Beth believes her, because there's no reason not to, and she settles in to listen. It seems like a good place to start a story. From Hindustan and the Indus Valley, she thinks it's India (though, admittedly, it could just sound similar, the way people here sound Russian but aren't), and India sounds a lot warmer than Barrayar.

"No." She shrugs, a little sheepish. "We didn't get to him in school."

She's not sure that they would have, if the turn hadn't happened, but she'll never know at this point.