Im the best man youve got. But Id better be treated like it.
Or what? Ender smiled menacingly.
Or Ill be the worst man youve got. One or the other.
And what do you want? Love and kisses? Ender was getting angry now.
Bean was unworried. I want a toon.
Ender walked back to him and stood looking down into his eyes. Ill give a toon, he said, to the boys who prove theyre worth something. Theyve got to be good soldiers, theyve got to know how to take orders, theyve got to be able to think for themselves in a pinch, and theyve got to be able to keep respect. Thats how I got to be a commander. Thats how youll get to be a toon leader. Got it?
Bean smiled. Thats fair. If you actually work that way, Ill be a toon leader in a month.
Ender reached down and grabbed the front of his uniform and shoved him into the wall. When I say I work a certain way, Bean, then thats the way I work.
Bean just smiled. Ender let go of him and walked away, and didnt look back. He was sure, without looking, that Bean was still watching, still smiling, still just a little contemptuous. He might make a good toon leader at that. Ender would keep an eye on him.
CAPTAIN GRAFF, SIX foot two and a little chubby, stroked his belly as he leaned back in his chair. Across his desk sat Lieutenant Anderson, who was earnestly pointing out high points on a chart.
Here it is, Captain, Anderson said. Enders already got them doing a tactic thats going to throw off everyone who meets it. Doubled their speed.
Graff nodded.
And you know his test scores. He thinks well, too.
Graff smiled. All true, all true, Anderson, hes a fine student, shows real promise.
They waited.
Graff sighed. So what do you want me to do?
Enders the one. Hes got to be.
Hell never be ready in time, Lieutenant. Hes eleven, for heavens sake, man, what do you want, a miracle?
I want him into battles, every day starting tomorrow. I want him to have a years worth of battles in a month.
Graff shook his head. That would have his army in the hospital.
No, sir. Hes getting them into form. And we need Ender.
Correction, Lieutenant. We need somebody. You think its Ender.
All right, I think its Ender. Which of the commanders if it isnt him?
I dont know, Lieutenant. Graff ran his hands over his slightly fuzzy bald head. These are children, Anderson. Do you realize that? Enders army is nine years old. Are we going to put them against the older kids? Are we going to put them through hell for a month like that?
Lieutenant Anderson leaned even farther over Graffs desk.
Enders test scores, Captain!
Ive seen his bloody test scores! Ive watched him in battle, Ive listened to tapes of his training sessions. Ive watched his sleep patterns, Ive heard tapes of his conversations in the corridors and in the bathrooms, Im more aware of Ender Wiggins than you could possibly imagine! And against all the arguments, against his obvious qualities, Im weighing one thing. I have this picture of Ender a year from now, if you have your way. I see him completely useless, worn down, a failure, because he was pushed farther than he or any living person could go. But it doesnt weigh enough, does it, Lieutenant, because theres a war on, and our best talent is gone, and the biggest battles are ahead. So give Ender a battle every day this week. And then bring me a report.
Anderson stood and saluted. Thank you, sir.
He had almost reached the door when Graff called his name. He turned and faced the captain.
Anderson, Captain Graff said. Have you been outside, lately I mean?
Not since last leave, six months ago.
I didnt think so. Not that it makes any difference. But have you ever been to Beaman Park, there in the city? Hmm? Beautiful park. Trees. Grass. No nullo, no battles, no worries. Do you know what else there is in Beaman Park?
What, sir? Lieutenant Anderson asked.
Children, Graff answered.
Of course, children, said Anderson.
I mean children. I mean kids who get up in the morning when their mothers call them and they go to school and then in the afternoons they go to Beaman Park and play. Theyre happy, they smile a lot, they laugh, they have fun. Hmmm?
Im sure they do, sir.
Is that all you can say, Anderson?
Anderson cleared his throat. Its good for children to have fun, I think, sir. I know I did when I was a boy. But right now the world needs soldiers. And this is the way to get them.
Graff nodded and closed his eyes. Oh, indeed, youre right, by statistical proof and by all the important theories, and dammit they work and the system is right but all the same Enders older than I am. Hes not a child. Hes barely a person.
If thats true, sir, then at least we all know that Ender is making it possible for the others of his age to be playing in the park.
And Jesus died to save all men, of course. Graff sat up and looked at Anderson almost sadly. But were the ones, Graff said, were the ones who are driving in the nails.
ENDER WIGGINS LAY on his bed staring at the ceiling. He never slept more than five hours a nightbut the lights went off at 2200 and didnt come on again until 0600. So he stared at the ceiling and thought.
Hed had his army for three and a half weeks. Dragon Army. The name was assigned, and it wasnt a lucky one. Oh, the charts said that about nine years ago a Dragon Army had done fairly well. But for the next six years the name had been attached to inferior armies, and finally, because of the superstition that was beginning to play about the name, Dragon Army was retired. Until now. And now, Ender thought, smiling, Dragon Army was going to take them by surprise.
The door opened quietly. Ender did not turn his head. Someone stepped softly into his room, then left with the sound of the door shutting. When soft steps died away Ender rolled over and saw a white slip of paper lying on the floor. He reached down and picked it up.
Dragon Army against Rabbit Army, Ender Wiggins and Carn Carby, 0700.
The first battle. Ender got out of bed and quickly dressed. He went rapidly to the rooms of each of his toon leaders and told them to rouse their boys. In five minutes they were all gathered in the corridor, sleepy and slow. Ender spoke softly.
First battle, 0700 against Rabbit Army. Ive fought them twice before but theyve got a new commander. Never heard of him. Theyre an older group, though, and I know a few of their old tricks. Now wake up. Run, doublefast, warmup in workroom three.
For an hour and a half they worked out, with three mock battles and calisthenics in the corridor out of the nullo. Then for fifteen minutes they all lay up in the air, totally relaxing in the weightlessness. At 0650 Ender roused them and they hurried into the corridor. Ender led them down the corridor, running again, and occasionally leaping to touch a light panel on the ceiling. The boys all touched the same light panel. And at 0658 they reached their gate to the battleroom.
The members of toons C and D grabbed the first eight handholds in the ceiling of the corridor. Toons A, B, and E crouched on the floor. Ender hooked his feet into two handholds in the middle of the ceiling, so he was out of everyones way.
Which way is the enemys door? he hissed.
Down! they whispered back, and laughed.
Flashers on. The boxes in their hands glowed green. They waited for a few seconds more, and then the grey wall in front of them disappeared and the battleroom was visible.
Ender sized it up immediately. The familiar open grid of most early games, like the monkey bars at the park, with seven or eight boxes scattered through the grid. They called the boxes stars. There were enough of them, and in forward enough positions, that they were worth going for. Ender decided this in a second, and he hissed, Spread to near stars. E hold!
The four groups in the corners plunged through the forcefield at the doorway and fell down into the battleroom. Before the enemy even appeared through the opposite gate Enders army had spread from the door to the nearest stars.
Then the enemy soldiers came through the door. From their stance Ender knew they had been in a different gravity, and didnt know enough to disorient themselves from it. They came through standing up, their entire bodies spread and defenseless.
Kill em, E! Ender hissed, and threw himself out the door knees first, with his flasher between his legs and firing. While Enders group flew across the room the rest of Dragon Army lay down a protecting fire, so that E group reached a forward position with only one boy frozen completely, though they had all lost the use of their legswhich didnt impair them in the least. There was a lull as Ender and his opponent, Carn Carnby, assessed their positions. Aside from Rabbit Armys losses at the gate, there had been few casualties, and both armies were near full strength. But Carn had no originalityhe was in a four-corner spread that any five-year-old in the teacher squads might have thought of. And Ender knew how to defeat it.
He called out, loudly, E covers A, C down. B, D angle east wall. Under E toons cover, B and D toons lunged away from their stars. While they were still exposed, A and C toons left their stars and drifted toward the near wall. They reached it together, and together jackknifed off the wall. At double the normal speed they appeared behind the enemys stars, and opened fire. In a few seconds the battle was over, with the enemy almost entirely frozen, including the commander, and the rest scattered to the corners. For the next five minutes, in squads of four, Dragon Army cleaned out the dark corners of the battleroom and shepherded the enemy into the center, where their bodies, frozen at impossible angles, jostled each other. Then Ender took three of his boys to the enemy gate and went through the formality of reversing the one-way field by simultaneously touching a Dragon Army helmet at each corner. Then Ender assembled his army in vertical files near the knot of frozen Rabbit Army soldiers.
Only three of Dragon Armys soldiers were immobile. Their victory margin38 to 0was ridiculously high, and Ender began to laugh. Dragon Army joined him, laughing long and loud. They were still laughing when Lieutenant Anderson and Lieutenant Morris came in from the teachergate at the south end of the battleroom.
Lieutenant Anderson kept his face stiff and unsmiling, but Ender saw him wink as he held out his hand and offered the stiff, formal congratulations that were ritually given to the victor in the game.
Morris found Carn Carby and unfroze him, and the thirteen-year-old came and presented himself to Ender, who laughed without malice and held out his hand. Carn graciously took Enders hand and bowed his head over it. It was that or be flashed again.
Lieutenant Anderson dismissed Dragon Army, and they silently left the battleroom through the enemys dooragain part of the ritual. A light was blinking on the north side of the square door, indicating where the gravity was in that corridor. Ender, leading his soldiers, changed his orientation and went through the forcefield and into gravity on his feet. His army followed him at a brisk run back to the workroom. When they got there they formed up into squads, and Ender hung in the air, watching them.
Good first battle, he said, which was excuse enough for a cheer, which he quieted. Dragon Army did all right against Rabbits. But the enemy isnt always going to be that bad. And if that had been a good army we would have been smashed. We still would have won, but we would have been smashed. Now let me see B and D toons out here. Your takeoff from the stars was way too slow. If Rabbit Army knew how to aim a flasher, you all would have been frozen solid before A and C even got to the wall.
They worked out for the rest of the day.
That night Ender went for the first time to the commanders mess hall. No one was allowed there until he had won at least one battle, and Ender was the youngest commander ever to make it. There was no great stir when he came in. But when some of the other boys saw the Dragon on his breast pocket, they stared at him openly, and by the time he got his tray and sat at an empty table, the entire room was silent, with the other commanders watching him. Intensely self-conscious, Ender wondered how they all knew, and why they all looked so hostile.
Then he looked above the door he had just come through. There was a huge scoreboard across the entire wall. It showed the win/loss record for the commander of every army; that days battles were lit in red. Only four of them. The other three winners had barely made itthe best of them had only two men whole and eleven mobile at the end of the game. Dragon Armys score of thirty-eight mobile was embarrassingly better.
Other new commanders had been admitted to the commanders mess hall with cheers and congratulations. Other new commanders hadnt won thirty-eight to zero.
Ender looked for Rabbit Army on the scoreboard. He was surprised to find that Carn Carbys score to date was eight wins and three losses. Was he that good? Or had he only fought against inferior armies? Whichever, there was still a zero in Carns mobile and whole columns, and Ender looked down from the scoreboard grinning. No one smiled back, and Ender knew that they were afraid of him, which meant that they would hate him, which meant that anyone who went into battle against Dragon Army would be scared and angry and less competent. Ender looked for Carn Carby in the crowd, and found him not too far away. He stared at Carby until one of the other boys nudged the Rabbit commander and pointed to Ender. Ender smiled again and waved slightly. Carby turned red, and Ender, satisfied, leaned over his dinner and began to eat.
AT THE END of the week Dragon Army had fought seven battles in seven days. The score stood 7 wins and 0 losses. Ender had never had more than five boys frozen in any game. It was no longer possible for the other commanders to ignore Ender. A few of them sat with him and quietly conversed about game strategies that Enders opponents had used. Other much larger groups were talking with the commanders that Ender had defeated, trying to find out what Ender had done to beat them.