"And," the Emperor asks after a pause, "how did you come to be involved with Lord Yenaro?"
"Um," says Miles. "From my point of view, you mean? Right." And he proceeds to lay out the whole business as neutrally as possible, one two three - sorry, Ivan - from the microwaved leg braces to the zlati ale to the carpet incident. Vorreedi looks slightly sick when Miles describes that last. "In my opinion," Miles concludes, "Lord Yenaro was as much an intended victim as Ivan or I. The asterzine bomb proves it. There is no treason in the man."
Yenaro, when prompted, confirms Miles's story. Benin calls for a guard to escort the ghem-lord out.
There is an extended silence. Miles shifts uncomfortably.
"Does your medical condition require you to sit?" asks ghem-Colonel Benin, with a less-than-subtle glance at the haut Linyabel.
"I'll live," mutters Miles.
The Emperor makes a slight gesture, commanding immediate absolute silence from the Cetagandans in the room. Miles picks up this cue.
"That suffices for my appraisal of the concerns of the Empire. We must now turn to the concerns of haut. Ladies, you may keep your Barrayaran creature. Ghem-Colonel Benin. Will you kindly wait in the antechamber with Colonel Vorreedi and Lord Vorpatril until I call you."
"Sire," says Benin, and with a sharp salute turns to herd Ivan and Vorreedi out of the room.
Miles thinks of objecting, and then decides against it, on the grounds that no quantity of Barrayarans short of an army is going to make him any safer in Fletchir Giaja's presence than Fletchir Giaja decides he ought to be.
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Date: 2014-07-18 09:05 pm (UTC)"Um," says Miles. "From my point of view, you mean? Right." And he proceeds to lay out the whole business as neutrally as possible, one two three - sorry, Ivan - from the microwaved leg braces to the zlati ale to the carpet incident. Vorreedi looks slightly sick when Miles describes that last. "In my opinion," Miles concludes, "Lord Yenaro was as much an intended victim as Ivan or I. The asterzine bomb proves it. There is no treason in the man."
Yenaro, when prompted, confirms Miles's story. Benin calls for a guard to escort the ghem-lord out.
There is an extended silence. Miles shifts uncomfortably.
"Does your medical condition require you to sit?" asks ghem-Colonel Benin, with a less-than-subtle glance at the haut Linyabel.
"I'll live," mutters Miles.
The Emperor makes a slight gesture, commanding immediate absolute silence from the Cetagandans in the room. Miles picks up this cue.
"That suffices for my appraisal of the concerns of the Empire. We must now turn to the concerns of haut. Ladies, you may keep your Barrayaran creature. Ghem-Colonel Benin. Will you kindly wait in the antechamber with Colonel Vorreedi and Lord Vorpatril until I call you."
"Sire," says Benin, and with a sharp salute turns to herd Ivan and Vorreedi out of the room.
Miles thinks of objecting, and then decides against it, on the grounds that no quantity of Barrayarans short of an army is going to make him any safer in Fletchir Giaja's presence than Fletchir Giaja decides he ought to be.