Ix was off the skimmer almost before it stopped, and ran to his son and embraced him. Ender might be governor, but Ix was in charge here, giving instructions to the marines about where to park and unload. Ender authorized the instructions with a wink, and then set to work helping the men with their work. He was tall enough now that he could do a decent share of it, though not as much as two adult men with marine training. They found things to chat about while they worked, and Ender broached a subject that he'd been thinking about through most of the voyage.
'A world like this,' said Ender, 'almost makes you sorry to leave again, doesn't it?'
'Not me,' said one of them. 'Everything's so dirty. Give me shipboard life and crappy food!'
But the other one said nothing, just glanced at Ender and then looked away. So he was considering it. Staying. That was something Ender would have to negotiate with Morgan. He would be sorry if the way he thwarted Morgan's plans made it impossible to work out a way for some of the crew to stay. Still, there'd be time to figure it out. Work out a trade — because there had to be at least a few of the younger generation born here on Shakespeare who were longing to get out of this place, this tiny village, and see a wider world. It was the old tradition of the sea. And of the circus. Lose a few crew members in every port or town, but pick up a few others who have an itchy foot or a dreamy eye.
Out of the cavern emerged an old man, who took more than a few moments to straighten up from being inside the cave. He spoke for a few moments to Po and Ix, and then, as they headed inside the cavern, dragging a sledge filled with roots and fruits — a sledge that Ix had made sure they loaded onto a skimmer — Sel Menach turned to look at Ender for the first time.
'Ender Wiggin,' he said.
'Sel Menach,' said Ender. 'Po said you had a giant worm situation going on here.'
Sel looked at the marines, who had their hands on their sidearms. 'No weapons needed. We're not exactly talking with the things, but they understand rudimentary images.'
'Things?' asked Ender.
'While we were feeding the one, two others came up. I don't know if it's enough to sustain a breeding population, but it's better than coming upon a species when only one specimen is left alive. Or none.'
''Formicoid' is a word that's been bandied about,' said Ender.
'Can't be sure till we get the genetic material scoped and scanned,' said Sel. 'If they were really formics, they'd be dead. The adult bodies have carapaces; they're not furred, with an endoskeleton. Might not even be as close to formics as lemurs are to us — or they might be as close as chimps. But Ender,' said Sel, his eyes glistening. 'I talked to it. No, I thought to it. I gave it an image and it responded. And it gave me one back. Showed me how to hitch a ride on it through the tunnel.'
Ender looked at Sel's scraped and torn clothing. 'Rough ride.'
'Rough road,' said Sel. 'The ride was fine.'
'You know I came here for the formics,' said Ender.
'Me too,' said Sel, grinning. 'To kill them.'
'But now to understand them,' said Ender.
'I think we've found a key here. Maybe not to every last door, but it'll open something.' Then he put an arm across Ender's shoulder and led him away from the others. Ender usually disliked the arm-across-the-shoulder move — it was how one man asserted superiority over another. But there was no hint of that in Sel. It was more like an assertion of camaraderie. Even conspiracy. 'I know we can't talk openly,' said Sel, 'but give it to me straight. Are you governor or not?'
'In fact as well as name,' said Ender. 'The threat was averted and he's back on the ship, cooperating as if that's all he ever intended.'
'Maybe it was,' said Sel.
Ender laughed. 'And maybe this larva you've found will teach us calculus before the day is out.'
'I'll be happy if it knows how to count to five.'
Later, after night fell and the men sat around a fire eating the fresh, easily spoiled food Po's mother had sent for tonight's supper, Sel was expansive, full of speculation, full of hope. 'These creatures metabolize gold and extrude it in their carapaces. Maybe they do it with whatever metal is in the ore, or maybe they bred separate subspecies for each metal they needed. Maybe this isn't the only population with survivors. Maybe we can locate iron miners, copper miners, tin, silver, aluminum, anything we need. But if this group is average, then we'll find some groups that are all dead, and some that have larger populations. It would be too freakish for this to be the last surviving group in the world.'
'We'll get on it right away,' said Ender. 'While we still have marines from the ship to help in the search. And they can take. locals with them to learn how to fly the skimmers like experts before the ship goes away.'
Ix laughed. 'You almost said 'natives' instead of 'locals.»
'Yes,' Ender admitted freely. 'I did.'
'It's all right,' said Ix. 'The formics didn't evolve here either. So 'native' just means 'born here, and that describes me and Po — everybody except the ancient ones of Sel's generation. Natives and newcomers, but in the next generation, we'll all be natives.'
'Then you think that's the term we should use?'
'Native Shakespearians,' said Ix. 'That's what we are.'
'I hope we don't have to do some kind of blood ceremony or initiation to be accepted into the tribe.'
'No,' said Ix. 'White man bringing skimmer is always welcome.'
'Just because I'm white doesn't mean — ' Then Ender saw the laughter in Ix's eyes and smiled. 'I'm too eager not to give offense,' said Ender. 'So eager I was too quick to take offense.'
'You'll get used to our Mayan sense of humor eventually,' said Ix.
'No he won't,' said Sel. 'Nobody else has gotten used to it, anyway.'
'Everybody but you, old man,' said Ix.
Sel laughed along with the others, and then the conversation took another turn, with the marines describing their training, and talking about what life was like on Earth and in the high-tech society that moved throughout the solar system.
Ender noticed Sel getting a faraway look in his eyes, and misunderstood what it meant. As they prepared for sleep, Ender took a moment to ask Sel, 'Do you ever give any thought to going back? Home? To Earth?'
Sel visibly shuddered. 'No! What would I do there? Here's where everyone and everything I love and care about are.' Then he got that wistful look again. 'No, I just can't help but think that it's just a damn shame that I didn't find this place thirty or twenty or even ten years ago. So busy, so much work right around the settlement, always meant to make this trip, and if I'd only done it back then, there'd have been more of them alive, and I'd have had more years to take part in the work. Missed opportunity, my young friend! There is no life without regret.'
'But you're glad that you found them now.'
'Yes I am,' said Sel. 'Everybody misses some things, finds others. This is something I helped to find. With not a minute to spare.' Then he smiled. 'One thing I noticed. I don't know if it matters, but. the larva hadn't eaten the gold bug we found, the one that was still alive. And those larvae, they're voracious.'
'They only eat carrion?' asked Ender.
'No, no, they went down on the turtles just fine. Not Earth turtles, but we call them that. They like living meat. But eating the gold bugs, that was cannibalism, you understand? That was their parents' generation. Eating them because there was nothing else. But they waited until they were dead. You see?'
Ender nodded. He saw perfectly. A rudimentary sense of respect for the living. For the rights of others. Whatever these gold bugs were, they were not mere animals. They weren't formics, but maybe they would give Ender his chance to get inside the formic mind, at least at one remove.
CHAPTER 17
From: Gov%[email protected]
Subj: Let's have a very quiet revolution
