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Dr. Cheung's at a funeral all day, so Linya decides to go up to London and see if Miles is out of his Mood.
Security has decided to be deeply unhelpful today. She is currently showing them various forms of ID and repeating in a slow, patient voice that she has been here before, there is not more than one of her, and she promises she is not there to assassinate her husband or whatever fool thing has them skittish today. Perhaps she shouldn't drop in while the captain's missing; it seems to make them worse. But she got in before while he was missing...
isthisart
isthisart
"Not this coming Winterfair, I think. I am currently quite illiquid, being mostly invested in the pens and their export. But thank you."
thisvorlunatic
"Uh, speaking of which, how likely is it that you could come up with eighteen million marks really quickly...? ImpSec would pay you back, I'm very nearly sure of it, but the Dendarii were supposed to be paid almost a month ago and if we manage to get out of here somehow before the money finally shows up I'd really like to get that sorted as fast as possible."
isthisart
"I could get that much on credit, I'd imagine, the bank that my agent found for Earth financial operation was very excited to be working with me. If you're sure I'll be paid back I can advance it in your direction. I can get less out of pocket, although not so little that I haven't been staying in nice hotels and trying interesting restaurants."
thisvorlunatic
"We are owed that eighteen million marks for a very impressive mission. Hellish, but impressive. I don't think there'll be trouble getting the money out of ImpSec once an actual line of communication is established."
isthisart
"Miles, did you break open a Cetagandan prisoner of war camp, and if so, am I going to need to stand in front of you and look extremely haut?"
isthisart
"I can see it now. 'Miles, please tell these gentlemen that you were my present from Fletchir personally and are not acceptable collateral damage in seeking revenge for that embarrassing business at Dagoola.'"
"Why would he be telling them?" inquires Galeni.
"Because well-brought-up ghem do not speak directly to haut-wives. Or look straight at us. I have managed to avoid this social annoyance by not interacting with ghem since I got married."
"Why would he be telling them?" inquires Galeni.
"Because well-brought-up ghem do not speak directly to haut-wives. Or look straight at us. I have managed to avoid this social annoyance by not interacting with ghem since I got married."
thisvorlunatic
"At least, since there actually are two of me, there's a chance I'll be able to pull off pretending Naismith and Vorkosigan are not the same individual."
isthisart
"I don't really like the idea of putting Mark in the line of fire for the breakout. His misbehavior exists but is unrelated."
thisvorlunatic
"I'm hardly going to let Mark pick up the Dendarii and run off with them. And I definitely don't want to let the Cetagandans know that Naismith and Vorkosigan are the same person, can you imagine?"
isthisart
"That would at minimum result in extremely interesting correspondence with Lisbet. It's possible it could be kept to that minimum, but."
thisvorlunatic
"Not likely. Whatever positive effect Lisbet has been having, it wasn't enough to prevent what was going on at Dagoola before Naismith showed up."
isthisart
"Well, I haven't exactly asked her what the plan with Marilac is supposed to be. It seems unlike her, but of course she'd have to get Emperor Fletchir on board in order to effect any policy changes. Cynically I'd say she's using Marilac to prune the selection of warlike ghem she has to deal with before making some move or other."
isthisart
"I didn't say it was a course of action I endorsed. I'm not privy to this sort of information; I probably wouldn't be even if I'd stayed. I'm speculating wildly about ways to reconcile what I know of the imperial personalities and the goings-on that required a POW camp break."
isthisart
"It seems unlikely that Fletchir didn't know about it. It might have escaped Lisbet. She's got an heir to design and thousands of genetic projects to oversee and eight planets and associated borders full of things that compete for her attention. And I know more about her than him." She sighs. "Anyway. Good for you, and if it will help I will stand in front of you looking extremely haut."
thisvorlunatic
"Thank you. If I find myself being menaced by Cetagandan assassins while out and about as Lord Vorkosigan, I will definitely take you up on that."
isthisart
She sighs. One of her fingers twitches a little before she stills it. Even if she were sure of who he was, she couldn't pick him up.
They're being watched.
She tilts her head back and begins to sing again.
They're being watched.
She tilts her head back and begins to sing again.
thisvorlunatic
Time passes. Meals are intermittently delivered by groups of stunner-armed guards.
And then the door opens and no food is passed in. One of the guards gestures to Miles with his stunner.
Miles is rather nervous about this, to say the least. But he doesn't see any viable alternatives. Out he goes.
And then the door opens and no food is passed in. One of the guards gestures to Miles with his stunner.
Miles is rather nervous about this, to say the least. But he doesn't see any viable alternatives. Out he goes.
unmarred
A perfect rendering of Admiral Naismith is waiting in the hall.
"Take him to the study," he says briskly, London-accented. The guards obey. Miles is secured to a chair in the middle of the room, and the guards dismissed.
The clone paces slowly back and forth, studying Miles.
"Take him to the study," he says briskly, London-accented. The guards obey. Miles is secured to a chair in the middle of the room, and the guards dismissed.
The clone paces slowly back and forth, studying Miles.
thisvorlunatic
Miles... feels deeply uncomfortable.
But he can't help seeking an angle. His brain is just built that way. It's automatic.
He takes a steadying breath and says, unsteadily, "Hello, Mark."
But he can't help seeking an angle. His brain is just built that way. It's automatic.
He takes a steadying breath and says, unsteadily, "Hello, Mark."
unmarred
This stops him in his tracks. Frozen, utterly immobile, neither tense nor loose, merely still.
thisvorlunatic
And what the hell does that mean? But it's too late to go back, so Miles goes forward.
"Betan law gives you the status; Barrayaran custom gives you the name. Mark Pierre Vorkosigan. My long-delayed twin brother."
"Betan law gives you the status; Barrayaran custom gives you the name. Mark Pierre Vorkosigan. My long-delayed twin brother."
unmarred
"That... is technically true," he muses, still in the local accent. "Or at least the argument could be made. I hadn't—mm. Of course. Your mother wouldn't have it any other way," he cocks his head inquiringly, "isn't that right?"