The Vor Game_Vorkosigan Saga by Lois McMaster Bujold

The Vor Game_Vorkosigan Saga by Lois McMaster Bujold

Author:Lois McMaster Bujold [Bujold, Lois McMaster]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spectrum Literary Agency, Inc.
Published: 2013-12-03T05:00:00+00:00


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After Mayhew had docked the cargo shuttle at its assigned loading niche at the Aslunders’ transfer station, Miles, Gregor, and Elena lay low, locked in the pilot’s compartment. Tung and Mayhew went off “to see what we can do,” as Tung put it, rather airily to Miles’s mind. Miles sat and nibbled his knuckles nervously, and tried not to jump with each thump, clink, or hiss of the robotic loaders placing supplies for the mercenaries on the other side of the bulkhead. Elena’s steady profile did not twitch at every little noise, Miles noticed enviously. I loved her once. Who is she now?

Could one choose not to fall in love all over again with this new person? A chance to choose. She seemed tougher, more willing to speak her mind—this was good—yet her thoughts had a bitter tang. Not good. That bitterness made him ache.

“Have you been all right?” he asked her hesitantly. “Apart from this command structure mess, that is. Tung treating you right? He was supposed to be your mentor. On-the-job, for you, the training I was getting in the classroom.”

“Oh, he’s a good mentor. He stuffs me with military information, tactics, history. . . . I can run every phase of a combat drop patrol now, logistics, mapping, assault, withdrawal, even emergency shuttle take-offs and landings, if you don’t mind a few bumps. I’m almost up to really handling my fictional rank, at least on fleet equipment. He likes teaching.”

“It seemed to me you were a little tense, with him.”

She tossed her head. “Everything is tense, just now. It’s not possible to be ‘apart from’ this command structure mess, thank you. Although . . . I suppose I haven’t quite forgiven Tung for not being infallible about it. I thought he was, at first.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of fallibility going around these days,” Miles said uncomfortably. “Uh . . . how’s Baz?” Is your husband treating you right? he wanted to demand, but didn’t.

“He’s well,” she replied, not looking happy, “but discouraged. This power struggle was alien to him, repugnant, I think. He’s a tech at heart, he sees a job that needs doing, he does it. Tung hints that if Baz hadn’t buried himself in Engineering he might have foreseen—prevented—fought the takeover, but I think it was the other way around. He couldn’t lower himself to fight on Oser’s back-stabbing level, so he withdrew to where he could keep his own standards of honesty . . . for a little while longer. This schism’s affected morale all up and down the line.”

“I’m sorry,” said Miles.

“You should be.” Her voice cracked, steadied, harshened. “Baz felt he’d failed you, but you failed us first, when you never came back. You couldn’t expect us to keep up the illusion forever.”

“Illusion?” said Miles. “I knew it would be difficult, but I thought you might grow into your roles. Make the mercenaries your own.”

“The mercenaries may be enough for Tung. I thought they might be for me, too, till we came to the killing.



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