Ender's Game (Ender's Saga, #1) - Orson Scott Card Page 0,5
about the monitor. Father came home and kept saying it was such a wonderful surprise, they had such fantastic children that the government told them to have three, and now the government didn’t want to take any of them after all, so here they were with three, they still had a Third . . . until Ender wanted to scream at him, I know I’m a Third, I know it, if you want I’ll go away so you don’t have to be embarrassed in front of everybody, I’m sorry I lost the monitor and now you have three kids and no obvious explanation, so inconvenient for you, I’m sorry sorry sorry.
He lay in bed staring upward into the darkness. On the bunk above him, he could hear Peter turning and tossing restlessly. Then Peter slid off the bunk and walked out of the room. Ender heard the hushing sound of the toilet clearing; then Peter stood silhouetted in the doorway.
He thinks I’m asleep. He’s going to kill me.
Peter walked to the bed, and sure enough, he did not lift himself up to his bed. Instead he came and stood by Ender’s head.
But he did not reach for a pillow to smother Ender. He did not have a weapon.
He whispered, “Ender, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know how it feels, I’m sorry, I’m your brother, I love you.”
A long time later, Peter’s even breathing said that he was asleep. Ender peeled the bandaid from his neck. And for the second time that day he cried.
3
GRAFF
“The sister is our weak link. He really loves her.”
“I know. She can undo it all, from the start. He won’t want to leave her.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Persuade him that he wants to come with us more than he wants to stay with her.”
“How will you do that?”
“I’ll lie to him.”
“And if that doesn’t work?”
“Then I’ll tell the truth. We’re allowed to do that in emergencies. We can’t plan for everything, you know.”
Ender wasn’t very hungry during breakfast. He kept wondering what it would be like at school. Facing Stilson after yesterday’s fight. What Stilson’s friends would do. Probably nothing, but he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to go.
“You’re not eating, Andrew,” his mother said.
Peter came into the room. “Morning, Ender. Thanks for leaving your slimy washcloth in the middle of the shower.”
“Just for you,” Ender murmured.
“Andrew, you have to eat.”
Ender held out his wrists, a gesture that said, So feed it to me through a needle.
“Very funny,” Mother said. “I try to be concerned, but it makes no difference to my genius children.”
“It was all your genes that made us geniuses, Mom,” said Peter. “We sure didn’t get any from Dad.”
“I heard that,” Father said, not looking up from the news that was being displayed on the table while he ate.
“It would’ve been wasted if you hadn’t.”
The table beeped. Someone was at the door.
“Who is it?” Mother asked.
Father thumbed a key and a man appeared on his video. He was wearing the only military uniform that meant anything anymore, the I.F., the International Fleet.
“I thought it was over,” said Father.
Peter said nothing, just poured milk over his cereal.
And Ender thought, Maybe I won’t have to go to school today after all.
Father coded the door open and got up from the table. “I’ll see to it,” he said. “Stay and eat.”
They stayed, but they didn’t eat. A few moments later, Father came back into the room and beckoned to Mother.
“You’re in deep poo,” said Peter. “They found out what you did to that kid at school, and now they’re gonna make you do time out in the Belt.”
“I’m only six, moron, I’m a juvenile.”
“You’re a Third, turd. You’ve got no rights.”
Valentine came in, her hair in a sleepy halo around her face. “Where’s Mom and Dad? I’m too sick to go to school.”
“Another oral exam, huh?” Peter said.
“Shut up, Peter,” said Valentine.
“You should relax and enjoy it,” said Peter. “It could be worse.”
“I don’t know how.”
“It could be an anal exam.”
“Hyuk hyuk,” Valentine said. “Where are Mother and Father?”
“Talking to a guy from IF.”
Instinctively she looked at Ender. After all, for years they had expected someone to come and tell them that Ender had passed, that Ender was needed.
“That’s right, look at him,” Peter said. “But it might be me, you know. They might have realized I was the best of the lot after all.” Peter’s feelings were hurt, and so he was being a snot, as usual.