Аннотация
CHAPTER ONE
In the image above the vid plate, the sperm writhed in elegant, sinuous curves. Its wriggling grew more energetic as the invisible grip of the medical micro-tractor grasped it and guided it to its target, the pearl-like egg: round, lustrous, rich with promise.
“Once more, dear boy, into the breach—for England, Harry, and Saint George!” Miles murmured encouragingly. “Or at least, for Barrayar, me, and maybe Grandfather Piotr. Ha!” With a last twitch, the sperm vanished within its destined paradise.
“Miles, are you looking at those baby pictures again ?” came Ekaterin's voice, amused, as she emerged from their cabin's sybaritic bathroom. She finished winding up her dark hair on the back of her head, secured it, and leaned over his shoulder as he sat in the station chair. “Is that Aral Alexander, or Helen Natalia?”
“Well, Aral Alexander in the making.”
“Ah, admiring your sperm again. I see.”
“And your excellent egg, my lady....
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