Oliver

Oliver stood on the terrace at Vorkosigan Surleau, watching the sun fade into darkness across the lake. He had kept his word, so fiercely demanded of him, so desperately fulfilled. Held her in his arms, closed her eyes. Brought her home. Not to Barrayar, as such. Barrayar meant nothing to her but pain. She rested now, between her husband and her son, faithful dog at her feet.

Home is where the heart is.

Many stood near but it was Count Sasha who leapt forward to catch the old man as he toppled. Admiral, professor and gentleman, duty done at last.