Cordelia's Honor Read Free Page A

through the heavy cloth of her sleeve. Vorkosigan pushed her determinedly up the side of the ravine.
    "You're stone serious," she said. "What are you going to do with a prisoner on a forced march? Suppose I bash in your head with a rock while you sleep?"
    "I'll take my chances."
    They cleared the top. Cordelia draped herself around one of the little trees, winded. Vorkosigan wasn't even breathing hard, she noticed enviously. "Well, I'm not going anywhere till I've buried my officers."
    He looked irritated. "It's a waste of time and energy."
    "I won't leave them to the scavengers like dead animals. Your Barrayaran thugs may know more about killing, but not one of them could have died a more soldierly death."
    He stared at her a moment, face unreadable, then shrugged. "Very well."
    Cordelia began to make her way along the side of the ravine. "I thought it was here," she said, puzzled. "Did you move him?"
    "No. But he can't have crawled far, in his condition."
    "You said he was dead!"
    "So he is. His body, however, was still animate. The disruptor must have missed his cerebellum."
    Cordelia traced the trail of broken vegetation over a small rise, Vorkosigan following silently.
    "Dubauer!" She ran to the tan-clad figure curled up in the bracken. As she knelt beside him he turned and stretched out stiffly, then began to shake all over in slow waves, his lips drawn back in a strange grin. Cold? she thought wildly, then realized what she was seeing. She yanked her handkerchief from her pocket, folded it, and forced it between his teeth. His mouth was already bloody from a previous convulsion. After about three minutes he sighed and went limp.
    She blew out her breath in distress and examined him anxiously. He opened his eyes, and seemed to focus on her face. He clutched ineffectually at her arm and made noises, all moans and clotted vowels. She tried to soothe his animal agitation by gently stroking his head, and wiping the bloody spittle from his mouth; he quieted.
    She turned to Vorkosigan, tears of fury and pain blurring her vision. "Not dead! Liar! Only injured. He must have medical help."
    "You are being unrealistic, Commander Naismith. One does not recover from disruptor injuries."
    "So? You can't tell the extent of the damage your filthy weapon has done from the outside. He can still see and hear and feel—you can't demote him to the status of a corpse for your convenience!"
    His face seemed a mask. "If you wish," he said carefully. "I can put him out of his suffering. My combat knife is quite sharp. Used quickly, it would cut his throat almost painlessly. Or should you feel it is your duty as his commander, I'll lend you the knife and you may use it."
    "Is that what you'd do for one of your men?"
    "Certainly. And they'd do the same for me. No man could wish to live on like that."
    She stood and looked at him very steadily. "It must be like living among cannibals, to be a Barrayaran."
    A long silence fell between them. Dubauer broke it with a moan. Vorkosigan stirred. "What, then, do you propose to do with him?"
    She rubbed her temples tiredly, ransacking for an appeal that would penetrate that expressionless front. Her stomach undulated, her tongue was woolly, her legs trembled with exhaustion, low blood sugar, and reaction to pain. "Just where is it you're planning to go?" she asked finally.
    "There is a supply cache located—in a place I know. Hidden. It contains communications equipment, weapons, food—possession of it would put me in a position to, ah, correct the problems in my command."
    "Does it have medical supplies?"
    "Yes," he admitted reluctantly.
    "All right." Here goes nothing. "I will cooperate with you—give you my parole, as a prisoner—assist you in any way I can that does not actually endanger my ship—if I can take Ensign Dubauer with us."
    "That's impossible. He can't even walk."
    "I think he can, if he's helped."
    He stared at her in baffled irritation. "And if I refuse?"
    "Then you can either leave