overture

[isthisart]

Nine days into their fourteen-day trip, the courier ship arrives in the Komarr system. Five more jumps to go. Miles is not yet capable of peeling himself off a willing Linya before he passes out (and willingness is in no short supply), and the resulting peculiar sleep schedule causes Ivan no end of giggling. Linya draws him diagrams of more complicated braids as aspirational goals (getting five and a half feet of slidy-soft hair to be in even the simplest braid properly is a little tricky), which induces Miles to spend most of a day fascinatedly braiding and rebraiding her hair in various configurations. She, meanwhile, writes pen software that eats standard comconsole software and renders it for pen-ability in what she thinks is a user-friendly manner, and works on Russian.

When they reach the Komarr system, there's a message squirt, bounced at lightspeed from the little ships that do nothing but dance back and forth from side to side of the intervening wormholes collecting and broadcasting data. It says that Captain Illyan invites Miles to supplement his mission report by bringing his wife along.

Comments

[greatcomposure]

"He would. And I suspect Gregor is sharp enough to guess the same. So no, I don't think you're going to be banished."

[isthisart]

"Then I suppose it is doubly important that my settling in go smoothly."

[greatcomposure]

"Hmm?"

[isthisart]

"I would like to stay here, but after reasonably civilized - that is, not Jackson's Whole or, or Athos or something, not that I'd be allowed on Athos - my criterion for places I wished to be was not Cetaganda. If Miles were not particularly attached to me, it would not be very important if I were met with general disapproval, deemed more trouble than I was worth, and summarily packed off to Beta or Earth or Escobar or any of a dozen other planets. Since Miles is particularly attached to me, and since I do not particularly wish to deprive Barrayar of the only one of him it has and him of the only Barrayar he has, it is worth a more significant investment of effort to ensure that I am not met with general disapproval - since I will not leave if this is reasonably avoidable and since the consequences if I do are worse than they might otherwise have been. Now if only I knew where to apply that effort, and how, in any detail."

[greatcomposure]

"I strongly advise you to collaborate with Gregor on any and all political efforts - getting people to accept you and so on. It's not just that he's Emperor; it's that he's very good at it." This with some degree of modest maternal pride, although Linya may reasonably be forgiven for not detecting the fine details there.

[isthisart]

"I will bear that in mind."

[greatcomposure]

"And how are you enjoying being married to Miles?"

[isthisart]

"I like it so far."

[greatcomposure]

"Certainly beats the alternative."

[isthisart]

"Yes -" Linya, at a loss for more details to supply - Cordelia is not her haut friend asking after a new relationship with a new love-poem, Cordelia is not some ghem-lord's preexisting wife probing for information about how their mutual husband's affections are divided, Cordelia is not a pruriently curious Lord Vorpatril, what in the world is she, though, what does she need and deserve to know?

"He braids my hair," she comes up with after a moment.

[greatcomposure]

...She smiles. "Does he? Did he do the one you're wearing now?"

[isthisart]

"Yes. Several times over in the last hour or so before we left the ship."

[greatcomposure]

"For practice, or because he wasn't satisfied with it the first few times?"

[isthisart]

"A combination of the two; he hadn't tried this kind before today. He's been surprisingly enthusiastic about learning to do complicated braids."

[greatcomposure]

"Miles likes a challenge."

[isthisart]

"I'm seeing that. Um -" What else, what else, she is reasonably sure that people are not supposed to know things about their children's sex lives so what else. "He likes it when I sing, and play the keyboard - he told me there's a piano here?"

[greatcomposure]

"There is. And you're welcome to play it. I'll have to have somebody track it down, though - we don't use it often and it lives under a sheet in some dusty back corner somewhere."

[isthisart]

"So you won't mind if I retune it to well temperament?"

[greatcomposure]

"Go ahead."

[isthisart]

"Is there tuning equipment with it or will I need to acquire some? I left my grand piano behind with its accessories and didn't know until I'd already done so that I was going to have access to another instead of just my keyboard."

[greatcomposure]

"I'm sure there's tuning equipment somewhere. Whether you'll be able to find it is a different question. Maybe Miles can lead an expedition to the attics."

[isthisart]

"Okay." And that seems to be the piano exhausted as a topic. Um. "He said he'd teach me to fly a lightflyer."

[greatcomposure]

"Did he? Well, I hope you have fun. Please don't let him disable any safety systems... though I doubt he'll do that with you aboard. And he might have outgrown the practice by now anyway."

[isthisart]

"Is there some purpose to disabling the safety systems?"

[greatcomposure]

"Thrill-rides. The safety systems interfere."