〃Helski went forward with the Prince and Admiral Vorhalas； sir。 modore Couer is here now。 You're the ranking flag officer aboard now。〃
〃The Prince was quite explicit。〃
〃The Prince…I believe the Prince is dead； sir。〃 Vorkosigan closed his eyes； and a sigh went out of him； joylessly。 He opened them again； and leaned forward。 〃Is that confirmed？ Do you have any new orders from Admiral Vorhalas？〃
〃It's…Admiral Vorhalas was with the Prince； sir。 Their ship was hit。〃 Venne turned away to view something over his shoulder； then turned back。 〃It's；〃 he had to clear his throat； 〃it's confirmed。 The Prince's flagship has been…obliterated。 There's nothing left but debris。 You're in mand now； sir。〃
Vorkosigan's face was cold and unhappy。 〃Then transmit Contingency Blue orders at once。 All ships cease firing immediately。 Put all power into shields。 This ship to make course for Escobar now at maximum boost。 We've got to cut down on our transmission time lag。〃
〃Contingency Blue； sir？ That's full retreat！〃
〃I know； mander。 I wrote it。〃
〃But full retreat。。。〃
〃mander Venne； the Escobarans have a new weapon system。 It's called a plasma mirror field。 It's a new Betan development。 It turns the attacker's burst back on itself。 Our ships are shooting themselves down with their own firepower。〃
〃My God！ What can we do？〃
〃Not a damn thing； unless； we want to start boarding their ships and strangling the bastards by hand； one at a time。 Attractive； but impractical。 Transmit those orders。 And order the mander of Engineers and the Chief Pilot Officer to the Tactics Room。 And get the guard mander down here to relieve his men。 I don't care to be stunned on the way out the door。〃
〃Yes； sir！〃 Venne broke off。
〃Got to get those troopships turned around first；〃 muttered Vorkosigan； rising from his swivel chair。 He turned to find both Cordelia and Illyan staring at him。
〃How did you know…〃 began Illyan。
〃…about the plasma mirrors？〃 finished Cordelia。
Vorkosigan was quite expressionless。 〃You told me； Cordelia； in your sleep； while Illyan was out。 Under the influence of one of the surgeons potions； of course。 You'll suffer no ill effects from it。〃
She stood upright； aghast。 〃That…you miserable…torture would have been more honorable！〃
〃Oh； smooth； sir！〃 congratulated Illyan。 〃I knew you were all right！〃
Vorkosigan shot him a look of dislike。 〃It doesn't matter。 The information was confirmed too late to do us any good。〃
There was a knock on the door。
〃e on； Illyan。 It's time to take my soldiers home。〃
CHAPTER TEN
Illyan came back promptly for Bothari； barely an hour later。 This was followed for Cordelia by twelve hours alone。 She considered escaping the room； as her soldierly duty； and engaging in a little one…woman sabotage。 But if Vorkosigan was indeed directing a full retreat； it would hardly do to interfere。
She lay on his bed in a black weariness。 He had betrayed her； he was no better than the rest of them。 〃My perfect warrior； my dear hypocrite〃…and it appeared Vorrutyer had known him better than she； after all…no。 That was unjust。 He had done his duty； in extracting that information； she had done the same； in concealing it for as long as possible。 And as one soldier to another； even if an ersatz one…five hours active service； was it？…she had to agree with Illyan； it had been smooth。 She could detect no aftereffects at all in herself from whatever he had used for the secret invasion of her mind。
Whatever he had used。。。 What； indeed； could he have used？ Where had he cadged it； and when？ Illyan hadn't brought it to him。 He had been as surprised as she when Vorkosigan dropped that bit of intelligence。 One must either believe he kept a secret stash of interrogation drugs hidden in his quarters； or。。。
〃Dear God；〃 she whispered； not a curse； but a prayer。 〃What have I stumbled into now？〃 She paced the room； the connections clicking unstoppably into place。
Heart…certainty。 Vorkosigan had never questioned her； he had known about the plasma mirrors in advance。
It appeared； further； that he was the only man in the Barrayaran mand who knew。 Vorhalas had not。 The Prince certainly had not。 Nor Illyan。
〃Put all the bad eggs in one basket；〃 she muttered。 〃And…drop the basket？ Oh； it couldn't have been his own plan！ Surely not。。。〃
She had a sudden horrific vision of it； all plete； the most wasteful political assassination plot in Barrayaran history； and the most subtle； the corpses hidden in a mountain of corpses； forever inextricable。
But he must have had the information from somewhere。 Somewhere between the time she had left him with no worse troubles than an engine room full of mutineers； and now； struggling to pull a disarmed armada back to safety before the destruction they had unleashed crashed back on them。 Somewhere in a quiet； green silk room； where a great choreographer designed a dance of death； and the honor of a man of honor was broken on the wheel of his service。
Vorrutyer of the demonic vanity shrank； and shrank； before the swelling vision； to a mouse； to a flea； to a pinprick。
〃My God； I thought Aral seemed twitchy。 He must be half…mad。 And the Emperor…the Prince was his son。 Can this be real？ Or have I gone as crazy as Bothari？〃
She forced herself to sit； then lie down； but the plots and counterplots still turned in her brain； an gallery of betrayal within betrayal lining up abruptly at one point in space and time to acplish its end。 The blood beat in her brain； thick and sick。
〃Maybe it's not true；〃 she consoled herself at last。 〃I'll ask him； and that's what he'll say。 He just questioned me in my sleep。 We got the drop on them； and I'm the heroine who saved Escobar。 He's just a simple soldier； doing his job。〃 She turned on her side； and stared into the dimness。 〃Pigs have wings； and I can fly home on one。〃 Illyan relieved her at last； and took her to the brig。
The atmosphere there was somewhat changed； she noticed。 The guards did not look at her in the same way； in fact； they seemed to try to avoid looking at her。 The procedures were still stark and efficient； but subdued； very subdued。 She recognized a face； the guard who had escorted her to Vorrutyer's quarters； the one who'd pitied her； seemed to be in charge now； a pair of new red lieutenant's tabs pinned hastily and crookedly to his collar。 She had donned Vorrutyer's fatigues again for the trip down。 This time she was permitted to change in to the orange pajamas in physical privacy。 She was then escorted to a permanent cell； not a holding area。
The cell had another occupant； a young Escobaran woman of extraordinary beauty who lay on her bunk staring at the wall。 She did not look up at Cordelia's entrance； nor respond to her greeting。 After a time； a Barrayaran medical team arrived and took her away。 She went wordlessly； but at the door she started to struggle with them。 At a sign from the doctor a corpsman sedated her with an ampule which Cordelia thought she recognized； and after another moment she was carried out unconscious。
The doctor； who from his age and rank Cordelia guessed might be the chief surgeon； stayed a short time to attend to her ribs。 After that she was left alone； with nothing but the periodic delivery of rations to mark the time； and occasional changes in the slight noises and vibrations from the walls around her on which to base guesses about what was happening outside。
About eight ration packs later； as she was lying on her bunk bored and depressed； the lights dimmed。 They came back； but dimmed again almost immediately。
〃Awk；〃 she muttered； as the bottom dropped out of her stomach and she began to float upward。 She made a hasty grab and held on to her bunk firmly。 Her foresight was rewarded a moment later when she was crushed back into it at about three gees。 The lights flickered on and off again； and she was weightless once more。
〃Plasma attack；〃 she murmured to herself。 〃Shields must be overloaded。〃
A tremendous shock rattled the ship。 She was flung from her bunk across the cell into total blackness； weightlessness； silence。 Direct hit！ She ricocheted off the far wall； flailing for a handhold； banging an elbow painfully on…a wall？ the floor； the ceiling？ She spu