Shadow of the Giant

by Orson Scott Card

  There was movement elsewhere, too. Belgium, Bulgaria, Latvia, Lithuania, and Slovakia began to plan for their own plebiscites, as did the Philippines, Fiji, and most of the tiny island nations of the Pacific.

  And of course the FPE capitals were flooded with pleas from minorities that wanted the FPE to grant them nationhood. Most of these had to be ignored. For now.

  On the day that Sudan--under enormous pressure from Caliph Alai--recognized both Nubia and the FPE, Peter was surprised to see his office door open and his parents come in.

  "What's wrong?" Peter asked.

  "Nothing's wrong," said Mother.

  "We came to tell you," said Father, "that we're very proud of you."

  Peter shook his head. "It's only the first step on a long road. We don't have twenty percent of the world's population yet. And it will take time to integrate these new nations into the FPE."

  "First step on the right road," said Father.

  "A year ago, if somebody had put up a list of these nations," said Mother, "and said that they would ever unite into one coherent nation under a single Constitution, and surrender command of their armed forces to the Hegemon...is there anyone who would not have laughed?"

  "It's all thanks to Alai and Virlomi," said Peter. "The atrocities committed by the Muslims in India, and the publicity Virlomi gave those actions, combined with all the recent wars..."

  "Terrified everybody," said Father. "But the nations joining the FPE are not the ones that were most afraid. No, Peter, it was your Constitution. It was you--your achievements in the past, the promises you were making for the future..."

  "It was the Battle Schoolers," said Peter. "Without Bean's reputation--"

  "So you used the tools you had," said Mother. "Lincoln had Grant. Churchill had Montgomery. It's part of their greatness that they weren't so jealous of their generals that they had to depose them."

  "So you won't let me talk you out of this," said Peter.

  "Your place in history was already assured by your work as Locke, before you ever became Hegemon," said Father. "But today, Peter, you became a great man."

  They stood in the doorway for long moment.

  "Well, that's what we came to say," said Mother.

  "Thanks," said Peter.

  They left, pulling the door closed behind them.

  Peter went back to the papers on his desk.

  And then discovered that he couldn't see them because of the tears blurring his eyes.

  He sat up and found himself gasping. No, sobbing. Quietly--but his body was wracked with sobs as if he had just been relieved of a terrible burden. As if he had just learned that his terminal disease had spontaneously healed itself. As if he had just had a long-lost child returned to him.

  Not once in that whole conversation had anybody said the name "Ender" or referred to him in any way.

  It was a full five minutes before Peter got control of himself. He had to get up and wash his face in the tiny bathroom in his office before he could get back to work.

  16

  JEESH

  From: Weaver%Virlomi@MotherIndia.in.net

  To: PeterWiggin%private@hegemon.gov

  Re: Conversation

  I have never met you, but I admire your achievements. Come visit me.

  v

  From: PeterWiggin%private@hegemon.gov

  To: Weaver%Virlomi@MotherIndia.in.net

  Re: Meeting

  I also admire your achievements.

  I will happily provide safe transportation for you to the FPE or any other site outside of India. While it is still under Muslim occupation I do not travel to India.

  pw

  From: Weaver%Virlomi@MotherIndia.in.net

  To: PeterWiggin%private@hegemon.gov

  Re: Place

  I will not set foot on any country but India; you will not enter India.

  Therefore: Colombo, Sri Lanka. I will come in a boat. Mine will not be comfortable. If you bring a better one, we'll enjoy our visit much more.

  v

  Fly Molo met Bean at the Manila airport and did his best not to look shocked at how tall Bean was.

  "You said your business was personal," said Fly. "Forgive my suspicious nature. You are the head of FPE armed forces, and I am head of Filipino armed forces, and yet we have nothing to discuss?"

  "I'm assuming that your military is superbly trained and well equipped."

  "Yes," said Fly.

  "Then until it's time for us to deploy somewhere, our planning and logistics departments have far more to say to each other than you or I do. Officially speaking."

  "So you're here as a friend."

  "I'm here," said Bean, "because I have a child in Manila. A boy. They tell me his name is Ramon."

  Fly grinned. "And yet this is your first time here? Who was the mother, a flight attendant?"

  "The baby was stolen from me, Fly. As an embryo. In vitro fertilization. The child is mine and Petra's. It's especially important to us, because it's the first we know of that definitely does not have my condition."

  "You mean it isn't ugly?"

  Bean laughed. "You've done well here in the Philippines, my friend."

  "It's easy. Somebody argues with me, I just say, 'I was in Ender's Jeesh,' and they shut up and do what I say."

  "It's just like that for me, too."

  "Except for Peter."

  "Especially Peter," said Bean. "I'm the power behind the throne, didn't you know? Don't you read the papers?"

  "I notice the papers love to mention your zero-wins record as a commander in Battle School."

  "Some achievements are so extraordinary," said Bean, "that you never live them down."

  "How's Petra?" asked Fly. And they talked about people they both knew and reminisced about Battle School and Command School and the war with the Buggers until they got to a private home in the hills east of Manila.

  There were several cars in front. Two soldiers wearing their new FPE uniforms stood at either side of the door.

  "Guards?" asked Bean.

  Fly shrugged. "Not my idea."

  They did not have to prove who they were. And when they got inside, they realized that this was not the meeting either of them expected.

  It was a reunion, apparently, of Ender's Jeesh--those that were available. Dink, Shen, Vlad on one side of a long table. Crazy Tom, Carn Carby, and Dumper--Champi T'it'u--on the other. And at the head of the table, Graff and Rackham.

  "Now all are here that were invited," said Graff. "Please, Fly, Bean, take your seats. Bean, I trust that you will tell Petra all that goes on here. As for Han Tzu and Caliph Alai, they're now heads of state and don't travel easily or surreptitiously. However, everything we say to you will be said to them."

  "I know some people who'd like to bomb this room," said Vlad.

  "There's still someone unaccounted for," said Shen.

  "Ender is voyaging safely. His ship is functioning perfectly. His ansible works well. Remember, though, that for him it has been scarcely a year since this group destroyed the Hive Queens. Even if you could talk to him, he would seem...young. The world has changed, and so have you." Graff glanced back at Rackham. "Mazer and I are deeply concerned, about you and about the world as a whole."

  "We're doing all right," said Carn Carby.

  "And thanks to Bean and Ender's big brother, maybe the world is, too," said Dumper. He said it a little defiantly, as if he expected to be argued with.

  "I don't give a rat's ass about the world," said Bean. "I'm being blackmailed into helping Peter. And not by Peter."

  "Bean is referring to a bargain he entered into with me of his own free will," said Graff.

  "What's this meeting about?" asked Dink. "You're not our teacher any more." He glanced up at Rackham. "You're not our commander, either. We haven't forgotten how you both lied to us continually."

  "We never could convince you of our sincere devotion to your welfare back in school, Dink," said Graff. "So as Dink requests, I won't waste time on preli
minaries. Look around this table. How old are you?"

  "Old enough to know better," muttered Carn.

  "What are you, Bean, sixteen?" asked Fly.

  "I was never actually born," said Bean, "and the records of my decanting were destroyed when I was about a year old. But sixteen is probably close."

  "And all the rest of us must be around twenty, give or take," said Fly. "What's your point, Colonel Graff?"

  "Call me Hyrum," said Graff. "I'd like to think we're colleagues now."

  "Colleagues in what," muttered Dink.

  "Back when you last met," said Graff, "when Achilles arranged for your kidnapping in Russia--you were already held in high esteem throughout the world. You were regarded as having...potential. Since then, however, one of your number has become Caliph, unified the ununifiable Muslim world, and masterminded the conquest of China and the...liberation of India."

  "Alai's lost his mind, that's what he's done," said Carn.

  "And Han Tzu is Emperor of China. Bean is commander of the undefeated armies of the FPE, plus being known as the man who finally brought Achilles down. All in all, what once was viewed as potential is now regarded as a certainty."

  "So what have you assembled here?" said Crazy Tom. "The losers?"

  "I've assembled the people that national governments will turn to to stop Peter Wiggin from uniting the world."

  They looked around at each other.

  "Nobody's talked to me yet," said Fly Molo.

  "But they turned to you to put down the Muslim rebellion in the Philippines, didn't they?" said Rackham.

  "We're citizens of our countries," said Crazy Tom.

  "Mine rents me out," said Dink. "Like a taxi."

  "Because you always get along so well with authority," said Crazy Tom.

  "Here's what will happen," said Graff. "Some combination of China, India, and the Muslim world destroy each other. Whichever one emerges on top, Bean destroys on the battlefield on behalf of the FPE. Does anyone doubt he can do it?"

  Bean raised his hand.

  No one else did.

  And then Dink did.

  "He's not hungry," he said.

  No one argued with him.

  "Now, what could Dink possibly mean by that?" said Graff. "Any ideas?"

  No one seemed to have any.

  "You don't want to say it, but I will," said Graff. "It's well known that Bean scored higher on the Battle School tests than anyone else in history. No one else was close. Well, Ender, but 'close' is such a relative term. Let's say Ender scored closest. But we don't know how close because Bean was off the charts."

  "How?" said Dink. "He answered questions you didn't ask?"

  "Exactly," said Graff. "That's what Sister Carlotta showed me. He had time to spare in taking the tests. He commented on them and mentioned how the test could have been improved. He was unstoppable. Irresistible. That's what the world knows about Julian Delphiki. And yet when we put him in charge of all of you on Eros, in Command School, while we were waiting for Ender to make up his mind about whether to continue his...education--how did that go?"

  Again silence.

  "Oh, why must we pretend that things weren't as they were?" said Graff.

  "We didn't like it," said Dink. "He was younger than all of us."

  "So was Ender," said Graff.

  "But we knew Ender," said Crazy Tom.

  "We loved Ender," said Shen.

  "Everybody loved Ender," said Fly.

  "I can give you a list of people who hated him. But you loved him. And you didn't love Bean. Why is that?"

  Bean barked out a laugh. The others looked at him. Except the ones who were embarrassed and looked away. "I never learned how to be cuddly," said Bean. "In an orphanage that would have got me adopted, but on the street, it would have got me killed."

  "Nonsense," said Graff. "Cuddly wouldn't have cut it with this group anyway."

  "And you actually were cuddly," said Carn. "No offense, but you were spunky."

  "If that's your word for 'bratty little asshole,'" said Dink mildly.

  "Now now," said Graff. "You didn't dislike Bean personally. Most of you. But you didn't like serving under him. And you can't say that it's because you were too independent to serve under anybody, because you gladly served under Ender. You gave Ender everything you had."

  "More than we had," said Fly.

  "But not Bean." Graff said it like it was proof of something.

  "Is this a therapy group?" asked Dink.

  Vlad spoke up. "Of course it is. He wants us to reach the same conclusion he's already reached."

  "Do you know what it is?" asked Graff.

  Vlad took a breath. "Hyrum thinks that the reason we didn't follow Bean the way we followed Ender was because we knew something about Bean that the rest of the world doesn't know. And because of that, we're likely to be willing to challenge him in battle, while the rest of the world would just give up and surrender to him because of his reputation. Isn't that about it?"

  Graff smiled benignly.

  "But that's stupid," said Dumper. "Bean really is a good commander. I've seen him. Commanding his Rwandans in our campaign in Peru. It's true that the Peruvian Army wasn't well led or well trained, but those Rwandans--they worshipped Bean. They would have marched off a cliff if he asked them to. When he twitched, they sprang into action."

  "And your point is?" asked Dink.

  "My point is," said Dumper, "we didn't follow him well, but other people do. Bean's the real thing. He's still the best of us."

  "I haven't seen his Rwandans," said Fly, "but I've seen him with the men he and Suriyawong trained. Back when the forces of the Hegemon were a hundred guys and two choppers. Dumper's right. Alexander the Great couldn't have had soldiers more devoted and more effective."

  "Thanks for the testimonials, boys," said Bean, "but you're missing Hyrum's point."

  "'Hyrum,'" muttered Dink. "Aren't we cozy."

  "Just tell them," said Bean. "They know it, but they don't know that they know it."

  "You tell them," said Graff.

  "Is this a Chinese reeducation camp? Do we have to indulge in self-criticism?" Bean laughed bitterly. "It's what Dink said right at the start. I'm not hungry. Which might seem stupid, considering I spent my whole infancy starving to death. But I'm not hungry for supremacy. And all of you are."

  "That's the great secret of the tests," said Graff. "Sister Carlotta gave the standard battery of tests we used. But there was an additional test. One that I gave, or one of my most trusted aides. A test of ambition. Competitive ambition. You all scored very, very high. Bean didn't."

  "Bean's not ambitious?"

  "Bean wants victory," said Graff. "He likes to win. He needs to win. But he doesn't need to beat anybody."

  "We all cooperated with Ender," said Carn. "We didn't have to beat him."

  "But you knew he would lead you to victory. And in the meanwhile, you were all competing with each other. Except Bean."

  "Only because he was better than any of us. Why compete if you've won?" said Fly.

  "If any one of you came up against Bean in battle, who would win?"

  They rolled their eyes or chuckled or otherwise showed their derision for the question.

  "That would depend," said Carn Carby, "on the terrain, and the weather, and the sign of the zodiac. Nothing's sure in war, is it?"

  "There wasn't any weather in the Battle Room," said Fly, grinning.

  "You can conceive of beating Bean, can't you?" said Graff. "And it's possible. Because Bean is only better than the rest of you if all else is equal. Only it never is. And one of the most important variables in war is the hunger that makes you take ridiculous chances because you intuit that there's a path to victory and you have to take that path because anything other than winning is inconceivable. Unbearable."

  "Very poetic," said Dink. "The romance of war."

  "Look at Lee," said Graff.

  "Which one?" said Shen. "The Chinese or the American?"
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  "Lee L-E-E the Virginian," said Graff. "When the enemy was on Virginia soil, he won. He took the chances he needed to take. He sent Stonewall Jackson out on a forest path at Chancellorsville, dividing his forces and exposing himself dangerously against Hooker, exactly the sort of reckless commander who could have exploited the opportunity if he'd realized it."

  "Hooker was an idiot."

  "We say that because he lost," said Graff. "But would he have lost if Lee had not taken the dangerous move he took? My point isn't to refight Chancellorsville. My point is--"

  "Antietam and Gettysburg," said Bean.

  "Exactly. As soon as Lee left Virginia and entered Northern territory, he wasn't hungry anymore. He believed in the cause of defending Virginia, but he did not believe in the cause of slavery, and he knew that's what the war was about. He didn't want to see his state defeated, but he didn't want to see the southern cause win. All unconsciously. He didn't know this about himself. But it was true."

  "It had nothing to do with the North's overwhelming force?"

  "Lee lost at Antietam against the second stupidest and most timid commander the North had, McClellan. And Meade at Gettysburg wasn't terribly imaginative. Meade saw the high ground and he took it. And what did Lee do? Based on how Lee acted in all his Virginia campaigns, what would you have expected Lee to do?"

  "Refuse to fight on that ground," said Fly. "Maneuver. Slide right. Steal a march. Get between Meade and Washington. Find a battlefield where the Unions would have to try to force his position."

  "He was low on supplies," said Dink. "And he didn't have the information from his cavalry."

  "Excuses," said Vlad. "No excuses in war. Graff is right. Lee didn't act like Lee, once he left Virginia. But that's Lee. What does that have to do with Bean?"

  "He thinks," said Bean, "that when I don't believe in a cause, I can be beaten. That I would beat myself. The trouble is that I do believe in the cause. I think Peter Wiggin is a decent man. Ruthless, but I've seen how he uses power, and he doesn't use it to hurt anybody. He really is trying to create a world order that leads to peace. I want him to win. I want him to win quickly. And if any of you think you can stop me."