Captain Vorpatril's alliance

Venture? Tej wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. His eye, nonetheless, had brightened during this conversation, edging out that scary look of weariness and defeat that he’d had when talking about Eric and the loss of the station, so out of place on his broad, beloved face. “What kind of venture do you have in mind on Barrayar, of all places?”

“A mining deal.” A flash of grin. “Excavating history. Moira thinks we’ve found a rich vein of it. Every family should have a lost gold mine, eh?”

“They were current events to me,” Grandmama objected. “Anyway, the gold is the least of the real value.”

“Potentially,” said the Baronne, in a voice of caution. “Potentially. This is all still such a long shot.”

“Long shot’s better than no shot at all,” sighed Dada. “Which is what we’ll have if the Barrayaran Imperial government finds out about this, so no gossiping about this to anyone who hasn’t already been brought inside, eh, Tej?”

Tej wrinkled her nose. “Do you mean that old underground lab? Who’d want an old gene library? I mean, it’s all got to have spoiled by now.” And what would that smell like?

“Actually, anything that was stored sporulated ought to be fully reconstitutable,” said Grandmama. “And then there was all that tedious trash the ghem generals and their friends insisted on stuffing in at the last. I suppose some of them really believed they would have a chance to get back to it all, someday.”

“Tedious trash…?”

Dada sat back, his grin deepening. “Old records, both Cetagandan and captured Barrayaran. Several art collections, apparently‑”

“Mere native objects, for the most part,” put in Grandmama. “Though I do believe there were a few good pieces brought from home.”

“‑Ninth Satrapy currency and coin‑that’s where the chests of gold come in‑”

“The primitives in the Barrayaran backcountry always preferred those awkward gold coins, for some reason,” Grandmama confirmed.

“‑and, basically, anything that a select mob of Cetagandan ghem lords in a panic didn’t have room or time to pack and couldn’t bring themselves to abandon,” Dada concluded. “I don’t think even Moira knows what all might be in there.”

“No one did,” Grandmama said. “The haut Zaia was quite upset with the incursion on her space, but really, no one could do anything at that point.”

Tej had started out determined not to be sucked into any more doomed Arqua clan ventures, but she couldn’t help growing a little bug‑eyed at this litany. “How do you know…how do you know someone hasn’t found it long before this?”

The Baronne rubbed her hands thoughtfully together, and touched her fingertips to her lips. “Even if smuggled out in secret, some of the known objects ought to have surfaced and left a trail. Some of the records, as well. They haven’t.”

“What‑how‑how would we get at it? In secret?”

Dada flicked his fingers. “Simplest is best. If the building still exists, buy it. Or possibly rent it. If it’s been knocked down and built over, buy whatever is atop it, and proceed the same at our leisure. I understand the place wasn’t in the best part of the city. If that isn’t feasible, buy or rent an adjacent property and penetrate laterally. As always, fencing the stash is where the profit is made or lost‑lost, usually, back when I was a young shipjacker. The best value of any item can only be realized when it is matched to the best customer for it. Which will be best done from some future secure base out of this debatable empire.”

“Fell Station, to start with,” said the Baronne, “if we can present ourselves credibly enough to Baron Fell. Once we attain that leverage point, our options open. And I’ll have Ruby back.”

“Isn’t, um, the historical value greatest when things are excavated and recorded on site?” said Tej, tentatively.

“A sad loss,” the Baronne agreed, “but, in this case, not avoidable.”

“How long have you three been planning this, this lowjacking?”

“Since Earth,” said Dada. “We had reached the nadir of marketing my mother‑in‑law’s hair, when Moira recalled this place.”

“I hadn’t thought about it in years,” said Grandmama. “Decades, really. But Shiv never did receive a proper wedding gift, when he married Udine. Ghem Estif having wasted the first one on that idiot Komarran he picked out, who wasted it in turn on, oh, so many bad decisions.”

“I came to you in nothing but my skin,” murmured the Baronne, with a fond look at her mate. “And”‑she plucked a trifle mournfully at her short fringe‑“hair.”

“I remember that,” said her mate, with a fond look back. “Vividly. I had very little more myself, at the time.”

“Your wits, at least.”

“Making this cache into test and wedding gift in one, if Shiv can extract it,” said Grandmama. “Does it occur to you two that you are running your courtship backward?”

“As long as we fit it all in somewhere,” said Dada, sounding amused.