Morgan took the olive branch. 'I'm glad you see it that way, Admiral Wiggin.'
'Ender,' Ender corrected him.
Valentine stood up, smiling. 'So if you don't mind, I'll leave the whole thing unencrypted here on your desk, as long as you assure me that every speck of it will be downloaded into the library — except my brother's personal letter.' She turned to Ender. 'He says he loves me and misses me and he wants me to tell you to write to our parents. They aren't getting any younger, and they're very hurt not to have heard from you.'
'Yes,' said Ender. 'I should have done that as soon as the ship left. But I didn't want to take up ansible time on personal matters.' He smiled ruefully at Morgan. 'And then we end up doing this, all because Peter and Graff have an inflated sense of their own importance.'
'I'll tell my egocentric brother to send future messages a different way,' said Valentine. 'I assume you won't mind my sending such a message by ansible.'
They were heading for the door, Morgan shepherding them, full of smiles and 'I'm glad you're so understanding,' when Ender stopped.
'Oh, Admiral Morgan,' said Ender.
'Please call me Quincy.'
'Oh, I could never do that,' said Ender. 'Our respective ranks allow it, but if anybody heard me address you that way, there'd be no way to erase the visual image of a teenager speaking to the captain of the ship in a way that could only seem disrespectful. I'm sure we agree on that. Nothing can undermine the authority of the captain.'
'Very wisely said,' Morgan replied. 'You're taking better care of my position than I am myself. But you wanted to say something?'
'Yes. The play reading. It really is just that — we're reading Taming of the Shrew. I'm playing Lucentio. Val has a small part, too. Everyone was looking forward to it. And now it's been canceled without a word of explanation.'
Morgan looked puzzled. 'If it's just a play reading, then go ahead and do it.'
'Of course we will,' said Ender, 'now that we have your permission. But you see, some of the participants invited crew members to attend. And the cancellation might leave some bad feelings. Hard on morale, don't you think? I wanted to suggest a sort of gesture from you, to show that it really was a misunderstanding. To patch up any bad feelings.'
'What sort of gesture?' asked Morgan.
'Just — when we reschedule it, why don't you come and watch? Let them see you laughing at the comedy.'
'He could play a part,' said Valentine. 'I'm sure the man playing Christopher Sly —»
'My sister is joking,' said Ender. 'This is a comedy, and every part in it is beneath the dignity of the captain of the ship. I'm only suggesting that you attend. Perhaps just for the first half. You can always plead urgent business at the break halfway through. Everyone will understand. Meanwhile, though, they'll all see that you really do care about them and what they do during this voyage. It will go a long way toward making them feel good about your leadership, during the voyage and after we arrive.'
'After we arrive?' asked Valentine.
Ender looked at her in wide-eyed innocence. 'As Admiral Morgan pointed out to me during our conversation, none of the colonists will be likely to follow the leadership of a teenage boy. They'll need to be assured that Admiral Morgan's authority is behind whatever I do, officially, as governor. So I think that makes it all the more important that they see the admiral and get to know him, so they'll trust him to provide strong leadership.'
Ender was afraid Valentine was going to lose control right there and either laugh or scream at him. But she did neither. 'I see,' she said.
'That's actually a good idea,' said Admiral Morgan. 'Shall we go start it up?'
'Oh, no,' said Valentine. 'Everybody's too upset. Nobody will be at their best. Why not let us go smooth things over, explain that it was all a mistake and completely my fault. And then we can announce that you're going to attend, that you're glad the reading can go on after all, and we get a chance to perform for you. Everyone will be excited and happy. And if you can let off-duty crew come too, so much the better.'
'I don't want anything that lessens ship's discipline,' said Morgan.
Valentine's answer was immediate. 'If you're right there with them, laughing at the play and enjoying it, then I can't see that it will cause any weakening of the crew. It might even help morale. We actually do a pretty good job with the play.'
'It would mean a lot to all of us,' said Ender.
'Of course,' said Morgan. 'You do that, and I'll be there tomorrow at 1900. That was the starting time today, wasn't it?'
Ender and Valentine made their good-byes. The officers they passed looked amazed and relieved to see them smiling and chatting comfortably as they left.
Not till they were back in the stateroom did they let down the facade, and then only long enough for Valentine to say, 'He's planning for you to be a figurehead while he rules behind the throne?'
'There's no throne,' said Ender. 'It solves a lot of problems for me, don't you think? It was going to be tough for a fifteen-year-old kid to lead a bunch of colonists who've already been living and farming on Shakespeare for forty years by the time I get there. But a man like Admiral Morgan is used to giving orders and being obeyed. They'll fall right in line under his authority.'
Valentine stared at him like he was insane. Then Ender gave that little twitch of his lower lip that had always been the giveaway that he was being ironic. He hoped she would leap to the correct conclusion — that Admiral Morgan certainly had the means of listening in on all their conversations and was bound to be using it right now, so nothing they said could be regarded as private.
'All right,' said Valentine. 'If you're happy with it, I'm happy with it.' Whereupon she did that momentary bug-eyed thing she did to let him know she was lying.
'I'm done with responsibility, Val,' said Ender. 'I had quite enough in Battle School and on Eros. I intend to spend the voyage making friends and reading everything I can get my hands on.'
'And at the end, you can write an essay called 'How I Spent My Summer Vacation.»
'It's always summer when your heart is full of joy,' said Ender.
'You are so full of crap,' said Valentine.
CHAPTER 10
To: [email protected]/hegemon
From: vwiggin%[email protected]/citizen
Subj: you arrogant bastard
Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused, sending that package with such high priority that it shut down all other ansible communications with our ship? Certain persons thought it was some kind of attack on the ansible link and Ender was almost put into stasis for the duration — and that would have meant there AND back again.
Once we sorted it all out, though, the package itself was very informative. Apparently you were cursed by some pseudo-Confucian to live in interesting times. Please send follow-ups. But make them low enough priority, please, that regular ship's communications can continue. And don't let Graff address it to Ender. It comes to me as a colonist, not to the governor-designate.
Seems to me that you're doing all right. Though that all might have changed between your sending and my reply. Ain't space travel grand?
Has Ender written to the parents yet? I can't ask him (well, I HAVE asked him, but I can't get answers) and I can't ask THEM or they'll know I've been trying to get him to write, which would hurt them all the more if he hasn't written and discount the emotional value of his letters if he has.
Stay smart. They can't take that away from you.
Your former puppet,
