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Professor a vague salutelike gesture, and withdrew.
Nikki, impatiently waiting his turn, now dragged his great-uncle off to the kitchen as promised; Ekaterin
could only be grateful that of his day's events the ImpSec shuttle seemed to loom so much larger than the
medical examinations. She followed, satisfied.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Early the next morning Miles, in shirt and trousers but bare foot, stepped into the hallway with his
toiletries case in hand. He must remind Tuomonen to return his medical kit. The ImpSec techs couldn't
have found any interesting explosive devices in it, or he would have been informed by now. His bleary
meditations suffered a check when he discovered Ekaterin, still dressed in a robe and with her hair in
unusual but fetching disarray, leaning against the hall bathroom door.
"Nikki," she hissed. "Open this door at once! You can't hide all day in there."
A muffled young voice returned mulishly, "Yes, I can."
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Lips tight, she tapped again, urgently but quietly, then jumped a little as she saw Miles, and clutched the
neck of her robe.
"Oh. Lord Vorkosigan."
"Good morning, Madame Vorsoisson," he said civilly. "Ah . . . trouble?"
She nodded ruefully. "I thought yesterday went awfully easily. Nikki tried to insist he was too sick to go
to school today, because of his Vorzohn's Dystrophy. I explained again it didn't work that way, but he
got more and more stubborn. He begged to stay home. No, not just stubborn. Scared, I think. This isn't
the usual malingering." She jerked her head toward the locked door. "I tried getting firm. It was not the
right tactic. Now he's panicked."
Miles bent to glance at the lock, which was an ordinary mechanical one. Too bad it wasn't a palm lock;
he knew some tricks with those. This one didn't even have screws, but some kind of rivets. It was going
to take a pry bar. Or subterfuge . . .
"Nikki," called Ekaterin hopefully. "Lord Vorkosigan is out here. He needs to get washed and dressed,
so he can go to work."
Silence.
"I'm torn," murmured Ekaterin in lower tones. "We're leaving in a few weeks. A few missed lessons
wouldn't matter, but . . . that's not the point."
"I went to a private Vor school rather like his, when I was his age," Miles murmured back. "I know what
he's afraid of. But I think your instincts are correct." He frowned thoughtfully, then set his case down and
rummaged for his tube of depilatory cream, which he smeared liberally over his night's bristles. "Nikki?"
he called more loudly. "Can I come in? I'm all over depilatory cream, and if I don't wash it off, it'll start
eating through my skin."
"Won't he realize you can wash in the kitchen?" Ekaterin whispered.
"Maybe. But he's only nine, I'm gambling depilation is still a bit of a mystery."
After a moment Nikki's voice came, "You can come in. But I'm not coming out. And I'm locking it
again."
"That's fair," Miles allowed.
Some rustling near the door. "Should I grab him when it opens?" Ekaterin asked, very dubiously.
"Nope. It would violate our tacit agreement. I'll go in, then we'll see what happens. At least you'll have a
spy inside the gate, at that point."
"It seems wrong to use you so."
"Mm, but kids only dare defy those whom they really trust. The fact that I'm still mostly a stranger to him
gives me an advantage, which I invite you to use."
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"True enough. Well . . . all right."
The door opened a cautious crack. Miles waited. It opened a little wider. He sighed, turned sideways,
and slipped through. Nikki shut it again immediately,and snapped the lock.
The boy was dressed for school, in his braided uniform of sober gray and maroon, but minus his shoes.
The shoes presumably had been the sticking point, with their implicit commitment to going out. Nikki
backed up and seated himself on the edge of the tub; Miles laid out his toiletries kit on the counter and
rolled up his sleeves, trying to think fast before coffee. Or think at all. His eloquence had inspired his
soldiers to face death, in the past, or so he dimly recalled.Now let's try something really hard. Playing
for time and inspiration, he methodically brushed his teeth, by which time the depilatory had finished
working. He washed off the resultant goo, rubbed his face dry with the towel, flung it over his shoulder,
and leaned with his back against the door, slowly unrolling his sleeves and fastening his cuffs.
"So, Nikki," he said at last. "What's the trouble with going to school this morning?"
Moisture smeared around the boy's defiant eyes glistened when it caught the light. "I'm sick. I've got
Vorzohn's thing."
"It's not catching. You can't give it to anybody."Except for the way you got it. From the blank look on
Nikki's face, the idea of being dangerous to anyone else had never crossed his mind. Ah, the
self-centeredness of childhood. Miles hesitated, wondering how to approach the real problem. For
almost the first time, he wondered how certain aspects of his childhood had looked from his parents'
point of view. The doubled vision was dizzying.How the devil did I wind up on the enemy side?
"You know," Miles essayed, "no one will even know you have it unless you tell them. It's not like they
can smell it on you, eh?"
The mulish look redoubled. "That's what Mama said."
Scratch that trial balloon. There was an inherent problem in suggesting secrecy anyway, as Tien's life
demonstrated. Suppressing a passing desire to strangle the boy for inflicting yet more distress on Ekaterin
just now, Miles asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Yeah."
Starving him out or bribing him with food would be too slow, then. "Well . . . deal. I won't tell you you're
blowing it all out of proportion if you won't tell me I don't understand."
Nikki glanced up from his seat, his attention arrested.Yeah. See me, kid. Miles considered, and
immediately discarded, any argument that smacked of threat, that attempted to chivvy Nikki in the right
direction by upping the pressure. For instance, the one that started out,How do you ever expect to have
the courage to jump through wormholes if you haven't the courage to face this? Nikki was up
against the wall now, driven into this untenable retreat. Upping the pressure would just squash him. The
trick was to lower the wall. "I went to a private school a bit like yours. I can't remember a time I wasn't
dealing with being a mutie Vor, in my classmates eyes. By the time I was your age, I had a dozen
strategies. Some of them were pretty counterproductive, I admit."
He'd gone through medical hell in his childhood with a stiff lip. But a few still-remembered playfellows,
upon discovering that his brittle bones made physical harassment too dangerous to themselves, when
they found they couldn't conceal the evidence had learned to reduce him to humiliated tears with words
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alone. Sergeant Bothari, delivering Miles daily to this academic purgatory, quickly made a routine of an
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