A Civil Campaign

the books said—she hadn't really thought it would—but at least his nose began to swell and bleed. He grabbed both her wrists before she could muster aim and power for a second try. He was forced to hold them tight, and apart, as she struggled against his grip.

Her sputtering found words at last, shrieked at the top of her voice: 'Let go of me, you blithering twit! '

He stared at her in astonishment. Just as she gathered her balance to find out if that knee-to-the-groin thing worked any better than that blow-to-the-nose one, Illyan's voice interrupted from the archway behind her, deadly dry.

'The lady asked you to unhand her, Lieutenant. She shouldn't have to ask twice. Or . . . once.'

Vormoncrief looked up, and his eyes widened with belated recognition of the former ImpSec chief. His hands sprang open, his fingers wriggling a little as if to shake off their guilt. His lips moved on one or two tries at speech, before his mouth at last made it into motion. 'Captain Illyan! Sir!' His hand began to salute, the realization penetrated that Illyan wore civvies, and the gesture was converted on the fly to a tender exploration of his bunged and dripping nose. Vormoncrief stared at the blood smear on his hand in surprise.

Ekaterin swerved around him to slide into her uncle's armchair and gather up the sniffling Nikki, hugging him tight. He was trembling. She buried her nose in his clean boy-hair, then glared furiously over her shoulder. 'How dare you come in here uninvited and interrogate my son without my permission! How dare you harass and frighten him like this! How dare you!'

'A very good question, Lieutenant,' said Illyan. His eyes were hard and cold and not kindly at all. 'Would you care to answer it for both of our curiosities?'

'You see, you see, sir, I, I, I . . .'

'What I saw,' said Illyan, in that same arctic voice, 'was that you entered the home of an Imperial Auditor, uninvited and unannounced, while the Auditor was not present, and offered physical violence to a member of his family.' A beat, while the dismayed Alexi clutched his nose as if trying to hide the evidence. 'Who is your commanding officer, Lieutenant Vormoncrief?'

'But she hit—' Vormoncrief swallowed; he abandoned his nose and came to attention, his face faintly green. 'Colonel Ushakov, sir. Ops.'

In a supremely sinister gesture, Illyan pulled an audiofiler from his belt, and murmured this information into it, together with Alexi's full name, the date, time, and location. Illyan returned the audiofiler to its clip with a tiny snap, loud in the silence.

'Colonel Ushakov will be hearing from General Allegre. You are dismissed, Lieutenant.'

Cowed, Vormoncrief retreated, walking backwards. His hand rose toward Ekaterin and Nikki in one last, futile gesture. 'Ekaterin, please, let me help you . . .'

'You lie ,' she snarled, still gripping Nikki. 'You lie vilely . Don't you ever come back here!'

Alexi's sincere, if daunted, confusion was more infuriating than his anger or defiance would have been. Did the man not understand a word she'd said? Still looking stunned, he made it to the entry hall, and let himself out. She set her teeth, listening to his bootsteps fade down the front walk.

Illyan remained leaning against the archway, his arms folded, watching her curiously.

'How long were you standing there?' she asked him, when her breath had slowed a bit.

'I came in on the part about the fast-penta interrogation. All those key words—ImpSec, complicity . . . Vorkosigan. My apologies for eavesdropping. Old habits die hard.' His smile came back, though it regained its warmth rather slowly.

'Well . . . thank you for getting rid of him. Military discipline is a wonderful thing.'

'Yes. I wonder how long it will take him to realize I don't command him, or anyone else? Ah, well. So, just what was the obnoxious Alexi blithering about?'

Ekaterin shook her head, and turned to Nikki. 'Nikki, love, what happened? How long was that man here?'

Nikki sniffed, but he was no longer trembling as badly. 'He came to the door right after Aunt Vorthys left. He asked me all kinds of questions about when Lord Vorkosigan and Uncle Vorthys stayed with us on Komarr.'

Illyan, his hands in his pockets, strolled nearer. 'Can you remember some of them?'

Nikki's face screwed up. 'Was Lord Vorkosigan alone with Mama much—how would I know? If they were alone, I wouldn't 'a been there! What did I see Lord Vorkosigan do. Eat dinner, mostly. I told him about the aircar ride . . . he asked me all about breath masks.' He swallowed, and looked wildly at Ekaterin, his hand clenching on her arm. 'He said Lord Vorkosigan did something to Da's breath mask! Mama, is it true ?'

'No, Nikki.' Her own grip around him tightened in turn. 'That wasn't possible. I found them, and I know.' The physical evidence was plain, but how much could she say to him without violating security? The fact that Lord Vorkosigan had been chained to a rail by the wrists and unable to do anything to anyone's breath mask including his own led immediately to the question of who had chained him there and why. The fact that there were a myriad of things about that nightmare night Nikki didn't know led immediately to the question of how much more he hadn't been told, why Mama, how Mama, what Mama, why, why, why . . .

'They made it up,' she said fiercely. 'They made it all up, only because Lord Vorkosigan asked me at his party to marry him, and I turned him down.'

'Huh?' Nikki wriggled around and stared at her in astonishment. 'He did ? Wow! But you'd be a Countess! All that money and stuff!' He hesitated. 'You said no ? Why?' His brow wrinkled. 'Is that when you quit your job too? Why were you so mad at him? What did he lie to you about?' Doubt rose in his eyes; she could feel him tense again. She wanted to scream.

'It was nothing to do with Da,' she said firmly. 'This—what Alexi told you—is just a slander against Lord Vorkosigan.'

'What's a slander ?'

'It's when somebody spreads lies about somebody, lies that damage their honor.' In the Time of Isolation, you could have fought a duel with the two swords over something like this, if you'd been a man. The rationale of dueling made sudden sense to her, for the first time in her life. She was ready to kill someone right now, but for the problem of where to aim. It's being whispered all over town . . .

'But . . .' Nikki's face was taut, puzzled. 'If Lord Vorkosigan was with Da, why didn't he help him? In school on Komarr, they taught us how to share breath masks in an emergency . . .'

She could watch it in his face, as the questions began to twine. Nikki needed facts, truth to combat his frightened imaginings. But the State secrets were not hers to dispense.

Back on Komarr, she and Miles had agreed between them that if Nikki's curiosity became too much for Ekaterin to deal with, she would bring him to Lord Auditor Vorkosigan, to be told from his Imperial authority that security issues prevented discussing Tien's death until he was older. She had never imagined that the subject would take this form, that the Authority would himself be accused of Nikki's father's murder. Their neat solution suddenly . . . wasn't. Her stomach knotted. I have to talk to Miles.

'Well, now,' Illyan murmured. 'Here's an ugly little bit of politicking. . . . Remarkably ill-timed.'

'Is this the first you've heard of this? How long has this been going