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Miles gave him a direct stare, his mouth set in a tight smile. "And when is a
mystery no mystery at all?"
Karal reddened, not replying for a moment. Then he said, "You may as well keep
on like you're going, m'lord. There's no stopping you now, I suppose."
"No."
* * *
Miles sent runners to collect the witnesses, Ma Karal in one direction, Zed in
a second, Speaker
Karal and his eldest in a third. He had Lem wait with Pym, Dea, and himself.
Having the shortest distance to cover, Ma Karal arrived back first, with Ma
Csurik and two of her sons in tow.
His mother fell on Lem, embracing him and then looking fearfully over her
shoulder at Miles. The younger brothers hung back, but Pym had already moved
between them and the door.
"It's all right, Ma." Lem patted her on the back. "Or... anyway, I'm all
right. I'm clear. Lord
Vorkosigan believes me."
She glowered at Miles, still holding Lem's arm. "You didn't let the mutie lord
give you that poison drug, did you?"
"Not poison," Miles denied. "In fact, the drug may have saved his life. That
damned near makes it a medicine, I'd say. However" he turned toward Lem's
two younger brothers, and folded his arms sternly "I would like to know
which of you young morons threw the torch on my tent last night?"
The younger one whitened; the elder, hotly indignant, noticed his brother's
expression and cut his denial off in mid-syllable. "You didn't!" he hissed in
horror.
"Nobody," said the white one. "Nobody did."
Miles raised his eyebrows. There followed a short, choked silence.
"Well, nobody can make his apologies to Speaker and Ma Karal, then," said
Miles, "since it was their sons who were sleeping in the tent last night. I
and my men were in the loft."
The boy's mouth opened in dismay. The youngest Karal stared at the pale Csurik
brother, his age mate, and whispered importantly, "You, Dono! You idiot,
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didn't ya know that tent wouldn't burn? It's real Imperial Service issue!"
Miles clasped his hands behind his back, and fixed the Csuriks with a cold
eye. "Rather more to the point, it was attempted assassination upon your
Count's heir, which carries the same capital charge of treason as an attempt
upon the Count himself. Or perhaps Dono didn't think of that?"
Dono was thrown into flummoxed confusion. No need for fast-penta here, the kid
couldn't carry off a lie worth a damn. Ma Csurik now had hold of Dono's arm
too, without letting go of Lem's; she looked as frantic as a hen with too many
chicks, trying to shelter them from a storm.
"I wasn't trying to kill you, lord!" cried Dono.
"What were you trying to do, then?"
"You'd come to kill Lem. I wanted to make you go away. Frighten you away. I
didn't think anyone would really get hurt I mean, it was only a tent!"
"You've never seen anything burn down, I take it. Have you, Ma Csurik?"
Lem's mother nodded, lips tight, clearly torn between a desire to protect her
son from Miles, and a desire to beat Dono till he bled for his potentially
lethal stupidity.
"Well, but for a chance, you could have killed or horribly injured three of
your friends. Think on that, please. In the meantime, in view of your youth
and ah, apparent mental defectiveness, I shall hold the treason charge. In
return, Speaker Karal and your parents shall be responsible for your good
behavior in future, and decide what punishment is appropriate."
Ma Csurik melted with relief and gratitude. Dono looked as if he'd rather have
been shot. His brother poked him and whispered, "Mental defective!" Ma Csurik
slapped the taunter on the side of his head, suppressing him effectively.
"What about your horse, m'lord?" asked Pym.
"I do not suspect them of the business with the horse," Miles replied slowly.
"The attempt to fire the tent was plain stupidity. The other was... a
different order of calculation altogether."
Zed, who had been permitted to take Pym's horse, returned then with Harra up
behind him. Harra entered Speaker Karal's cabin, saw Lem, and stopped with a
bitter glare. Lem stood openhanded, his eyes wounded, before her.
"So, lord," Harra said. "You caught him." Her jaw was clenched in joyless
triumph.
"Not exactly," said Miles. "He came here and turned himself in. He's made his
statement under fast-penta, and cleared himself. Lem did not kill Raina."
Harra turned from side to side. "But I saw he'd been there! He'd left his
jacket, and took his good saw and wood planer away with him. I knew he'd been
back while I was out! There must be something wrong with your drug!"
Miles shook his head. "The drug worked fine. Your deduction was correct as far
as it went. Lem did visit the cabin while you were out. But when he left,
Raina was still alive, crying vigorously. It wasn't
Lem."
She swayed. "Who, then?"
"I think you know. I think you've been working very hard to deny that
knowledge, hence your excessive focus on Lem. As long as you were sure it was
Lem, you didn't have to think about the other possibilities."
"But who else would care?" Harra cried. "Who else would bother?"
"Who, indeed?" sighed Miles. He walked to the front window and glanced down
the yard. The fog was clearing in the full light of morning. The horses were
moving uneasily. "Dr. Dea, would you please get a second dose of fast-penta
ready?" Miles turned, paced back to stand before the fireplace, its coals
still banked for the night. The faint heat was pleasant on his back.
Dea was staring around, the hypospray in his hand, clearly wondering to whom
to administer it. "My lord?" he queried, brows lowering in demand for
explanation.
"Isn't it obvious to you, Doctor?" Miles asked lightly.
"No, my lord." His tone was slightly indignant.
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"Nor to you, Pym?"
"Not... entirely, m'lord." Pym's glance, and stunner aim, wavered uncertainly
to Harra.
"I suppose it's because neither of you ever met my grandfather," Miles
decided. "He died just about a year before you entered my father's service,
Pym. He was born at the very end of the Time of Isolation, and lived through
every wrenching change this century has dealt to Barrayar. He was called the
last of the
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