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Miles.
    * * *
    The days fell quickly into a set pattern. Miles was awakened by Ivan in the room they shared, did a stint in the gym, showered, breakfasted, and went to work in the data room. He began to wonder if he would ever be permitted to see Earth's beautiful sunlight again. After three days Miles took the computer-stuffing job away from Ivan and started finishing it by noon, so that he might at least have the later hours for reading and study. He devoured embassy and security procedures, Earth history, galactic news. In the later afternoon they knocked off for another grueling workout in the gym. On the nights Ivan stayed in, Miles watched vid dramas with him; on the nights he went out, travelogues of all the sites of interest he wasn't allowed to go visit.
    Elli reported in daily on the secured comm link on the status of the Dendarii fleet, still holding in orbit. Miles, closeting himself with the comm link, found himself increasingly hungry for that outside voice. Her reports were succinct. But afterwards they drifted off into inconsequential small talk, as Miles found it harder and harder to cut her off, and she never hung up on him. Miles fantasized about courting her in his own persona—would a commander accept a date from a mere lieutenant? Would she even like Lord Vorkosigan? Would Galeni ever let him leave the embassy to find out?
    * * *
    Ten days of clean living, exercise, and regular hours had been bad for him, Miles decided. His energy level was up. Up, and bottled in the immobilized persona of Lord Vorkosigan, while the list of chores facing Admiral Naismith piled up and up and up. . . .
    "Will you stop fidgeting, Miles?" Ivan complained. "Sit down. Take a deep breath. Hold still for five minutes. You can do it if you try."
    Miles made one more circuit of the computer room, then flung himself into a chair. "Why hasn't Galeni called me yet? The courier from Sector HQ got in an hour ago!"
    "So, give the man time to go to the bathroom and get a cup of coffee. Give Galeni time to read his reports. This is peacetime, everybody's got lots of leisure to sit around writing reports. They'd be hurt if nobody read 'em."
    "That's the trouble with your government-supported troops," said Miles. "You're spoiled. You get paid not to make war."
    "Wasn't there a mercenary fleet that did that once? They'd show up in orbit somewhere, and get paid—to not make war. Worked, didn't it? You're just not a creative enough mercenary commander, Miles."
    "Yeah, LaVarr's fleet. It worked real good till the Tau Cetan Navy caught up with 'em, and then LaVarr was sent to the disintegration chamber."
    "No sense of humor, the Tau Cetans."
    "None," Miles agreed. "Neither has my father."
    "Too true. Well—"
    The comconsole blinked. Ivan had to duck out of the way as Miles pounced on it. "Yes sir?" said Miles breathlessly.
    "Come to my office, Lieutenant Vorkosigan," said Galeni. His face was as saturnine as ever, no cues there.
    "Yes, sir, thank you sir." Miles cut the com and plunged for the door. "My eighteen million marks, at last!"
    "Either that," said Ivan genially, "or he's found a job for you in inventory. Maybe you're going to get to count all the goldfish in the fountain in the main reception court."
    "Sure, Ivan."
    "Hey, it's a real challenge! They keep moving around, you know."
    "How do you know?" Miles paused, his eyes lighting. "Ivan, did he actually make you do that?"
    "It had to do with a suspected security breach," said Ivan. "It's a long story."
    "I'll bet." Miles beat a brief tattoo on the desk and vaulted around its corner. "Later. I'm gone."
    * * *
    Miles found Captain Galeni sitting staring dubiously at the display on his comconsole, as if it was still in code.
    "Sir?"
    "Hm." Galeni leaned back in his chair. "Well, your orders have arrived from Sector HQ, Lieutenant Vorkosigan."
    "And?"
    Galeni's mouth tightened. "And they confirm your temporary assignment to my staff. Officially and publicly. You may now draw your