Ender in Exile

by Orson Scott Card

  "Don't try to distract me by making me angry at your ethnic stereotypes," said Dorabella. "We have only a few weeks left before we arrive--"

  "Two months is not 'a few weeks.'"

  "Eight is a few. When we reach Shakespeare, one thing is certain. Admiral Morgan is not going to turn the colony over to a fifteen-year-old boy. That would be irresponsible. He likes Ender--everyone does--but in Battle School all they did was play games all day. It takes someone with experience in leadership to govern a colony. This has never been said outright, mind you. But I have gleaned this from things that were hinted at or almost said or...overheard."

  "You've been eavesdropping."

  "I've been present and human ears don't close. My point is that the very best way it could all turn out is if Ender Wiggin is governor, but taking the advice of Admiral Morgan."

  "On everything."

  "That's better than Ender being put in stasis and sent home."

  "No! He wouldn't do that!"

  "It has already been threatened, and there have been hints that it might be necessary. Now, look at this picture: Ender and a beautiful colonist girl fall in love. They pledge to marry. Now he's affianced. It happens that his mother-in-law-to-be--"

  "Who happens to be a deranged woman who thinks she's a fairy and the mother of a fairy."

  "In-law-to-be is married or about to be married to the admiral who is most definitely going to be the power behind the throne, so to speak. Unless Ender gives him trouble, in which case he'll take the throne, so to speak, quite openly. But Ender will not give him trouble, because he won't need to. His beautiful young wife will look out for his interests by talking things over with her mother, who will then talk things over with her husband, and everything will work smoothly for everyone."

  "In other words, I would marry him in order to be a spy."

  "There would be a pair of loving and beloved go-betweens who would make sure there was never any conflict between the admirals on this ship."

  "By suppressing Ender and making him dance to Quincy's tune."

  "Until he becomes old enough and experienced enough himself," said Dorabella.

  "Which would happen exactly never, at least not in Quincy's eyes," said Alessandra. "Mother, I'm not stupid and neither is anyone else involved in this. You're betting that Admiral Morgan will seize power, and so by marrying him, you'll be the wife of the governor of the colony. But because you can't be sure that Ender Wiggin won't prevail, you want me to marry him. That way, no matter who wins this little power struggle, we'll be able to cash in. Am I correct?"

  Alessandra had spoken the phrase "cash in" in English. Dorabella seized on that. "Shakespeare Colony has no cash yet, darling," said Dorabella. "It's all barter and allotment so far. You haven't been studying the lessons on our colony-to-be."

  "Mother," said Alessandra. "That is your plan, isn't it?"

  "Hardly," said Dorabella. "I'm a woman in love. So are you. Don't deny it!"

  "I think about him all the time," said Alessandra. "I dream of him every night. If that's being in love, they need a pill to cure it."

  "You only feel that way because the boy you love is not aware enough of his own feelings to make things clear to you or even to himself. That's what I've been trying to tell you all along."

  "No, Mother," said Alessandra. "You've been trying to do everything but tell me. What you want me to do, but refuse to say out loud, is seduce him."

  "I do not."

  "Mother!"

  "I've already said this. There's a lot of road between pining for him and seducing him. There's little touches."

  "He doesn't like being touched."

  "He thinks he doesn't like being touched because he doesn't yet understand that he's in love with you."

  "Wow," said Alessandra. "And all of this without a degree in psychology."

  "A fairy woman doesn't need to study psychology, she's born with it."

  "Mother!"

  "You keep saying that. As if you weren't sure I know my title. Yes, dear, I am indeed your mother."

  "For once in your life, can't you just say what you mean?"

  Dorabella closed her eyes. Saying things plainly had never worked out well for her. Yet Alessandra was right. The girl was so naive she really didn't know what Dorabella was talking about. She didn't understand the need, the urgency--and she didn't understand what she had to do about it.

  Candor was probably unavoidable. Might as well get it over with.

  "Sit down, darling," said Dorabella.

  "So it's going to be a more complicated self-deception," said Alessandra. "One that requires rest."

  "I'm cutting you out of my will if you keep that up."

  "That threat won't work until you have something to leave me that I want to have."

  "Sit down, bratty bad girl," said Dorabella, using her playfully stern voice.

  Alessandra lay down on her bed. "I'm listening."

  "You can never just do what I ask, can you."

  "I'm listening, and you didn't ask, you commanded."

  Dorabella took a deep breath and laid it on the line. "If you don't have Ender Wiggin locked down and tied up in a relationship with you within these next four weeks, he almost certainly will be left behind on this ship, under guard or in stasis, when Admiral Morgan goes down to see how the colony is getting along. But if Ender Wiggin is Admiral Morgan's son-in-law-to-be, then he will most definitely be presented to the Shakespearians as their new governor. So either you will be affianced to the titular governor and hero of the human race, or you'll be permanently separated from him and will have to pick one of the local clowns when it comes time for you to marry."

  Alessandra closed her eyes for long enough that Dorabella was thinking about throwing a cup of water on her to wake her back up.

  "Thank you," said Alessandra.

  "For what?"

  "For telling me what you actually meant," said Alessandra. "What the plan is. I can see that whatever I do will be for Ender's own good. But I'm fifteen, Mother, and the only thing I know is the way the worst girls in school behaved. I don't think that will have any good results with Ender Wiggin. So even though I would like to do what you say, I have no idea how to do it."

  Dorabella went to Alessandra's bed and knelt beside it and kissed her daughter's cheek. "My darling girl, all you had to do was ask."

  CHAPTER 14

  To: smenach%ShakespeareCol@colmin.gov

  From: GovDes%ShakespeareCol@colmin.gov/voy

  Subj: As we approach

  Dear Dr. Menach,

  I have admired--and been grateful for--your work as I've studied it during the voyage. Vitaly Kolmogorov spoke of you with feelings beyond admiration--awe and deep friendship are also inadequate words--and while I have not known you as he did, I have seen your accomplishments. The fact that I and the thousands of new colonists with me will arrive to find Shakespeare Colony a going concern, instead of coming here as rescuers of a failing colony, is owed to all the colonists, of course, but without your solutions for the diseases and protein incompatibilities, it is quite likely we would have come to find no one here at all.

  Vitaly told me that you were reluctant to consider accepting the governorship, but I see that you have done so, and governed effectively for nearly five years. Thank you for bending your principles and accepting a political job. I can assure you that I was nearly as reluctant to take the job myself; in my case, I had nowhere else to go.

  I am young and inexperienced as a governor, though like you I have served my time as a soldier. I hope to find you in place when I arrive, so I can learn from you and work with you in helping assimilate four thousand "new colonists" and one thousand "old colonists" so that, within a reasonable period of time, they will simply be...citizens of Shakespeare.

  My name is Andrew Wiggin, but I have usually been called by my childhood nickname, Ender. Since you served as a pilot during the battle within the system where now you are a colonist, it is quite possible that you heard my
voice; certainly you heard the voice of at least one of my fellow commanders. I grieve for those pilots whom we lost during that action; we may not have known that our mistakes would cost real lives, but that does not remove our responsibility. I realize that for you, more than forty years have passed; for me, that battle was only three years ago, and has never been far from my thoughts. I am about to face the soldiers who actually fought that battle, and who remember those whose lives were lost because of my mistakes.

  I look forward to meeting the children and grandchildren who have been born to your compatriots. They, of course, will have no memory of battles that to them are ancient history. They will have no idea who I am, or why they would be insulted by having a fifteen-year-old boy placed over them as governor.

  Fortunately, I have with me the very experienced Admiral Quincy Morgan, who has kindly offered to extend his leadership over the colony as well as the ship, for as long as he remains here. Vitaly and I discussed the nature of leadership and command, and we came to think of Quincy Morgan as a man of peace and authority; you will know better than I what that can mean for the colony.

  I am sorry for the burdens that our coming will impose on you, and grateful in advance.

  Sincerely,

  Andrew

  To: GovDes%ShakespeareCol@colmin.gov/voy

  From: smenach%ShakespeareCol@colmin.gov

  Subj: Poor scheduling

  Dear Ender,

  Thank you for your thoughtful letter. I do understand exactly what you meant about Admiral Morgan being a man of peace and authority, and I wish I were equipped to give him the appropriate greeting. But the only soldiers among us are as old as me; our youngsters have had no reason to learn military discipline or skills of any kind. I fear you would find our attempts at maneuvers an embarrassment. Whatever ceremonies are to take place upon your arrival must be planned entirely from your end. Having seen YOUR work, observing it at least as closely as you have observed mine, I have every confidence that you will handle everything with perfect aplomb.

  Not since Vitaly died have I had the opportunity to use "aplomb" in a sentence. Perhaps, since you are to be governor (to my great relief), I have simply transferred to you the style of discourse I always used with him.

  It is unfortunate that your arrival coincides with an urgent and long-scheduled trip I must take. I am no longer lead xenobiologist, but my duties in that area have not simply disappeared. Now that you are coming, I can at least make that journey into the broad stretch of land to the south of us, which remains almost completely unexplored. We settled in a semitropical climate, so we wouldn't freeze to death if we could not find adequate fuel and shelter when we first arrived. Now you are bringing Earth vegetation which needs cooler climes to thrive, and I must see if there are appropriate environments for them. I also need to see if there are indigenous fruits, vegetables, and grasses that we might be able to make use of, now that you're bringing means of transportation that could make it practical for us to grow crops in one climate and consume them in another.

  For reasons that should be obvious to you, I also believe that having an old man underfoot will not be as helpful to you as you imagine. When two men who have been called "governor" are together, people will turn to the one they have more experience with. And the new people, having been in stasis, will probably follow the practice of the old. My absence will be your greatest asset. Ix Tolo, the head xenobiologist, can acquaint you with ongoing projects.

  I'm sure you will understand that my taking this journey does not reflect any wish on my part not to meet you or help you. If I thought my presence would be better for the colony than my absence, one of my greatest pleasures would be to shake the hand of the commander who led us to victory. Among the old coots of the colony, you'll find many who are still in awe of you. Please be patient with them if they're a bit tongue-tied.

  Sincerely,

  Sel

  Sel began quietly to prepare for an expedition southward. It would be on foot--there had been no beasts of burden in the original expedition, and he was not going to deprive the colony of any of its vehicles. And even though many of the new edible hybrids had spread widely, he meant to pass out of their optimum climate, which meant he would have to carry his food with him. Fortunately, he didn't eat much, and he would bring along six of the new dogs he had genetically altered to be able to metabolize the local proteins. The dogs would hunt, and then he would harvest two of them--and turn the other four loose, two breeding pairs that could live off the land.

  New predators turned loose in the wild--Sel knew exactly how dangerous this could be to the local ecology. But they could not eat all the native species and would not interfere with the vegetation. It would be important during later exploration and colonization to find edible and tamable creatures loose in the wild.

  We aren't here to preserve the local ecology like a museum. We're here to colonize, to suit the world for ourselves.

  Which is precisely what the formics had started to do to Earth. Only their approach was much more drastic--burn all, and then plant vegetation from the formics' native planet.

  Yet for some reason they had not done so here. He had found none of the species the formics had planted on Earth during the Scouring of China nearly a century ago. This was one of the formics' oldest colonies, and its flora and fauna seemed to be too distant, genetically, to have shared common ancestors with the formic varieties. It must have been settled before they developed the formification strategy they had begun to use on Earth.

  In all the years till now, Sel had had to devote himself entirely to the genetic research required to keep the colony viable, and then, for the past five years, to governing the colony. Now he could go into unexplored lands and learn what he could.

  He could not go any great distance--he supposed a few hundred kilometers would be his limit--for it would do no good to range so far that he could not return and report his findings.

  Ix Tolo helped him pack, griping about this and that--his normal behavior. Not taking enough equipment, taking too much, not enough food, too much water, why this, why not that...it was his constant attention to detail that made him effective in his job and Sel bore it with good humor.

  And, of course, Ix had a mind of his own.

  "You can unpack that other bag," Sel told him, "because you're not going with me."

  "Other bag?"

  "I'm not an idiot. Half the equipment I decided not to take, you've put into another pack, along with more food and an extra bedroll."

  "I never thought you were an idiot. But I'm not so stupid I'd endanger the colony by sending both our lead xenobiologists on the same journey."

  "So who's the pack for?"

  "My son Po."

  "I've always been bothered that you named him for an insanely romantic Chinese poet. Why nobody from Mayan history?"

  "All the characters in the Popol Vuh have numbers instead of names. He's a sensible kid. Strong. If he had to, he could carry you back home."

  "I'm not that old and wizened."

  "He could do it," said Ix. "But only if you're alive. Otherwise, he'll watch and record the process of decomposition, and then sample the microbes and worms that manage to feed on your old Earthborn corpse."

  "Glad to see you still think like a scientist and not a sentimental fool."

  "Po is good company."

  "And he'll allow me to carry enough equipment for the trip to be useful. While you stay here and play with the new stuff from the colony ship."

  "And train the xenobiologists they've sent along," said Ix. "No doubt you've told Wiggin that I'll help him. That will not happen. I'll have plenty of work to do in my own field without babysitting the new governor."

  Sel ignored his kvetching. He knew Ix would help in whatever way Wiggin needed him to. "And Po's mother is happy about his going with me?"

  "No," said Ix. "But she knows he'd never speak to her again if she barred him from it. So we have her blessing. More or less."

 
"Then first thing in the morning, we're off."

  "Unless the new governor forbids you."

  "His authority doesn't begin until he sets foot on this planet. He isn't even in orbit yet."

  "Haven't you looked at their manifest? They have four skimmers."

  "If we need one, we'll radio back for it. Otherwise, don't tell them where we went."

  "Good thing the formics got rid of all the major predators on this planet."

  "There's no self-respecting predator would eat an old wad of gristle like me."

  "I was thinking of my son."

  "He won't want to eat me either, even if we run out of food."

  That night, Sel went to bed early and then, as usual, got up to pee after only a few hours of sleep. He noticed that the ansible was blinking. Message.

  Not my problem.

  Well, that wasn't true, was it? If Wiggin's authority didn't begin until he set foot on the planet, then Sel was still acting governor. So any messages from Earth, he had to receive.

  He sat down and signaled that he was ready to receive.

  There were two messages recorded. He played the first one. It consisted of the face of the Minister of Colonization, Graff, and his message was brief.

  "I know you're planning to skip town before Wiggin gets there. Talk to Wiggin before you go. He won't try to stop you, so relax."

  That was it.

  The other message was from Wiggin. He looked his age, but his adult height was coming on him. In the colony, teenagers his size were expected to do a man's work, and got a man's vote in the meetings. So maybe his position wouldn't be as awkward as Sel expected.

  "Please contact me by ansible as soon as you get this," said Ender. "We're in radio distance, but I don't want anyone else to be able to intercept the signal."

  Sel toyed with the idea of turning the message over to Ix to answer, but decided against it. The point wasn't to hide from Wiggin, was it? Only to leave the field clear for him.

  So he signaled his intention to make a connection. It took only a few minutes for Wiggin to appear. Now that the colony ship wasn't traveling at a relativistic speed, there was no time differential, and therefore the ansible transmitted instantly. Not even the time lag of radio.