What? Shit, shit, shit. Byerly can just about feel the blood drain from his face. Detain - He holds out his hands, fighting down panic.

"Hold on," he jabbers, "hold on, that's - that's insane. I can prove I'm Barrayaran, and Vor, and you know you don't know me. Look at me," he says, gesturing towards his face. "I look like a Vorrutyer. And why would I say any of this to you if it weren't true?" He gestures towards all of them, a grand gesture encompassing the whole of the Barrayaran camp. "Why would I ever? What could I get out of it? Don't detain me," he finally grates out. "The others come from other places - why can't I come from another Barrayar?"