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by Orson Scott Card


  But to Petra, Yerevan was as unfamiliar a city as Volgograd would have been, or any of the cities named San Salvador. Even the Armenian that was still spoken by many on the street sounded strange to her. It made her sad. I have no native land, she thought.

  Bean, however, was drinking it all in. Petra got into the cab first, and he handed her Bella and the newest--but largest--of the babies, Ramon, whom he had picked up in the Philippines. Once Bean was inside the taxi, he held Ender up to the window. And since their firstborn son was beginning to show signs that he understood speech, it wasn't just a matter of playfulness.

  "This is your mama's homeland," said Bean. "All these people look just like her." Bean turned back to the two that Petra was holding. "You children all look different, because half your genetic material comes from me. And I'm a mongrel. So in your whole life, there'll be no place you can go where you'll look like the locals."

  "That's right, depress and isolate the children from the start," said Petra.

  "It's worked so well for me."

  "You weren't depressed as a child," said Petra. "You were desperate and terrified."

  "So we try to make things better for our children."

  "Look, Bella, look, Ramon," said Petra. "This is Yerevan, a city with lots of people that we don't know at all. The whole world is full of strangers."

  The taxi driver spoke up, in Armenian: "Nobody in Yerevan is a stranger to Petra Arkanian."

  "Petra Delphiki," she corrected him mildly.

  "Yes, yes, of course," he said in Common. "I just meaning that if you want a drink in a tavern, nobody let you pay!"

  "Does that go for her husband?" asked Bean.

  "Man big like you?" said the driver. "They don't tell you the price, they ask you what you wanting to give!" He roared with laughter at his own joke. Not realizing, of course, that Bean's size was killing him. "Big man like you, little tiny babies like these." He laughed again.

  Think how amused he'd be if he knew that the largest baby, Ramon, was the youngest.

  "I knew we should have walked from the airport," said Bean in Portuguese.

  Petra grimaced. "That's rude, to speak in a language he doesn't know."

  "Ah. I'm glad to know that the concept of rudeness does exist in Armenia."

  The taxi driver picked up on the mention of Armenia, even though the rest of the sentence, being in Portuguese, was a mystery to him. "You wanting a tour of Armenia? Not a big country, I can take you, special price, meter not running."

  "No time for that," said Petra in Armenian. "But thanks for offering."

  The Arkanian family now lived in a nice apartment building--all balconies and glass, yet upscale enough that there was no hanging laundry visible from the street. Petra had told her family she was coming, but asked them not to meet her at the airport. They had gotten so used to the extraordinary security during the days when Petra and Bean were in hiding from Achilles Flandres that they accepted this unquestioningly.

  The doorman recognized Petra from her pictures, which appeared in the Armenian papers whenever there was a story about Bean. He not only let them go up unannounced, but also insisted on carrying their bags.

  "You two, and three babies, this all the luggage you have?"

  "We hardly ever wear clothes," said Petra, as if this were the most sensible thing in the world.

  They were halfway up in the elevator before the doorman laughed and said, "You joking!"

  Bean smiled and tipped him a hundred-dollar coin. The doorman flipped it in the air and pocketed it with a smile. "Good thing he give me! If Petra Arkanian give, my wife never let me spend!"

  After the elevator doors closed, Bean said, "From now on, in Armenia you tip."

  "They'd keep the tip either way, Bean. It's not like they give it back to us."

  "Oh, eh."

  Petra's mother could have been standing at the door, she opened it so quickly. Maybe she was.

  There were hugs and kisses and a torrent of words in Armenian and Common. Unlike the cabdriver and doorman, Petra's parents were fluent in Common. So was Stefan, who had cut his high school classes today. And young David was obviously being raised with Common as his first language, since that's what he was chattering in almost continuously from the moment Petra entered the flat.

  There was a meal, of course, and neighbors invited in, because it might be the big city, but it was still Armenia. But in only a couple of hours, it was just the nine of them.

  "Nine of us," said Petra. "Our five and the four of you. I've missed you."

  "Already you have as many children as we did," said Father.

  "The laws have changed," said Bean. "Also, we didn't exactly plan to have ours all at once."

  "Sometimes I think," said Mother to Petra, "that you're still in Battle School. I have to remind myself, no, she came home, she got married, she has babies. Now we finally get to see the babies. But so small!"

  "They have a genetic condition," said Bean.

  "Of course, we know that," said Father. "But it's still a surprise, how small they are. And yet so...mature."

  "The really little ones take after their father," said Petra, with a wry smile.

  "And the normal one takes after his mother," said Bean.

  "Thank you for letting us use your flat for the unofficial meeting tonight," said Bean.

  "It's not a secure site," said Father.

  "The meeting is unofficial, not secret. We expect Turkish and Azerbaijani observers to make their reports."

  "Are you sure they won't try to assassinate you?" asked Stefan.

  "Actually, Stefan, they brainwashed you at an early age," said Bean. "When the trigger word is said, you spring into action and kill everybody at the meeting."

  "No, I'm going to a movie," said Stefan.

  "That's a terrible thing to say," said Petra. "Even as a joke."

  "Alai isn't Achilles," said Bean to Stefan. "We're friends, and he won't let Muslim agents assassinate us."

  "You're friends with your enemy," said Stefan, as if it were too incredible.

  "It happens in some wars," said Father.

  "There is no war yet," Mother reminded them.

  They took the hint, stopped talking about current problems, and reminisced instead. Though since Petra had been sent to Battle School so young, it's not as if she had that much to reminisce about. It was more like they were briefing her about her new identity before an undercover mission. This is what you should remember from your childhood, if you'd had one.

  And then the Prime Minister, the President, and the Foreign Minister showed up. Mother took the babies into her bedroom, while Stefan took David out to see a movie. Father, being Deputy Foreign Minister, was allowed to stay, though he would not speak.

  The conversation was complex but friendly. The Foreign Minister explained how eager Armenia was to join the FPE, and then the President echoed everything he had said, and then the Prime Minister began another repetition.

  Bean held up a hand. "Let's stop hiding from the truth. Armenia is a landlocked country, with Turks and Azerbaijanis almost completely surrounding you. With Georgia refusing to join the FPE at present, you worry that we couldn't even supply you, let alone defend you against the inevitable attack."

  They were obviously relieved that Bean understood.

  "You just want to be left alone," he said.

  They nodded.

  "But here's the truth: If we don't defeat Caliph Alai and break up this strange and sudden union of Muslim nations, then Caliph Alai will eventually conquer all the surrounding nations. Not because Alai himself wants to, but because he can't remain Caliph for long if he isn't aggressively pursuing an expansionist policy. He says that's not his intent, but he'll certainly end up doing it because he'll have no choice."

  They didn't like hearing this, but they kept listening.

  "Armenia will fight Caliph Alai sooner or later. The question is whether you'll do it now, while I still lead the forces of the FPE in your defense, or lat
er, when you stand utterly alone against overwhelming force."

  "Either way, Armenia will pay," said the President grimly.

  "War is unpredictable," said Bean. "And the costs are high. But we didn't put Armenia where it is, surrounded by Muslims."

  "God did," said the President. "So we try not to complain."

  "Why can't Israel be your provocation?" asked the Prime Minister. "They are militarily much stronger than we are."

  "The opposite is true," said Bean. "Geographically their position is and always has been hopeless. And they have integrated so closely with the Muslim nations surrounding them that if they now joined the FPE, the Muslims would feel deeply betrayed. Their fury would be terrible, and we could not defend them. While you--let's just say that over the centuries, Muslims have slaughtered more Armenians than they ever did Jews. They hate you, they regard you as a terrible intrusion into their lands, even though you were here long before any Turks came out of central Asia. There's a burden of guilt along with the hatred. And for you to join the FPE would infuriate them, yes, but they wouldn't feel betrayed."

  "These nuances are beyond me," said the President skeptically.

  "They make an enormous difference in the way an army fights. Armenia is vital to forcing Alai to act before he's ready. Right now the union with India is still merely formal, not a fact on the ground. It's a marriage, not a family."

  "You don't need to quote Lincoln to me."

  Petra inwardly winced. The quote about "a marriage, not a family" did not come from Lincoln at all. It came from one of her own Martel essays. It was a bad sign if people were getting Lincoln and Martel confused. But of course it was better not to correct the misattribution, lest it appear that she was way too familiar with the works of Martel and Lincoln.

  "We stand where we've stood for weeks," said the President. "Armenia is being asked too much."

  "I agree," said Bean. "But keep in mind that we're asking. When the Muslims finally decide that Armenia shouldn't exist, they won't ask."

  The president pressed his fingers to his forehead. It was a gesture that Petra called "drilling for brains." "How can we hold a plebiscite?" he asked.

  "It's precisely the plebiscite that we need."

  "Why? What does this do for you militarily except overextend your forces and draw off a relatively small part of the Caliph's armies?

  "I know Alai," said Bean. "He won't want to attack Armenia. The terrain here is a nightmare for a serious campaigning. You constitute no serious threat. Attacking Armenia makes no sense at all."

  "So we won't be attacked?"

  "You will absolutely be attacked."

  "You're too subtle for us," said the Prime Minister.

  Petra smiled. "My husband is not subtle. The point is so obvious that you think it couldn't be this that he means. Alai will not attack. But Muslims will attack. It will force his hand. If he refuses to attack, but other Muslims do attack, then the leadership of the jihad moves away from him to someone else. Whether he strikes down these freelance attackers or not, the Muslim world is divided and two leaders compete."

  The President was no fool. "You have higher hopes than this," he said.

  "All warriors are filled with hope," said Bean. "But I understand your lack of trust in me. For me it's the great game. But for you, it's your homes, your families. That's why we wanted to meet here. To assure you that it is our home and our family as well."

  "To sit and wait for the enemy to act is the decision to die," said Petra. "We ask Armenia to make this sacrifice and take this risk because if you don't, then Armenia is doomed. But if you join the Free People of Earth, then Armenia will have the most powerful defense."

  "And what will that defense consist of?"

  "Me," said Petra.

  "A nursing mother?" asked the Prime Minister.

  "The Armenian member of Ender's Jeesh," she answered. "I will command the Armenian forces."

  "Our mountain goddess versus the goddess of India," said the Foreign Minister.

  "This is a Christian nation," said Father. "And my daughter is no goddess."

  "I was joking," said Father's boss.

  "But the truth that underlies the joke," said Bean, "is that Petra herself is a match for Alai. So am I. And Virlomi is no match for any of us."

  Petra hoped that this was true. Virlomi now had years of experience in the field--if not in the logistics of moving huge armies, then in exactly the kind of small operations that would be most effective in Armenia.

  "We have to think about it," said the President.

  "Then we're where we were before," said the Foreign Minister. "Thinking."

  Bean rose to his feet--a formidable sight, these days--and bowed to them. "Thank you for meeting with us."

  "Wouldn't it be better," said the Prime Minister, "if you could get this new Hindu-Muslim...thing...to go to war against China?"

  "Oh, that would eventually happen," said Bean. "But when? The FPE wants to break the back of Caliph Alai's Muslim League now. Before it grows any stronger."

  And Petra knew they were all thinking: Before Bean dies. Because Bean is the most important weapon.

  The President rose from his seat, but then laid a restraining hand on the other two. "We have Petra Arkanian here. And Julian Delphiki. Couldn't we ask them to consult with our military on our preparations for war?"

  "I notice there are no military men here," said Petra. "I don't want them to feel that we've been thrust on them."

  "They won't feel that way," said the Foreign Minister blandly. But Petra knew that the military was not represented here because they were eager to join the FPE, precisely because they did not feel adequate, by themselves, to defend Armenia. There would be no problems with a tour of inspection.

  After the top leadership of Armenia left the Arkanian flat, Father and Petra flung themselves down on the furniture and Bean stretched out on the floor, and at once began discussing what had just happened and what they thought would happen.

  Mother came in as the conversation was winding down. "All asleep, the little darlings," she said. "Stefan will drop David off after the movie, but we have a little while, just us grown-ups."

  "Well, good," said Father.

  "We were just discussing," said Petra, "whether it was a waste of time for us to come here."

  Mother rolled her eyes. "How can it be a waste of time?" And then, to everyone's surprise, she burst into tears.

  "What is it?" At once she was enveloped in the concern of her husband and daughter.

  "Nothing," she said. "I just...you didn't come here and bring these babies because you had negotiations. Nothing happened here that couldn't have happened by teleconference."

  "Then why do you think we're here?" asked Petra.

  "You came to say good-bye."

  Petra looked at Bean and, for the first time, realized that this might be true. "If we are," she said, "it wasn't our plan."

  "But it's what you're doing," said Mother. "You came in person because you might not see us again. Because of the war!"

  "No," said Bean. "Not because of the war."

  "Mother, you know Bean's condition."

  "I'm not blind! I can see that he's giraffed up so he can hardly get into houses!"

  "And so are Ender and Bella. They have Bean's same condition. So once we get all our other children, we're going out into space. At lightspeed. So we can take advantage of relativistic effects. So that Bean will be alive when they finally find a cure."

  Father shook his head.

  "Then we'll be dead before you come home," said Mother.

  "Pretend I'm away at Battle School again," said Petra.

  "I get these grandchildren, but...then I don't get them." Mother cried again.

  "I won't leave," said Bean, "until we've got Peter Wiggin safely in control of things."

  "Which is why you're in such a hurry to get this war started," said Father. "Why not just tell them?"

  "We need them to have confidence in me," sai
d Bean. "Telling them that I might die in mid-campaign won't reassure them about joining the FPE."

  "So these babies will grow up on a starship?" asked Mother, skeptically.

  "Our joy," said Petra, "will be to see them grow old--without any of them growing as big as their father."

  Bean raised one enormous foot. "These are tough shoes to fill."

  "It really is true," said Petra, "that this war--in Armenia--is the one we want to fight. All these hills. It will go slowly."

  "Slowly?" asked Father. "Isn't that the opposite of what you want?"

  "What we want," said Bean, "is for the war to end as soon as possible. But this is one case where going slow will speed us up."

  "You're the brilliant strategists," said Father, heading for the kitchen. "Anybody else want something to eat?"

  That night, Petra couldn't sleep. She went out onto the balcony and looked out over the city.

  Is there anything in this world that I can't leave?

  I've lived apart from my family for so much of my life. Does that mean I'll miss them more or less?

  But then she realized that this had nothing to do with her melancholy. She couldn't sleep because she knew that war was coming. Their plan was to keep the conflict in the mountains, to make the Turks pay for every meter. But there was no reason to think that Alai's forces--or whatever Muslim forces they were--would shrink from bombing the big population centers. Precision bombing had been the rule for so long--ever since Mecca was nuked--that a sudden reversion to anti-population, saturation bombing would come as a demoralizing shock.

  Everything depends on our being able to get and keep control of the air. And the FPE doesn't have as many planes as the Muslim League.

  Damn those short-sighted Israelis for training the Arab air forces to be among the most formidable in the world.

  Why was Bean so confident?

  Was it only because he knew that he'd soon leave Earth and wouldn't have to be here to face the consequences?

  That was unfair. Bean had said he'd stay until Peter was Hegemon in fact as well as name. Bean did not break his word.

  What if they never find a cure? What if we sail on through space forever? What if Bean dies out there with me and the babies?

  She heard footsteps behind her. She assumed it would be Bean, but it was her mother.

  "Awake without the babies waking you?"

 

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