“which way is the enemy’s gate?”
“Down!”
“And what is our attack position?”
Some started to answer with words, but Bean answered by flipping himself away from the wall with his legs doubled under him, straight toward the opposite wall, flashing between his legs all the way.
For a moment Ender wanted to shout at him, to punish him; then he caught himself, rejected the ungenerous impulse. Why should I be so angry at this little boy? “Is Bean the only one who knows how?” Ender shouted.
Immediately the entire army pushed off toward the opposite wall, kneeling in the air, firing between their legs, shouting at the top of their lungs. There may be a time, thought Ender, when this is exactly the strategy I’ll need—forty screaming boys in an unbalancing attack.
When they were all at the other side, Ender called for them to attack him, all at once. Yes, thought Ender. Not bad. They gave me an untrained army, with no excellent veterans, but at least it isn’t a crop of fools. I can work with this.
When they were assembled again, laughing and exhilarated, Ender began the real work. He had them freeze their legs in the kneeling position. “Now, what are your legs good for, in combat?”
Nothing, said some boys.
“Bean doesn’t think so,” said Ender.
“They’re the best way to push off walls.”
“Right,” Ender said.
The other boys started to complain that pushing off walls was movement, not combat.
“There is no combat without movement,” Ender said. They fell silent and hated Bean a little more. “Now, with your legs frozen like this, can you push off walls?”
No one dared answer, for fear they’d be wrong.
“Bean?” asked Ender.
“I’ve never tried it, but maybe if you faced the wall and doubled over at the waist—”
“Right but wrong. Watch me. My back’s to the wall, legs are frozen. Since I’m kneeling, my feet are against the wall. Usually, when you push off you have to push downward, so you string out your body behind you like a string bean, right?”
Laughter.
“But with my legs frozen, I use pretty much the same force, pushing downward from the hips and thighs, only now it pushes my shoulders and my feet backward, shoots out my hips, and when I come loose my body’s tight, nothing stringing out behind me. Watch this.”
Ender forced his hips forward, which shot him away from the wall; in a moment he readjusted his position and was kneeling, legs downward, rushing toward the opposite wall. He landed on his knees, flipped over on his back, and jackknifed off the wall in another direction. “Shoot me!” he shouted. Then he set himself spinning in the air as he took a course roughly parallel to the boys along the far wall. Because he was spinning, they couldn’t get a continuous beam on him.
He thawed his suit and hooked himself back to them. “That’s what we’re working on for the first half hour today. Build up some muscles you didn’t know you had. Learn to use your legs as a shield and control your movements so you can get that spin. Spinning doesn’t do any good up close, but far away, they can’t hurt you if you’re spinning—at that distance the beam has to hit the same spot for a couple of moments, and if you’re spinning it can’t happen. Now freeze yourself and get started.”
“Aren’t you going to assign lanes?” asked a boy.
“No I’m not going to assign lanes. I want you bumping into each other and learning how to deal with it all the time, except when we’re practicing formations, and then I’ll usually have you bump into each other on purpose. Now move!”
When he said move, they moved.
Ender was the last one out after practice, since he stayed to help some of the slower ones improve on technique. They’d had good teachers, but the inexperienced soldiers fresh out of their launch groups were completely helpless when it came to doing two or three things at the same time. It was fine to practice jackknifing with frozen legs, they had no trouble maneuvering in midair, but to launch in one direction, fire in another, spin twice, rebound with a jackknife off a wall, and come out firing, facing the right direction—that was way beyond them. Drill drill drill, that was all Ender would be able to do with them for a while. Strategies and formations were nice, but they were nothing if the soldiers didn’t know how to handle themselves in battle.
He had to get this army ready