Ender's Game

even the war here. What do we do now?'

'We're kids,' said Petra. 'They'll probably make us go to school. It's a law. You have to go to school till you're seventeen.'

They all laughed at that. Laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

15

Speaker for the Dead

The lake was still; there was no breeze. The two men sat together in chairs on the floating dock. A small wooden raft was tied up at the dock; Graff hooked his foot in the rope and pulled the raft in, then let it drift out, then pulled it in again.

'You've lost weight.'

'One kind of stress puts it on, another takes it off. I'm a creature of chemicals.'

'It must have been hard.'

Graff shrugged. 'Not really. I knew I'd be acquitted.'

'Some of us weren't so sure. People were crazy for a while there. Mistreatment of children, negligent homicide—those videos of Bonzo's and Stilson's deaths were pretty gruesome. To watch one child do that to another.'

'As much as anything, I think the videos saved me. The prosecution edited them, but we showed the whole thing. It was plain that Ender was not the provocateur. After that, it was just a second-guessing game. I said I did what I believed was necessary for the preservation of the human race, and it worked; we got the judges to agree that the prosecution had to prove beyond doubt that Ender would have won the war without the training we gave him. After that, it was simple. The exigencies of war.'

'Anyway, Graff, it was a great relief to us. I know we quarreled, and I know the prosecution used tapes of our conversations against you. But by then I knew that you were right, and I offered to testify for you.'

'I know, Anderson. My lawyers told me.'

'So what will you do now?'

'I don't know. Still relaxing. I have a few years of leave accrued. Enough to take me to retirement, and I have plenty of salary that I never used, sitting around in banks. I could live on the interest. Maybe I'll do nothing.'

'It sounds nice. But I couldn't stand it. I've been offered the presidency of three different universities, on the theory that I'm an educator. They don't believe me when I say that all I ever cared about at the Battle School was the game. I think I'll go with the other offer.'

'Commissioner?'

'Now that the wars are over, it's time to play games again. It'll be almost like vacation, anyway. Only twenty-eight teams in the league. Though after years of watching those children flying, football is like watching slugs bash into each other.'

They laughed. Graff sighed and pushed the raft with his foot.

'That raft. Surely you can't float on it.'

Graff shook his head. 'Ender built it.'

'That's right. This is where you took him.'

'It's even been deeded over to him. I saw to it that he was amply rewarded. He'll have all the money he ever needs.'

'If they ever let him come back to use it.'

'They never will.'

'With Demosthenes agitating for him to come home?'

'Demosthenes isn't on the nets anymore.'

Anderson raised an eyebrow. 'What does that mean?'

'Demosthenes has retired. Permanently.'

'You know something, you old farteater. You know who Demosthenes is.'

'Was.'

'Well, tell me!'

'No.'

'You're no fun anymore, Graff.'

'I never was.'

'At least you can tell me why. There were a lot of us who thought Demosthenes would be Hegemon someday.'

'There was never a chance of that. No, even Demosthenes' mob of political cretins couldn't persuade the Hegemon to bring Ender back to Earth. Ender is far too dangerous.'

'He's only eleven. Twelve, now.'

'All the more dangerous because he could so easily be controlled. In all the world, the name of Ender is one to conjure with. The child-god, the miracle worker, with life and death in his hands. Every petty tyrant-to-be would like to have the boy, to set him in front of an army and watch the world either flock to join or cower in fear. If Ender came to Earth, he'd want to come here, to rest, to salvage what he can of his childhood. But they'd never let him rest.'

'I see. Someone explained that to Demosthenes?'

Graff smiled. 'Demosthenes explained it to someone else. Someone who could have used Ender as no one else could have, to rule the world and make the world like it.'

'Who?'

'Locke.'

'Locke is the one who argued for Ender to stay on Eros.'

'All is not always as it seems.'

'It's too deep for me, Graff. Give me the game. Nice, neat rules. Referees. Beginnings and endings. Winners and losers and then everybody goes home to their wives.'

'Get me tickets to some games now and then, all right?'

'You won't really stay here and retire, will you?'

'No.'

'You're going into the Hegemony, aren't you?'

'I'm the new Minister of Colonization.'

'So they're doing it.'

'As soon as we get the reports back on the bugger colony worlds. I mean, there they are, already fertile, with housing and industry in place, and all the buggers dead. Very convenient. We'll repeal the population limitation laws—'

'Which everybody hates—'

'And all those thirds and fourths and fifths get on starships and head out for worlds known and unknown.'

'Will people really go?'

'People always go. Always. They always believe they can make a better life than in the old world.'

'What the hell, maybe they can.'

***

At first Ender believed that they would bring him back to Earth as soon as things quieted down. But things were quiet now, had been quiet for a year, and it was plain to him now that they would not bring him back at all, that he was much more useful as a name and a story than he would ever be as an inconvenient flesh-and-blood person.

And there was the matter of the court martial on the crimes of Colonel Graff. Admiral Chamrajnagar tried to keep Ender from watching it, but failed—Ender had been awarded the rank of admiral, too, and this was one of the few times he asserted the privileges the rank implied. So he watched the videos of the fights with Stilson and