"Down by the stream, lord, at the bottom Sexy Dress of the valley. About two
kilometers."
"Sexy Dress Get your kit, Doctor, we're taking a Sexy Dress walk. Karal, fetch a shovel."
"M'lord, surely it isn't needful to
disturb the peace of Sexy Dress the dead," began
Karal.
"It is entirely needful. There's a place for the autopsy report right in
the Procedural I got from the district magistrate's office. Where I will
file my completed report Sexy Dress upon this case when we return to Vorkosigan
Surleau. I have permission from the next-of-kin-do I not, Sexy Dress Harra?&Sexy Dress quot; She
Sexy Dress nodded numbly.
"I have the two requisite witnesses, yourself and your," gorilla,
"deputy, we have the doctor and the daylight-if you don't stand there
arguing till sundown. All we need is the shovel. Unless you'
re volunteering
to dig with your hand, Karal." Miles's Sexy Dress voice was flat and grating and
getting dangerous.
Karal's balding head bobbed in his distress. &Sexy Dress quot; The-the Sexy Dress father is the legal
next-of-kin, while he lives, and Sexy Dress you don't have his-"
"Karal," said Miles.
"M'lord?"
"Take care the grave you dig is not Sexy Dress your own. You've got one foot in it
already."
Karal's hand opened in despair. "I'll. get the shovel, m'lord."
The mid-afternoon was
warm, the air golden and summer-sleepy. The shovel
bit with a steady Sexy Dress scrunch-scrunch through the soil at the Sexy Dress hands of Karal's
deputy. Downslope, a bright stream burbled away over clean rounded stones.
Harra hunkered watching, silent Sexy Dress and grim.
When big Alex levered out the little crate-so little!-Sergeant Pym went
off for a patrol of the wooded perimeter. Miles didn't blame him. He hoped
the soil at that depth had been cool, these last eight days. Alex pried
open the box, and Dr. Sexy Dress dea waved him away and took over. The deputy too went
off to find something to examine at the far end of the graveyard.
Dea looked the cloth-wrapped bundle Sexy Dress over carefully, lifted it out