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Linya gradually feels her way around being proper friends with Ekaterin, not wishing to wreck things with a premature "will you be my Second at my duplicate wedding" request. There is companionable gardening. There is, when Linya and Jocelyn make an unexpected sudden breakthrough in causing the nibs to behave, which holds when they fabricate a prototype and test it out, a fountain pen for Ekaterin. (In addition to Miles's and Count Vorkosigan's. And one for Emperor Gregor, which has got to be worth all the R&D in advertising alone.) When Miles's legs are more or less completely healed, they skip off to Vorkosigan Surleau for a few days and he teaches her to fly a lightflyer, which she enjoys very much and picks up very quickly. Linya writes Miles a song. (It has no words, she doesn't feel up to lyrics, but it is very pretty and slightly different every time she plays/sings it.) With the nibs handled and all the Barrayaran languages learned Linya spends more time reading textbooks and signs up for a university placement exam to see how far ahead into advanced classes on various things she can skip, and awaits her results.
And snuggles her tiny Barrayaran.
And snuggles her tiny Barrayaran.
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So Thorne goes with the samples to Canaba instead. "Here's what you were so keen on getting," it says, handing the vial over. "And the Dendarii have recruited its container, since he not only walks and has fangs but also thinks and talks and can be issued plasma arcs - what all do we need to know about his biology, beyond that he eats like three or four people? That's not hiding a mineral deficiency or something, is it?"
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Canaba gapes.
"You what? You - how - but - "
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"Um," he says. "No unusual dietary requirements, except the accelerated metabolism you've already discovered - but - he's going to die. Of that metabolism. That's what killed the rest of them, in the end. Premature aging, faster and faster until a final rapid disintegration - it was ghastly. He hasn't shown any signs of onset that I've seen, but it could come upon him at any moment. Sometime in the next year, or two, or five, or ten - I wouldn't give him very much longer than ten at the outside. It's... that's one of the things I hoped to save him from."
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"Right, that's all I needed to know, but if you're expecting absolution for trying to get him murdered so he wouldn't have to die of old age or even of getting decently shot at for a paycheck, you're in for some disappointment."
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Thorne goes to mention what it has learned to Miles.
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But then it is time for Miles to be transferred elsewhere for his roundabout route home.
"Say hi to the wife for me," suggests Thorne, not particularly expecting Miles to follow up.
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And homeward he goes. Happily, he doesn't even have to delay on his way in, although he is required to make his report to Illyan in person before contacting anyone else.
Illyan listens with limited sympathy to Miles's tirade on the subject of complete mission briefings, reminds him that Bharaputra was the house they were supposed to be stealing from and it's not Illyan's fault if Miles insists on assigning himself quixotic side missions, allows that it would nevertheless have been a good idea to offer him a more thorough background on the target planet, agrees that he will keep this in mind for future briefings, sighs and shakes his head when he gets to the part of the written report about the abandoned cargo, and then turns Miles loose to do what he will.
What Miles wills is to see his wife. His wife, it turns out, is on Komarr. He sighs and sends her a message.
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And then a week later she is home!
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He skids to a halt just past the bottom step with one hand still on the banister, utterly arrested by the sight of her.
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