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right? He hated this, with a stomach-churning terror. "I want to be transferred directly to the Ariel."



"Right, sir. Do you wish me to notify Captain Thorne?"



Was Admiral Naismith often in the habit of springing surprise inspections? Well, not this time. "Yes, do. Tell them to

make ready to break orbit."



"Only the Ariel?" Her brows rose.



"Yes, Lieutenant." This, in quite a perfect bored Betan drawl. He congratulated himself as she grew palpably prim. The

undertone had suggested just the right hint of criticism of a breach of security, or manners, or both, to suppress further

dangerous questions.



"Will do, Admiral."



"Naismith out." He cut the comm. She vanished in a haze of sparkles, and he let out a long breath. Admiral Naismith.

Miles Naismith. He had to get used to responding to that name again, even in his sleep. Leave the Lord Vorkosigan part

completely out of it, for now; it was difficult enough just being the Naismith half of the man. Drill. What is your name? Miles.

Miles. Miles.



Lord Vorkosigan pretended to be Admiral Naismith. And so did he. What, after all, was the difference?



But what is your name really?



His vision darkened in a rush of despair, and rage. He blinked it back, controlling his breathing. My name is what I will.