Maezr laughed. Because it took a hundred years for our ships to get there. Theyve had a hundred years to prepare for us. Theyd be fools, dont you think, boy, if they waited in old tugboats to defend their harbors. They have new ships, great ships, hundreds of ships. All we have is the ansible, that and the fact that they have to put a commander with every fleet, and when they loseand they will losethey lose one of their best minds every time.
Ender started to ask another question.
No more, Ender Wiggins. Ive told you more than you ought to know as it is.
Ender stood angrily and turned away. I have a right to know. Do you think this can go on forever, pushing me through one school and another and never telling me what my life is for? You use me and the others as a tool, someday well command your ships, someday maybe well save your lives, but Im not a computer, and I have to know!
Ask me a question, then, boy, Maezr said, and if I can answer, I will.
If you use your best minds to command the fleets, and you never lose any, then what do you need me for? Who am I replacing, if theyre all still there?
Maezr shook his head. I cant tell you the answer to that, Ender. Be content that we will need you, soon. Its late. Go to bed. You have a battle in the morning.
Ender walked out of the simulator room. But when Maezr left by the same door a few moments later, the boy was waiting in the hall.
All right, boy, Maezr said impatiently, what is it? I dont have all night and you need to sleep.
Ender wasnt sure what his question was, but Maezr waited. Finally Ender asked softly, Do they live?
Does who live?
The other commanders. The ones now. And before me.
Maezr snorted. Live. Of course they live. He wonders if they live. Still chuckling, the old man walked off down the hall. Ender stood in the corridor for a while, but at last he was tired and he went off to bed. They live, he thought. They live, but he cant tell me what happens to them.
That night Ender didnt wake up crying. But he did wake up with blood on his hands.
MONTHS WORE ON with battles every day, until at last Ender settled into the routine of the destruction of himself. He slept less every night, dreamed more, and he began to have terrible pains in his stomach. They put him on a very bland diet, but soon he didnt even have an appetite for that. Eat, Maezr said, and Ender would mechanically put food in his mouth. But if nobody told him to eat he didnt eat.
One day as he was drilling his toon leaders the room went black and he woke up on the floor with his face bloody where he had hit the controls.
They put him to bed then, and for three days he was very ill. He remembered seeing faces in his dreams, but they werent real faces, and he knew it even while he thought he saw them. He thought he saw Bean sometimes, and sometimes he thought he saw Lieutenant Anderson and Captain Graff. And then he woke up and it was only his enemy Maezr Rackham.
Im awake, he said to Maezr.
So I see, Maezr answered. Took you long enough. You have a battle today.
So Ender got up and fought the battle and he won it. But there was no second battle that day, and they let him go to bed earlier. His hands were shaking as he undressed.
During the night he thought he felt hands touching him gently, and he dreamed he heard voices saying, How long can he go on?
Long enough.
So soon?
In a few days, then hes through.
How will he do?
Fine. Even today, he was better than ever.
Ender recognized the last voice as Maezr Rackhams. He resented Rackhams intruding even in his sleep.
He woke up and fought another battle and won.
Then he went to bed.
He woke up and won again.
And the next day was his last day in Command School, though he didnt know it. He got up and went to the simulator for the battle.
MAEZR WAS WAITING for him. Ender walked slowly into the simulator room. He step was slightly shuffling, and he seemed tired and dull. Maezr frowned.
Are you awake, boy? If Ender had been alert, he would have cared more about the concern in his teachers voice. Instead, he simply went to the controls and sat down. Maezr spoke to him.
Todays game needs a little explanation, Ender Wiggins. Please turn around and pay strict attention.
Ender turned around, and for the first time he noticed that there were people at the back of the room. He recognized Graff and Anderson from Battle School, and vaguely remembered a few of the men from Command Schoolteachers for a few hours at some time or another. But most of the people he didnt know at all.
Who are they?
Maezr shook his head and answered, Observers. Every now and then we let observers come in to watch the battle. If you dont want them, well send them out.
Ender shrugged. Maezr began his explanation. Todays game, boy, has a new element. Were staging this battle around a planet. This will complicate things in two ways. The planet isnt large, on the scale were using, but the ansible cant detect anything on the other side of itso theres a blind spot. Also, its against the rules to use weapons against the planet itself. All right?
Why, dont the weapons work against planets?
Maezr answered coldly, There are rules of war, Ender, that apply even in training games.
Ender shook his head slowly. Can the planet attack?
Maezr looked nonplussed for a moment, then smiled. I guess youll have to find that one out, boy. And one more thing. Today, Ender, your opponent isnt the computer. I am your enemy today, and today I wont be letting you off so easily. Today is a battle to the end. And Ill use any means I can to defeat you.
Then Maezr was gone, and Ender expressionlessly led his toon leaders through maneuvers. Ender was doing well, of course, but several of the observers shook their heads, and Graff kept clasping and unclasping his hands, crossing and uncrossing his legs. Ender would be slow today, and today Ender couldnt afford to be slow.
A warning buzzer sounded, and Ender cleared the simulator board, waiting for todays game to appear. He felt muddled today, and wondered why people were there watching. Were they going to judge him today? Decide if he was good enough for something else? For another two years of grueling training, another two years of struggling to exceed his best? Ender was twelve. He felt very old. And as he waited for the game to appear, he wished he could simply lose it, lose the battle badly and completely so that they would remove him from the program, punish him however they wanted, he didnt care, just so he could sleep.
Then the enemy formation appeared, and Enders weariness turned to desperation.
The enemy outnumbered him a thousand to one, the simulator glowed green with them, and Ender knew that he couldnt win.
And the enemy was not stupid. There was no formation that Ender could study and attack. Instead the vast swarms of ships were constantly moving, constantly shifting from one momentary formation to another, so that a space that for one moment was empty was immediately filled with formidable enemy force. And even though Enders fleet was the largest he had ever had, there was no place he could deploy it where he would outnumber the enemy long enough to accomplish anything.
And behind the enemy was the planet. The planet, which Maezr had warned him about. What difference did a planet make, when Ender couldnt hope to get near it? Ender waited, waited for the flash of insight that would tell him what to do, how to destroy the enemy. And as he waited, he heard the observers behind him begin to shift in their seats, wondering what Ender was doing, what plan he would follow. And finally it was obvious to everyone that Ender didnt know what to do, that there was nothing to do, and a few of the men at the back of the room made quiet little sounds in their throats.
Then Ender heard Beans voice in his ear. Bean chuckled and said, Remember, the enemys gate is down. A few of the other toon leaders laughed and Ender thought back to the simple games he had played and won in Battle School. They had put him against hopeless odds there, too. And he had beaten them. And hed be damned if hed let Maezr Rackham beat him with a cheap trick like outnumbering him a thousand to one. He had won a game in Battle School by going for something against the ruleshe had won by going against the enemys gate.
And the enemys gate was down.
Ender smiled, and realized that if he broke this rule theyd probably kick him out of school, and that way hed win for sure: He would never have to play a game again.
He whispered into the microphone. His six commanders each took a part of the fleet and launched themselves against the enemy. They pursued erratic courses, darting off in one direction and then another. The enemy immediately stopped his aimless maneuvering and began to group around Enders six fleets.
Ender took off his microphone, leaned back in his chair, and watched. The observers murmured out loud now. Ender was doing nothinghe had thrown the game away.
But a pattern began to emerge from the quick confrontations with the enemy. Enders six groups lost ships constantly as they brushed with each enemy forcebut they never stopped for a fight, even when for a moment they could have won a small tactical victory. Instead they continued on their erratic course that led, eventually, down. Toward the enemy planet.
And because of their seemingly random course the enemy didnt realize it until the same time that the observers did. By then it was too late, just as it had been too late for William Bee to stop Enders soldiers from activating the gate. More of Enders ships could be hit and destroyed, so that of the six fleets only two were able to get to the planet, and those were decimated. But those tiny groups did get through, and they opened fire on the planet.
Ender leaned forward now, anxious to see if his guess would pay off. He half expected a buzzer to sound and the game to be stopped, because he had broken the rule. But he was betting on the accuracy of the simulator. If it could simulate a planet, it could simulate what would happen to a planet under attack.
It did.
The weapons that blew up little ships didnt blow up the entire planet at first. But they did cause terrible explosions. And on the planet there was no space to dissipate the chain reaction. On the planet the chain reaction found more and more fuel to feed it.
The planets surface seemed to be moving back and forth, but soon the surface gave way in an immense explosion that sent light flashing in all directions. It swallowed up Enders entire fleet. And then it reached the enemy ships.
The first simply vanished in the explosion. Then, as the explosion spread and became less bright, it was clear what happened to each ship. As the light reached them they flashed brightly for a moment and disappeared. They were all fuel for the fire of the planet.
It took more than three minutes for the explosion to reach the limits of the simulator, and by then it was much fainter. All the ships were gone, and if any had escaped before the explosion reached them, they were few and not worth worrying about. Where the planet had been there was nothing. The simulator was empty.
Ender had destroyed the enemy by sacrificing his entire fleet and breaking the rule against destroying the enemy planet. He wasnt sure whether to feel triumphant at his victory or defiant at the rebuke he was certain would come. So instead he felt nothing. He was tired. He wanted to go to bed and sleep.
He switched off the simulator, and finally heard the noise behind him.
There were no longer two rows of dignified military observers. Instead there was chaos. Some of them were slapping each other on the back; some of them were bowed, head in hands; others were openly weeping. Captain Graff detached himself from the group and came to Ender. Tears streamed down his face, but he was smiling. He reached out his arms, and to Enders surprise he embraced the boy, held him tightly, and whispered, Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ender.
Soon all the observers were gathered around the bewildered child, thanking him and cheering him and patting him on the shoulder and shaking his hand. Ender tried to make sense of what they were saying. Had he passed the test after all? Why did it matter so much to them?
Then the crowd parted and Maezr Rackham walked through. He came straight up to Ender Wiggins and held out his hand.
You made the hard choice, boy. But heaven knows there was no other way you could have done it. Congratulations. You beat them, and its all over.
All over. Beat them. I beat you, Maezr Rackham.
Maezr laughed, a loud laugh that filled the room. Ender Wiggins, you never played me. You never played a game since I was your teacher.
Ender didnt get the joke. He had played a great many games, at a terrible cost to himself. He began to get angry.
Maezr reached out and touched his shoulder. Ender shrugged him off. Maezr then grew serious and said, Ender Wiggins, for the last months you have been the commander of our fleets. There were no games. The battles were real. Your only enemy was the enemy. You won every battle. And finally today you fought them at their home world, and you destroyed their world, their fleet, you destroyed them completely, and theyll never come against us again. You did it. You.
Real. Not a game. Enders mind was too tired to cope with it all. He walked away from Maezr, walked silently through the crowd that still whispered thanks and congratulations to the boy, walked out of the simulator room and finally arrived in his bedroom and closed the door.
HE WAS ASLEEP when Graff and Maezr Rackham found him. They came in quietly and roused him. He awoke slowly, and when he recognized them he turned away to go back to sleep.
Ender, Graff said. We need to talk to you.
Ender rolled back to face them. He said nothing.
Graff smiled. It was a shock to you yesterday, I know. But it must make you feel good to know you won the war.
Ender nodded slowly.
Maezr Rackham here, he never played against you. He only analyzed your battles to find out your weak spots, to help you improve. It worked, didnt it?