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accidentally mixed up with your shaving kit? A gravitic imploder, slipped somehow into your boot?”
    The Sergeant answered this sally with something between a growl and a grunt.
    Miles grinned, and dredged his memory for the agent’s name. “Good afternoon. Officer Timmons. Still working the line, are you? I thought for sure you’d be in administration by now.”
    The agent gave Miles a somewhat more courteous nod of greeting. “Good afternoon, Lord Vorkosigan. Well, civil service, you know.” He sorted through their documents and plugged a data disc into his viewer. “Your stunner permits are in order. Now if you will please step, one at a time, through this scanner?”
    Sergeant Bothari frowned at the machine glumly, and sniffed disdain. Miles tried to catch his eye, but he was studiously finding something of interest in midair somewhere. On the suspicion, Miles said, “Elena and I first, I think.”
    Elena passed through with a stiff uncertain smile like a person holding still too long for a photograph, then continued to look eagerly around. Even if it was only a rather bleak underground customs entry port, it was another planet. Miles hoped Beta Colony would make up for the disappointing fizzle of the Escobar layover.
    Two days of records searches and trudging through neglected military cemeteries in the rain, pretending to Bothari a passion for historical detail, had produced no maternal grave or cenotaph after all. Elena had seemed more relieved than disappointed by the failure of their covert search.
    “You see?” she had whispered to Miles. “Father didn’t lie to me. You have a hyper imagination.”
    The Sergeant’s own bored reaction to the tour clinched the argument; Miles conceded. And yet...
    It was his hyper imagination, maybe. The less they found the more queasy Miles became. Were they looking in the wrong army’s cemetery? Miles’s own mother had changed allegiances to return to Barrayar with his father; maybe Bothari’s romance had not taken so prosperous a turn. But if that were so, should they even be looking in cemeteries? Maybe he should be hunting Elena’s mother in the comm link directory... He did not quite dare suggest it.
    He wished he had not been so intimidated by the conspiracy of silence surrounding Elena’s birth to refrain from pumping Countess Vorkosigan. Well, when they returned home he would screw up his courage and demand the truth of her, and let her wisdom guide him as to how much to pass on to Bothari’s daughter.
    For now, Miles stepped after Elena through the scanner, enjoying her air of wonder, and looking forward like a magician to pulling Beta Colony out of a hat for her delight.
    The Sergeant stepped through the machine. It gave a rude blat.
    Agent Timmons shook his head and sighed. “You never give up, do you, Sergeant?”
    “Ah, if I may interrupt,” said Miles, “the lady and I are cleared, are we not?” Receiving a nod, he retrieved their stunners and his own travel documentation. “I’ll show Elena around the shuttleport, then, while you two are discussing your, er, differences. You can bring the luggage when he gets done with it, Sergeant. Meet you in the main concourse.”
    “You will not—” began Bothari.
    “We’ll be perfectly all right,” Miles assured him airily. He grasped Elena’s elbow and hustled her off before his bodyguard could marshall further objections.
    Elena looked back over her shoulder. “Is my father really trying to smuggle in an illegal weapon?”
    “Weapons. I expect so,” said Miles apologetically. “I don’t authorize it, and it never works, but I guess he feels undressed without deadly force. If the Betans are as good at spotting everyone else’s goods as they are at spotting ours, we really don’t have anything to worry about.”
    He watched her, sideways, as they entered the main concourse, and had the satisfaction of seeing her catch her breath. Golden light, at once brilliant and comfortable, spun down from