh . . . are you sure you never sensed any difference at all during the four
days? He was that good?" He smiled wretchedly, hanging on her answer. What if
she d noticed nothing? Was he really so transparent and simple that anyone
could play him? Worse, what if she had noticed a difference and liked the
clone better
. . . ?
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Elli looked embarrassed. "Noticed, yes. But to jump from sensing there was
something wrong with you, to realizing it wasn t you . . . maybe if we d had
more time together. We only talked by comm link, except for one two-hour trip
downtown to spring Danio and his merry men from the locals, during which I
thought you d lost your mind.
Then I decided you must have something up your sleeve, and just weren t
telling me cause I d . . ." her voice went suddenly smaller, "fallen out of
favor, somehow."
Miles calculated, and breathed relief. So the clone hadn t had time to . . .
ahem. He smiled wryly up at her.
"You see, when you look at me," she went on to explain, "it makes me
feel well good. Not in the warm and fuzzy sense, though there s that too "
"Warm and fuzzy," sighed Miles happily, leaning on her.
"Stop it, you goof, I m serious," But she slipped her arms around him. Firmly,
as if prepared to do immediate battle with any wight who might attempt to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]