There were compensations to having the night patrol. Rarely was it so quiet as this at Vorkosigan House.
Taking a pass through the infamous garden, he checked the area behind the scrub vine carefully. Ever since the time m’lady had insisted upon feeding the urchin found hiding there, others had turned up, hoping for a meal or possibly a job. There were none, however, tonight.
Overhead, the sky was clear. He took a lungful of crisp air and admired the stars. They were right lovely from here. He hoped m’lord wouldn’t drag him out amongst them again any time soon.