Count: "Other than that, how was Kyril Island, Lt. Vorkosigan? You didn't vid home much, your mother noticed."
Miles: "I was busy. Lessee. The climate was ferocious, the terrain lethal, a third of the population including my own superior was dead drunk most of the time. The average IQ equaled the mean temperature in degrees cee, there wasn't a woman for five hundred kilometers in every direction, and the base commander was a homicidal psychotic. Other then that, it was lovely."
Count: "Doesn't sound like it's changed in the smallest detail in twenty-five years."
The people of a territory can petition the Darrian Council to remove their knight if he does not do a good enough job representing them. Such a petition must be granted after which the knight is usually transferred to a territory with few or no people, where he "can't do any harm". This is considered a great disgrace and effectively ruins the knight's further career in government.
"There's a ship leaving for Eastwatch by the sea tonight. From there I'm afraid its a rather long walk to Castle Black. I hope you enjoy the Wall. I found it surprisingly beautiful, in a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way."
The provisional government and I disaggree on a lot of things which is why they sent me to this godforsaken place
Running down people that buy fertilizer? This is scut work, bozo work. The FBI equivalent of being made to wear an orange jumpsuit and pick up trash by the side of the highway.