Miles Errant - Lois McMaster Bujold [308]
"No—it's on Admiral Naismith," Mark argued. "And I wouldn't be going back to Bharaputra's." Not that he didn't agree with the Countess. The spot on his forehead where Baron Bharaputra had counted coup burned in secret. He stared urgently at her. "Ma'am . . ."
"Are you seriously asking me to finance your risking your life?" she said.
"No—my saving it! I can't"—he waved around helplessly, at Vorkosigan House, at his whole situation—"go on like this. I'm all out of balance here, I'm all wrong."
"Balance will come to you, in time. It's just too soon," she said earnestly. "You're still very new."
"I have to go back. I have to try to undo what I did. If I can."
"And if you can't, what will you do then?" asked Bothari-Jesek coldly. "Take off, with a nice head start?"
Had the woman read his mind? Mark's shoulders bowed with the weight of her scorn. And his doubt. "I," he breathed, "don't . . ." know. He could not finish the sentence aloud.
The Countess laced her long fingers. "I don't doubt your heart," she said, looking at him steadily.
Hell, and she could break that heart more thoroughly with her trust than Illyan ever could with his suspicion. He crouched in his seat.
"But—you are my second chance. My new hope, all unlooked-for. I never thought I could have another child, on Barrayar. Now Jackson's Whole has eaten Miles, and you want to go down there after him? You, too?"
"Ma'am," he said desperately, "Mother—I cannot be your consolation prize."
She crossed her arms and rested her chin in one hand, cupped over her mouth. Her eyes were gray as a winter sea.
"You of all people, have to see," Mark pleaded, "how important a second chance can be."
She pushed back her chair and stood up. "I'll . . . have to think about this." She exited the little dining room. She'd left half her meal on her plate, Mark saw with dismay.
Bothari-Jesek saw it too. "Good job," she snarled.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. . . .
She rose to run after the Countess.
Mark sat, abandoned and alone. And, blindly and half-consciously, proceeded to eat himself sick. He stumbled up to his room's level by the lift tube, afterward, and lay wishing for sleep more than for breath. Neither came to him.
After an interminable time his stunned headache and hot abdominal pain were just starting to recede, when there came a knock on his door. He rolled over with a muffled groan. "Who is it?"
"Elena."
He keyed on the light and sat up in bed against the carved headboard, stuffing a pillow under his spine against some killer solid walnut acanthus leaves in high relief. He didn't want to talk to Bothari-Jesek. Or to any other human being. He refastened his shirt as loosely as it would go. "Enter," he muttered.
She came cautiously around the doorframe, her face serious and pale. "Hello. Are you feeling all right?"
"No," he admitted.
"I came to apologize," she said.
"You? Apologize to me? Why?"
"The Countess told me . . . something of what was going on with you. I'm sorry. I didn't understand."
He'd been dissected again, in absentia. He could tell by the horrified way Bothari-Jesek was looking at him, as if his swollen belly were laid open and spread wide in an autopsy with a cut from here to there. "Aw, hell. What did she say now?" He struggled, with difficulty, to sit up straighter.
"Miles had talked around it. But I hadn't understood how bad it really was. The Countess told me exactly. What Galen did to you. The shock-stick rape, and the, um, eating disorders. And the other disorder." She kept her eyes away from his body, onto his face, a dead give-away of the unwelcome depth of her new knowledge. She and the Countess must have been talking for two hours. "And it was all so deliberately calculated. That was the most diabolical part."
"I'm not so sure about the shock-stick incident being calculated," Mark said carefully. "Galen seemed out of his head, to me. Over the top. Nobody's that good an actor. Or maybe it started out calculated, and got out of hand." And then burst out, helplessly, "Dammit!" Bothari-Jesek jumped a foot in the air. "She has