Shards of Honor (Vorkosigan Saga) by Lois McMaster Bujold Read Free Book Online

But she was saved from a lapse of control when she noticed a more sobering feature of his appearance.
    "Hey, that scratch doesn't look too good, does it?"
    The claw mark of the scavenger on his right leg that Vorkosigan had collected the night they’d buried Rosemont was swollen and bluish, with ugly red streaks radiating from it up as far as his knee.
    "It's all right," he said firmly, beginning to put on his de-radialed pants.
    "It doesn't look all right. Let me see."
    "There's nothing you can do about it here," he protested, but submitted to a brief examination. "Satisfied?" he inquired sarcastically, and finished dressing.
    "I wish your micro people had been a little more thorough when they concocted that salve," Cordelia shrugged. "But you're right. Nothing to be done now."
    They trudged on. Cordelia watched him more closely, now. From time to time he would begin to favor the leg, then notice her scrutiny and march forward with a determinedly even stride. But by the end of the day he had abandoned subterfuge and was frankly limping. In spite of it he led on into the sunset, the afterglow of the sunset, and the gathering night, until the cratered mountain toward which they had been angling was a black bulk on the horizon. At last, stumbling in the dark, he gave up and called a halt. She was glad, for Dubauer was flagging, leaning on her heavily and trying to lie down. They slept where they stopped on the red sandy soil. Vorkosigan cracked a cold light and took his usual watch, as Cordelia lay in the dirt and watched the unreachable stars wheel overhead.
    Vorkosigan had asked to be waked before dawn, but she let him sleep until full light. She didn't like the way he looked, alternately pale and flushed, or his shallow, rapid breathing.
    "Think you'd better take one of your painkillers?" she asked him when he rose, for he seemed barely able to put weight on the leg, which was much more swollen.
    "Not yet. I have to save some for the end." He cut a long stick instead, and the three of them began the day's task of walking down their shadows.
    "How far to the end?" Cordelia asked.
    "I estimate a day, day and a half, depending on what kind of time we can make." He grimaced. "Don't worry. You're not going to have to carry me. I'm one of the fittest men in my command." He limped on. "Over forty."
    "How many men over forty are there in your command?"
    "Four."
    Cordelia snorted.
    "Anyway, if it becomes necessary, I have a stimulant in my medkit that would animate a corpse. But I want to save it for the end, too."
    "What kind of trouble are you anticipating?"
    "It all depends on who picks up my call. I know Radnov—my Political Officer—has at least two agents in my communications section." He pursed his lips, measuring her again. "You see, I don't think it was a general mutiny. I think it was a spur-of-the-moment assassination attempt on the part of Radnov and a very few others. Using you Betans, they thought they could get rid of me without implicating themselves. If I'm right, everyone aboard ship thinks I'm dead. All but one."
    "Which one?"
    "Wouldn't I like to know. The one who hit me on the head and hid me in the bracken, instead of cutting my throat and dumping me in the nearest hole. Lieutenant Radnov seems to have a ringer in his group. And yet—if this ringer were loyal to me, all he'd have to do is tell Gottyan, my first officer, and he'd have had a loyal patrol down to pick me up before now. Now who in my command is so confused in his thinking as to betray both sides at once? Or am I missing something?"
    "Maybe they're all still chasing my ship," suggested Cordelia.
    "Where is your ship?"
    Honesty should be safely academic by now, Cordelia calculated. "Well on its way back to Beta Colony."
    "Unless they've been captured."
    "No. They were out of your range when I talked to them. They may not be armed, but they can run rings around your battle cruiser."
    "Hm. Well, it's possible."
    He doesn't sound surprised , Cordelia