When he was nearly through eating, someone came up behind him and touched his shoulder.
"Mind if I sit?" Ender didn"t have to turn around to know it was d.i.n.k Meeker.
"Ho d.i.n.k," said Ender. "Sit."
"You gold-plated fart," said d.i.n.k cheerfully, "We"re all trying to decide whether your scores up there are a miracle or a mistake."
"A habit," said Ender.
"One victory is not a habit," d.i.n.k said. "Don"t get c.o.c.ky. When you"re new they seed you against weak commanders."
"Carn Carby isn"t exactly on the bottom of the rankings." It was true, Carby was just about in the middle.
"He"s OK," d.i.n.k said, "considering that he only just started. Shows some promise. You don"t show promise. You show threat."
"Threat to what? Do they feed you less if I win? I thought you told me this was all a stupid game and none of it mattered."
d.i.n.k didn"t like having his words thrown back at him, not under these circ.u.mstances. "You were the one who got me playing along with them. But I"m not playing games with you, Ender. You won"t beat me."
"Probably not," Ender said.
"I taught you," d.i.n.k said.
"Everything I know," said Ender. "I"m just playing it by ear right now.
"Congratulations," said d.i.n.k.
"It"s good to know I have a friend here." But Ender wasn"t sure d.i.n.k was his friend anymore. Neither was d.i.n.k. After a few empty sentences, d.i.n.k went back to his table.
Ender looked around when he was through with his meal. There were quite a few small conversations going on. Ender spotted Bonzo, who was now one of the oldest commanders. Rose the Nose had graduated. Petra was with a group in a far corner, and she didn"t look at him once. Since most of the others stole glances at him from time to time, including the ones Petra was talking with, Ender was pretty sure she was deliberately avoiding his glance. That"s the problem with winning right from the start, thought Ender. You lose friends.
Give them a few weeks to get used to it. By the time I have my next battle, things will have calmed down in here.
Carn Carby made a point of coming to greet Ender before the lunch period ended. It was, again, a gracious gesture, and, unlike d.i.n.k, Carby did not seem wary. "Right now I"m in disgrace," he said frankly. "They won"t believe me when I tell them you did things that n.o.body"s ever seen before. So I hope you beat the snot out of the next army you fight. As a favor to me."
"As a favor to you," Ender said. "And thanks for talking to me."
"I think they"re treating you pretty badly. Usually new commanders are cheered when they first join the mess. But then, usually a new commander has had a few defeats under his belt before he first makes it in here. I only got in here a month ago. If anybody deserves a cheer, it"s you. But that"s life. Make them eat dust."
"I"ll try." Carn Carby left, and Ender mentally added him to his private list of people who also qualified as human beings.
That night, Ender slept better than he had in a long time. Slept so well, in fact, that he didn"t wake up until the lights came on. He woke up feeling good, jogged on out to take his shower, and did not notice the piece of paper on his floor until he came back and started dressing in his uniform. He only saw the paper because it moved in the wind as he snapped out the uniform to put it on. He picked up the paper and read it.PETRA ARKANIAN, PHOENIX ARMY, 0700It was his old army, the one he had left less than four weeks before, and he knew their formations backward and forward. Partly because of Ender"s influence, they were the most flexible of armies, responding relatively quickly to new situations. Phoenix Army would be the best able to cope with Ender"s fluid, unpatterned attack. The teachers were determined to make life interesting for him.
0700, said the paper, and it was already 0630. Some of his boys might already be heading for breakfast. Ender tossed his uniform aside, grabbed his flash suit, and in a moment stood in the doorway of his army"s barracks.
"Gentlemen, I hope you learned something yesterday, because today we"re doing it again."
It took a moment for them to realize that he meant a battle, not a practice. It had to be a mistake, they said. n.o.body ever had battles two days in a row.
He handed the paper to Fly Molo, the leader of A toon, who immediately shouted "Flash suits" and started changing clothes.
"Why didn"t you tell us earlier?" demanded Hot Soup. Hot had a way of asking Ender questions that n.o.body else dared ask.
"I thought you needed the shower," Ender said. "Yesterday Rabbit Army claimed we only won because the stink knocked them out."
The soldiers who heard him laughed.
"Didn"t find the paper till you got back from the showers, right?"
Ender looked for the source of the voice. It was Bean, already in his flash suit, looking insolent. Time to repay old humiliations, is that it, Bean?
"Of course," Ender said, contemptuously. "I"m not as close to the floor as you are.
More laughter. Bean flushed with anger.
"It"s plain we can"t count on old ways of doing things." Ender said. "So you"d better plan on battles anytime. And often. I can"t pretend I like the way they"re s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around with us, but I do like one thing -- that I"ve got an army that can handle it."
After that, if he had asked them to follow him to the moon without s.p.a.ce suits, they would have done it.
Petra was not Carn Carby; she had more flexible patterns and responded much more quickly to Ender"s darting, improvised, unpredictable attack. As a result, Ender had three boys flashed and nine disabled at the end of the battle. Petra was not gracious about bowing over his hand at the end, either. The anger in her eyes seemed to say, I was your friend, and you humiliate me like this?
Ender pretended not to notice her fury. He figured that after a few more battles, she"d realize that in fact she had scored more hits against him than he expected anyone ever would again. And he was still learning from her. In practice today he would teach his toon leaders how to counter the tricks Petra had played on them. Soon they would be friends again.
He hoped.
At the end of the week Dragon Army had fought seven battles in seven days. The score stood 7 wins and 0 losses. Ender had never had more losses than in the battle with Phoenix Army, and in two battles he had suffered not one soldier frozen or disabled. No one believed anymore that it was a fluke that put him first in the standings. He had beaten top armies by unheard-of margins. It was no longer possible for the other commanders to ignore him. A few of them sat with him at every meal, carefully trying to learn from him how he had defeated his most recent opponents. He told them freely, confident that few of them would know how to train their soldiers and their toon leaders to duplicate what his could do. And while Ender talked with a few commanders, much larger groups gathered around the opponents Ender had defeated, trying to find out how Ender might be beaten.
There were many who hated him. Hated him for being young, for being excellent, for having made their victories look paltry and weak. Ender saw it first in their faces when he pa.s.sed them in the corridors; then he began to notice that some boys would get up in a group and move to another table if he sat near them in the commanders" mess; and there began to be elbows that accidentally jostled him in the game room, feet that got entangled with his when he walked into and out of the gym, spittle and wads of wet paper that struck him from behind as he jogged through the corridors. They couldn"t beat him in the battleroom, and knew it -- so instead they would attack him where it was safe, where he was not a giant but just a little boy. Ender despised them, but secretly, so secretly that he didn"t even know it himself, he feared them. It was just such little torments that Peter had always used, and Ender was beginning to feel far too much at home.
These annoyances were petty, though, and Ender persuaded himself to accept them as another form of praise. Already the other armies were beginning to imitate Ender. Now most soldiers attacked with knees tucked under them; formations were breaking up now, and more commanders were sending out toons to slip along the walls. None had caught on yet to Ender"s five-toon organization -- it gave him the slight advantage that when they had accounted for the movements of four units, they wouldn"t be looking for a fifth.
Ender was teaching them all about null gravity tactics. But where could Ender go to learn new things?
He began to use the video room, filled with propaganda vids about Mazer Rackham and other great commanders of the forces of humanity in the First and Second Invasion. Ender stopped the general practice an hour early, and allowed his toon leaders to conduct their own practice in his absence. Usually they staged skirmishes, toon against toon. Ender stayed long enough to see that things were going well, then left to watch the old battles.
Most of the vids were a waste of time. Heroic music, closeups of commanders and medal-winning soldiers, confused shots of marines invading b.u.g.g.e.r installations. But here and there he found useful sequences: ships, like points of light, maneuvering in the dark of s.p.a.ce, or, better still, the lights on shipboard plotting screens, showing the whole of a battle. It was hard, from the videos, to see all three dimensions, and the scenes were often short and unexplained. But Ender began to see how well the b.u.g.g.e.rs used seemingly random flight paths to create confusion, how they used decoys and false retreats to draw the I.F. ships into traps. Some battles had been cut into many scenes, which were scattered through the various videos; by watching them in sequence, Ender was able to reconstruct whole battles. He began to see things that the official commentators never mentioned. They were always trying to arouse pride in human accomplishments and loathing of the b.u.g.g.e.rs, but Ender began to wonder how humanity had won at all. Human ships were sluggish; fleets responded to new circ.u.mstances unbearably slowly, while the b.u.g.g.e.r fleet seemed to act in perfect unity, responding to each challenge instantly. Of course, in the First Invasion the human ships were completely unsuited to fast combat, but then so were the b.u.g.g.e.r ships; it was only in the Second Invasion that the ships and weapons were swift and deadly.
So it was from the b.u.g.g.e.rs, not the humans, that Ender learned strategy. He felt ashamed and afraid of learning from them, since they were the most terrible enemy, ugly and murderous and loathsome. But they were also very good at what they did. To a point. They always seemed to follow one basic strategy only -- gather the greatest number of ships at the key point of conflict. They never did anything surprising, anything that seemed to show either brilliance or stupidity in a subordinate officer. Discipline was apparently very tight.
And there was one oddity. There was plenty of talk about Mazer Rackham but precious little video of his actual battle. Some scenes from early in the battle, Rackham"s tiny force looking pathetic against the vast power of the main b.u.g.g.e.r fleet. The b.u.g.g.e.rs had already beaten the main human fleet out in the comet shield, wiping out the earliest starships and making a mockery of human attempts at high strategy -- that film was often shown, to arouse again and again the agony and terror of b.u.g.g.e.r victory. Then the fleet coming to Mazer Rackham"s little force near Saturn, the hopeless odds, and then--
Then one shot from Mazer Rackham"s little cruiser, one enemy ship blowing up. That"s all that was ever shown. Lots of film showing marines carving their way into b.u.g.g.e.r ships. Lots of b.u.g.g.e.r corpses lying around inside. But no film of b.u.g.g.e.rs killing in personal combat, unless it was spliced in from the First Invasion. It frustrated Ender that Maser Rackham"s victory was so obviously censored. Students in the Battle School had much to learn from Mazer Rackham, and everything about his victory was concealed from view. The pa.s.sion for secrecy was not very helpful to the children who had to learn to accomplish again what Mazer Rackham had done.
Of course, as soon as word got around that Ender Wiggin was watching the war vids over and over again, the video room began to draw a crowd. Almost all were commanders, watching the same vids Ender watched, pretending they understood why he was watching and what he was getting out of it. Ender never explained anything. Even when he showed seven scenes from the same battle, but from different vids, only one boy asked, tentatively, "Are some of those from the same battle?"
Ender only shrugged, as if it didn"t matter.
It was during the last hour of practice on the seventh day, only a few hours after Ender"s army had won its seventh battle, that Major Anderson himself came into the video room. He handed a slip of paper to one of the commanders sitting there, and then spoke to Ender. "Colonel Graff wishes to see you in his office immediately."