“I had a great aunt, on my father’s side, who loved gardening. I used to help her when I was a girl. She was very much a crusty old frontier woman, very Vor-she’d come to the South Continent right after the Cetagandan War. Survived a succession of husbands, survived… well, everything. I inherited the skellytum from her. It’s the only plant I brought to Komarr from Barrayar. It’s over seventy years old.”

“Good God.”

“It’s the complete tree, fully functional.”

“And — ha!— short.”

She was afraid for a moment that she’d inadvertently offended him, but apparently not. He finished his inspection, and returned to the railing, and his wine. He stared out again at the western horizon, and the sinking mirror, his brows lowering.

He had a presence which, by ignoring his elusive physical peculiarities himself, defied the observer to dare comment. But the little lord had had all his life to adjust to his condition. Not like the hideous surprise Tien had found among his late brother’s papers, and subsequently confirmed for himself and Nikolai through carefully secret testing. You can get tested anonymously, she had argued. But I can’t get treated anonymously, he had countered.

Since coming to Komarr, she’d been so close to defying custom, law, and her lord-and-husband’s orders, and unilaterally taking his son and heir for treatment. Would the Komarran doctors know a Vor mother was not her son’s legal guardian? Maybe she could pretend the genetic defect had come from her, not from Tien? But the geneticists, if they were any good, would surely figure out the truth.

After a while, she said elliptically, “A Vor man’s first loyalty is supposed to be to his Emperor, but a Vor woman’s first loyalty is supposed to be to her husband.”

“Historically and legally, that’s so.” His voice was amused, or bemused, as he turned again to watch her. “This was not always to her disadvantage. When he was executed for treason, she was presumed to be only following orders, and got off. Actually, I wonder if the underlying practical reason was that an underpopulated world just couldn’t spare her labor.”