Cordelia pulled up a chair beside the monitor-covered crib, and set the paper, and a pen on her lap. She had left the computer at her desk in the library. "So, this is the world we both have to live in, is it?" she said to the tiny blanket-covered bundle, sleeping next to her. She picked up the pen and smiled. "Let us see what is to be done to make the best of it, then."
As her son Miles slept, Lady Cordelia Vorkosigan made up her first plan for the young Emperor Gregor's education.