joy."
Weeping, the woman nodded and clung now to Ender. She turned her face to the baby and spoke in a small babytalk voice. "Es tu feliz em ter irminha? Es tu felizinho?" Then she burst into tears and handed Ender to Rackham.
Standing, Petra laid Bella into the sling where Ender had been. Then she took Ender from Rackham and held him against her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry," said Petra. "Please forgive me for not letting you keep my baby."
The man shook his head. "Não ha de que desculpar," he said.
"Nothing to forgive," murmured the stern-looking woman who was apparently not just a guard, but also an interpreter.
The woman wailed in grief and leapt to her feet, upsetting the chair. She sobbed and babbled and clutched at Bella and covered her with kisses. But she didn't try to take the baby.
Rackham pulled Petra away as the guard and the husband pulled the mother back and held her, still wailing and sobbing, while Petra and Rackham left the house.
Back in the car, Rackham sat in back with Petra and took Ender out of her arms for the ride back to the hotel. "They really are small," he said.
"Bean calls Ender a toy person," said Petra.
"I can see why," said Rackham.
"I feel like a really polite kidnapper," said Petra.
"Don't," said Rackham. "Even though they were embryos when they were stolen from you, it was a kidnapping, and now you're getting your daughter back."
"But these people did nothing wrong."
"Think again," said Rackham. "Remember how we found them."
They moved, she remembered. When Volescu's deadman switch triggered a message, they moved. "Why would they knowingly - "
"The wife doesn't know. Our deal with the husband was that we wouldn't tell. He's completely sterile, you see. Their attempt at in vitro fertilization didn't take. That's why he took Volescu's offer and pretended to his wife that the baby was really theirs. He's the one that got the message and made up a reason for them to move to this house."
"He didn't ask where the baby came from?"
"He's a rich man," said Rackham. "Rich people tend to take it for granted that things they want simply come to them."
"The wife meant no harm, though."
"Neither did Bean, and yet he's dying," said Rackham. "Neither did I, and yet I was sent on a voyage that jumped me decades into the future, costing me everyone and everything. And you'll lose Bean, even though you've done nothing wrong. Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people."
"I see," said Petra. "You're the Ministry of Colonization's resident philosopher."
Rackham grinned. "The consolations of philosophy are many, but never enough."
"I think you and Graff planned the whole history of the world. I think you chose Bean and Peter for the roles they're playing now."
"You're wrong," said Rackham. "Flat wrong. All that Graff and I ever did was choose the children we thought might win the war and try to train than for victory. We failed again and again until we found Ender. And Bean to back him up. And the rest of the Jeesh to help him. And when the last battle ended and we had won, Graff and I had to face the fact that the solution to the one problem was now the cause of another."
"The military geniuses you had identified would now tear the world apart with their ambition."
"Or be used as pawns to satisfy the ambitions of others, yes."
"So you decided to use them as pawns in your own game once again."
"No," said Rackham softly. "We decided to find a way to set most of them free to live human lives. We're still working on that."
"Most of us?"
"There was nothing we could do for Bean," said Rackham.
"I guess not," said Petra.
"But then something happened that we hadn't planned on," said Rackham. "Hadn't hoped for. He found love. He became a father. The one we could do nothing for, you made him happy. So, I have to admit, we feel a lot of gratitude to you, Petra. You could have been out there playing the game with the others." He chuckled. "We would never have guessed it. You're off the charts when it comes to ambition. Not quite like Peter, but close. Yet somehow you set it all aside."
She smiled as beatifically as she could.
If only you knew the truth, she thought.
Or maybe he does know, but telling her that he admires her is a way of manipulating her...
Nobody ever completely means what they say.