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away for souvenirs, craning his neck for a glimpse of an elegant woman in a
gray silk gown.
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Kareen gripped Mark's arm and sighed in satisfaction. The maple ambrosia was a
hit
.
It was rather clever, Kareen thought, how Gregor had shared out the
astronomical cost of his wedding reception among his
Counts. Each District had been invited to contribute an outdoor kiosk,
scattered about the Residence grounds, to offer whatever local food and drink
(vetted, of course, by Lady Alys and ImpSec) they'd cared to display to the
strolling guests. The effect was a little like a District Fair, or rather, a
Fair of Districts, but the competition had certainly brought out the best of
Barrayar. The
Vorkosigan's District kiosk had a prime location, at the northwest corner of
the Residence just at the top of a path that went down into the sunken
gardens. Count Aral had donated a thousand liters of his District wine, a
traditional and very popular choice.
And at a side table next to the wine bar, Lord Mark Vorkosigan and MPVK
Enterprises offered to the guests - tah dah! - their first food product. Ma
Kosti and Enrique, wearing Staff badges, directed a team of Vorkosigan House
servitors scooping out generous portions of maple ambrosia to the high Vor as
fast as they could hand them across the table. At the end of the table, framed
by flowers, a wire cage exhibited a couple of dozen bright new Glorious Bugs,
glowing in blue-red-gold, together with a brief explanation, rewritten by
Kareen to remove both Enrique's technicalities and Mark's blatant
commercialism, of how they made their ambrosia. All right, so none of the
renamed bug butter being distributed had actually been made by the new bugs,
but that was a mere packaging detail.
Miles and Ekaterin came strolling through the crowd, along with Ivan. Miles
spotted Kareen's eager wave, and angled toward them. Miles was wearing that
same blitzed, deliriously pleased look he'd been sporting for two weeks;
Ekaterin, at this her first
Imperial Residence party, looked a trifle awed. Kareen darted aside and
grabbed a cup of ambrosia, and brandished it as the trio came up.
"Ekaterin, they love the Glorious Bugs! At least half a dozen women have tried
to steal them to wear as hair ornaments with their flowers - Enrique had to
lock down the cage before we lost any more. He said, they are supposed to be a
demonstration
, not free samples
."
Ekaterin laughed. "I'm glad I was able to cure your customer resistance!"
"Oh, my, yes. And with a debut at the Emperor's wedding, everyone will want
it! Here, have you had the maple ambrosia yet?
Miles?"
"I've tried it before, thank you," said Miles neutrally.
"Ivan! You've got to taste this!"
Ivan's lips twisted dubiously, but with amiable grace he lifted the spoon to
his mouth. His expression changed. "Wow, what did you lace this with? It's got
a notable kick to it." He resisted Kareen's attempt to wrest back the cup.
"Maple mead," said Kareen happily. "It was Ma Kosti's inspiration. It really
works!"
Ivan swallowed, and paused. "Maple mead? The most disgusting, gut-destroying,
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"It's an acquired taste," murmured Miles.
Ivan took another bite. "Combined with the most revolting food product ever
invented... How did she make it come out like this
?" He scraped up the last of the soft golden paste, and eyed the cup as though
considering licking it out with his tongue.
"Impressively efficient, that. Get fed and drunk simultaneously... no wonder
they're lining up!"
Mark, smiling smugly, broke in. "I just had a nice little private chat with
Lord Vorsmythe. Without going into the details, I can say that our startup
money shortage looks to be solved one way or another. Ekaterin! I am now in a
position to redeem the shares I
gave you for the bug design. What would you say to an offer of twice their
face value back?"
Ekaterin looked thrilled. "That's wonderful, Mark! And so timely. That's more
than I ever expected - "
"What you say," Kareen broke in firmly, "is, no, thank you.
You hang on to those shares, Ekaterin! What you do if you need cash is set
them as collateral against a loan. Then, next year when the stock has split I
don't know how many times, sell some of the shares, pay back the loan, and
keep the rest as a growth investment. By the time Nikki's ready, you might
well be able to put him through jump-pilot school with it."
"You don't have to do it that way - " Mark began.
"That's what I'm doing with mine. It's going to pay my way back to Beta
Colony!" She wasn't going to have to beg so much as a tenth-mark from her
parents, news they'd found a little more surprising than was quite flattering.
They'd then tried to press the
offer of a living allowance on her, just to regain their balance, Kareen
thought, or possibly the upper hand. She'd taken enormous pleasure in sweetly
refusing. "I told Ma Kosti not to sell, either."
Ekaterin's eyes crinkled. "I see, Kareen. In that case... thank you, Lord
Mark. I will think about your offer for a little while."
Foiled, Mark grumbled under his breath, but, with his brother's sardonic eye
upon him, didn't continue his attempted hustle.
Kareen flitted back happily to the serving table, where Ma Kosti was just
hoisting up another five-liter tub of maple ambrosia and breaking the seal.
"How are we doing?" Kareen asked.
"They're going to clean us out in another hour, at this rate," the cook
reported. She was wearing a lace apron over her very best dress. A large and
exquisite fresh orchid necklace, which she'd said Miles had given her, fought
for space on her breast with her
Staff badge. There was more than one way to get in to the Emperor's wedding,
by golly....
"The maple mead bug butter was a great idea of yours for soothing down Miles
about this," Kareen told her. "He's one of the few people I know who actually
drinks the stuff."
"Oh, that wasn't my idea, Kareen lovie," Ma Kosti told her. "It was Lord
Vorkosigan's. He owns the meadery, you know....
He's got an eye to channeling more money to all those poor people back in the
Dendarii Mountains, I think."
Kareen's grin broadened. "I
see
." She stole a glance at Miles, standing benignly with his lady on his arm and
feigning indifference to his clone-brother's project.
In the gathering dusk, little colored lights began to gleam all through the
Residence's garden and grounds, fair and festive. In their cage, the Glorious
Bugs began to flip their wing carapaces and twinkle back as if in answer.
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