and embrace him and congratulate him and show him the children they had named after him and tell him how he was so young it broke their hearts and they didn’t blame him for any of his murders because it wasn’t his fault he was just a child—
He hid from them as best he could.
There was one colonist, though, he couldn’t hide from.
He wasn’t inside Eros that day. He had gone up with the shuttle to the new ISL, where he had been learning to do surface work on the starships; it was unbecoming to an officer to do mechanical labor, Chamrajnagar told him, but Ender answered that since the trade he had mastered wasn’t much called for now, it was about time he learned another skill.
They spoke to him through his helmet radio and told him that someone was waiting to see him as soon as he could come in. Ender couldn’t think of anyone he wanted to see, and so he didn’t hurry. He finished installing the shield for the ship’s ansible and then hooked his way across the face of the ship and pulled himself up into the airlock.
She was waiting for him outside the changing room. For a moment he was annoyed that they would let a colonist come to bother him here, where he came to be alone; then he looked again, and realized that if the young woman were a little girl, he would know her.
“Valentine,” he said.
“Hi, Ender.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Demosthenes retired. Now I’m going with the first colony.”
“It’s fifty years to get there—”
“Only two years if you’re aboard the ship.”
“But if you ever came back, everybody you knew on Earth would be dead—”
“That was what I had in mind. I was hoping, though, that someone I knew on Eros might come with me.”
“I don’t want to go to a world we stole from the buggers. I just want to go home.”
“Ender, you’re never going back to Earth. I saw to that before I left.”
He looked at her in silence.
“I tell you that now, so that if you want to hate me, you can hate me from the beginning.”
They went to Ender’s tiny compartment in the ISL and she explained. Peter wanted Ender back on Earth, under the protection of the Hegemon’s Council. “The way things are right now, Ender, that would put you effectively under Peter’s control, since half the council now does just what Peter wants. The ones that aren’t Locke’s lapdogs are under his thumb in other ways.”
“Do they know who he really is?”
“Yes. He isn’t publicly known, but people in high places know him. It doesn’t matter any more. He has too much power for them to worry about his age. He’s done incredible things, Ender.”
“I noticed the treaty a year ago was named for Locke.”
“That was his breakthrough. He proposed it through his friends from the public policy nets, and then Demosthenes got behind it, too. It was the moment he had been waiting for, to use Demosthenes’ influence with the mob and Locke’s influence with the intelligentsia to accomplish something noteworthy. It forestalled a really vicious war that could have lasted for decades.”
“He decided to be a statesman?”
“I think so. But in his cynical moments, of which there are many, he pointed out to me that if he had allowed the League to fall apart completely, he’d have had to conquer the world piece by piece. As long as the Hegemony existed, he could do it in one lump.”
Ender nodded. “That’s the Peter that I knew.”
“Funny, isn’t it? That Peter would save millions of lives.”
“While I killed billions.”
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“So he wanted to use me?”
“He had plans for you, Ender. He would publicly reveal himself when you arrived, going to meet you in front of all the videos. Ender Wiggin’s older brother, who also happened to be the great Locke, the architect of peace. Standing next to you, he would look quite mature. And the physical resemblance between you is stronger than ever. It would be quite simple for him, then, to take over.”
“Why did you stop him?”
“Ender, you wouldn’t be happy spending the rest of your life as Peter’s pawn.”
“Why not? I’ve spent my life as someone’s pawn.”
“Me too. I showed Peter all the evidence that I had assembled, enough to prove in the eyes of the public that he was a psychotic killer. It included full-color pictures of tortured squirrels and some of the monitor videos of the way he treated