![]() ![]() A cut bunch would probably not survive the trip back as a treat for Ninny. Miles plucked a rose, checked to make sure that Esterhazy was nowhere in sight, and bit into it curiously. Miles walked up the vale in the evening light, desultorily looking for the spring of it indeed, the floral barrier did seem to peter out a couple of kilometers upstream, merging into slightly less impassable scrub. They camped overnight by the river of roses. Miles wondered if Esterhazy's assignment had been random chance, or a mercy of the Count's. Unlike Ivan, you could almost forget he was there. The liveried man was the laconic veteran Esterhazy, whom Miles had known most of his life, excellent company for a man who didn't want to talk about it. Well, Miles thought, he'd been considering a camping trip in the mountains with his cousin Ivan as part of his home leave anyway. A replacement bodyguard had been sent with the groom who flew the van from Vorkosigan Surleau, who stayed with Miles to help him ride the remaining two horses back down. ![]() Dea went along with his two patients, and his nemesis the sorrel mare. Little man."įat Ninny rode home by air the next morning, in a horse van, along with Pym. An answering half-smile lit her tired face, equally briefly. Just, ah," a smile sped across his mouth and vanished, "stand up straight and speak the truth, eh?" "Then I," she said shakily, "can manage… Hassadar Teacher's College." The name was awkward in her mouth.
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