Cetaganda_Vorkosigan Saga by Lois McMaster Bujold

Author:Lois McMaster Bujold [Bujold, Lois McMaster]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spectrum Literary Agency, Inc.
Published: 2012-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“You’ve got to help me out on this one, Ivan,” Miles whispered urgently.

“Oh?” murmured Ivan, in a tone of extreme neutrality.

“I didn’t know Vorob’yev would be sending him along.” Miles jerked his chin toward Lord Vorreedi, who had stepped away for some under-voiced conference of his own with their groundcar’s driver, the uniformed embassy guard, and the plainclothes guard. The uniformed man wore undress greens like Miles and Ivan; the other two wore the bodysuits and calf-length robes of Cetagandan street wear, the protocol officer with more comfortable practiced ease.

Miles continued, “When I set up this rendezvous with my contact, I thought we’d get Mia Maz as our native guide again, what with this exhibition being the Ladies’ Division or whatever they call it. You won’t just need to cover my departure. You may need to distract them when I make my break.”

The plainclothes guard nodded and strode off. Outer-perimeter man; Miles memorized his face and clothing. One more thing to keep track of. The guard headed toward the entrance to the exhibition . . . hall, it was not. When today’s outing had first been described to Miles, he had pictured some cavernous quadrangular structure like the one that housed the District Agricultural Fair at Hassadar. Instead, the Moon Garden Hall, as it was styled, was another dome, a miniature suburban imitation of the Celestial Garden at the center of the city. Not too miniature—it was over three hundred meters in diameter, arcing over steeply sloping ground. Flocks of well-dressed ghem-types, both men and women, funneled toward its upper entrance.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that, coz? Vorreedi’s not the distractible sort.”

“Tell him I left with a lady, for . . . immoral purposes. You leave with immoral ladies all the time, why not me?” Miles’s lips twisted in a suppressed snarl at Ivan’s rolled eyes. “Introduce him to half a dozen of your girlfriends. I can’t believe we won’t run across some here. Tell them he’s the man who taught you all you know about the Barrayaran Art of Love.”

“He’s not my type,” said Ivan through his teeth.

“So use your initiative!”

“I don’t have initiative. I follow orders, thank you. It’s much safer.”

“Fine. I order you to use your initiative.”

Ivan breathed a bad word, by way of editorial. “I’m going to regret this, I know I am.”

“Just hold on a little while longer. This will all be over in a few hours.” One way or another.

“That’s what you said day before yesterday. You lied.”

“It wasn’t my fault. Things were a little more complicated than I’d anticipated.”

“You remember the time down at Vorkosigan Surleau when we found that old guerrilla weapons cache, and you talked me and Elena into helping you activate the old hovertank? And we ran it into the barn? And the barn collapsed? And my mother put me under house arrest for two months?”

“We were ten years old, Ivan!”

“I remember it like yesterday. I remember it like day before yesterday, too.”

“That old shed was practically falling down anyway.

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