He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"Could have been worse. There's nothing stopping a summoner from calling up a daeva and then leaving them in the circle, no task and no dismissal, indefinitely. There was a literal zoo that did that, they got shut down after a couple years of operation, I met a girl who was one of the exhibits when she was doing a speaking circuit back in Hell."
"The fairies they had couldn't do much about it, but they were all positioned so they could see each other, and the demons and the angels got rid of their interesting-looking extremities in protest."
"Which was particularly interesting as a collaborative boycott of interestingness, because most of the time demons and angels don't like each other. Can't even send mail between Heaven and Hell during the concordances because the place is inevitably mobbed by idiots who want to have a tiny war."
"What is the point of a tiny war between one bunch of indestructible people and another? Do you even have some equivalent of stunners with which to knock each other out?"
"No. It's entirely stupidity and theater. Although if I'm home for a Heaven/Hell concordance sometime in the future I'm extremely tempted to go stun all the idiots and see if there are any sane angels around who want to establish a mail route."
"I'm having trouble envisioning this because I don't know what a concordance looks like, but from what I can picture that's beautiful," snickers Miles.
"A concordance is a sort of pocket that opens up between any two of the non-mortal worlds. It doesn't look like much until you go into it, and then it still doesn't look like much except there's daeva and packages everywhere. They're saturated with correspondence in every other case, but if for some reason I wanted to send a letter to an angel I'd have to route it through Fairyland or Limbo - preferably Limbo, fairies lose things."
"Limbo loses things much less. Fairyland has its own functional economy; they like presents but don't require them. But demonic largesse is a huge deal in Limbo, and if we were less encouraged to pay them for their mail-routing services, their postal workers would be much less happy. So a concordance rolls around and the demons show up and hand over the parcels and the payment for handling them, and the Limboites scamper to make sure it's well looked after. A concordance with Fairyland happens and the fairies take their trade goods and stuff the packages in a warehouse and maybe somebody sets it on fire or leaves the window open to the weather or breaks in and rifles through everything looking for goodies - rogue fairies are also harder to keep out of the warehouse than Limboites. Limboites have no special powers."
"It really is. And concordances happen only every few years per pair. I can get letters from my parents by conjuring up Letter to Cam number 547, by Renée Swan, or whatever, without waiting for anything to happen but her writing it, but if I want to send something - particularly interesting care packages - it has to go directly through Limbo postal or Fairyland. Damn angel war prevents me from giving them stuff fifty percent more often."
"...Right, so, when we get back to Barrayar, mind if I sit you down and run experiments on exactly what sensitive information you can and can't conjure?"
"Too hard to dispose of the results here? Yeah, I don't mind. Demons do thoroughly complicate security procedures. Our big limitations, to save you some time, is that we can't produce anything that we don't know to try to make - but that can be routed around if we just go big, if I'm doing 'the entire planet of Barrayar' or something rather than something specific and then finding what I'm looking for a different way - and that we can't make anything that hasn't been recorded in static form. I also can't decrypt things that have only ever been set to material record in encrypted format."
"I can't quite tell if you mean that as utmost sarcasm or if you think he'll be able to convince me to help him spy on other people."
(A thought occurs to Miles. He is a good enough undercover agent not to give any outward sign that his inward self is jumping up and down shrieking DOES ILLYAN'S MEMORY CHIP COUNT AS ENCRYPTED FOR THIS PURPOSE?!.)
"He won't exactly be pleased by the necessity of coming up with an entire new set of security procedures based on this information, but it's the sort of work he enjoys, I think. I should probably go file a report for him before we reach the first jump, actually, so he can spend our trip concocting an extensive series of tests."
"Sure, makes sense. I can rifle through my notes and get you a copy of what I have on how my world handled it, although obviously the tech and underlying political situations involved is very different."
Cam does the promised notes-rifling and compiles assembled observations on the subject in a local format to give to Miles next time they encounter one another.
Which is several hours later, after Miles has scribbled off a note to Illyan that summarizes the new information about demonic spying ability. He's not completely sure of whether or not his report counts as having spent time in decrypted material record, and he's pretty sure that Cam has enough information to reconstruct this particular report if it does, so rather than outright ask Illyan if he should test the memory chip thing, he dances around the subject in a series of what he hopes are blatant hints to Illyan while being innocuous to anyone who doesn't already know. (Has anyone told Cam about Illyan's memory? To Miles's merely mortal recollection, they haven't.)
Cam hands over his notes. "My information on this is spotty. My ability to get consistent news from the mortal world back home has deteriorated sharply over time as things that I was relying on to update under consistent titles went out of circulation and I had to get all my new lists of reading material from summoners. But it's what I've got."