Ender got up and followed Anderson through the corridors. Anderson palmed the locks that kept students out of the officers" quarters; finally they came to where Graff had taken root on a swivel chair bolted to the steel floor. His belly spilled over both armrests now, even when he sat upright. Ender tried to remember. Graff hadn"t seemed particularly fat at when Ender first met him, only four years ago. Time and tension were not being kind to the administrator of the Battle School.
"Seven days since your first battle, Ender," said Graff.
Ender did not reply.
"And you"ve won seven battles, once a day."
Ender nodded.
"Your scores are unusually high, too."
Ender blinked.
"To what, commander, do you attribute your remarkable success?"
"You gave me an army that does whatever I can think for it to do."
"And what have you thought for it to do?"
"We orient downward toward the enemy gate and use our lower legs as a shield. We avoid formations and keep our mobility. It helps that I"ve got five toons of eight instead of four of ten. Also, our enemies haven"t had time to respond effectively to our new techniques, so we keep beating them with the same tricks. That won"t hold up for long."
"So you don"t expect to keep winning."
"Not with the same tricks."
Graff nodded. "Sit down, Ender."
Ender and Anderson both sat. Graff looked at Anderson, and Anderson spoke next. "What condition is your army in, fighting so often?"
"They"re all veterans now."
"But how are they doing? Are they tired?"
"If they are, they won"t admit it."
"Are they still alert?"
"You"re the ones with the computer games that play with people"s minds. You tell me."
"We know what we know. We want to know what you know."
"These are very good soldiers, Major Anderson. I"m sure they have limits, but we haven"t reached them yet. Some of the newer ones are having trouble because they never really mastered some basic techniques, but they"re working hard and improving. What do you want me to say, that they need to rest? Of course they need to rest. They need a couple of weeks off. Their studies are shot to h.e.l.l, none of us are doing any good in our cla.s.ses. But you know that, and apparently you don"t care, so why should I?"
Graff and Anderson exchanged glances. "Ender, why are you studying the videos of the b.u.g.g.e.r wars?"
"To learn strategy, of course."
"Those videos were created for propaganda purposes. All our strategies have been edited out."
"I know."
Graff and Anderson exchanged glances again. Graff drummed on his table. "You don"t play the fantasy game anymore," he said.
Ender didn"t answer.
"Tell me why you don"t play it."
"Because I won."
"You never win everything in that game. There"s always more."
"I won everything."
"Ender, we want to help you be as happy as possible, but if you--"
"You want to make me the best soldier possible. Go down and look at the standings. Look at the all-time standings. So far you"re doing an excellent job with me. Congratulations. Now when are you going to put me up against a good army?"
Graff"s set lips turned to a smile, and he shook a little with silent laughter.
Anderson handed Ender a slip of paper. "Now," he said.BONZO MADRID, SALAMANDER ARMY, 1200"That"s ten minutes from now," said Ender. "My army will be in the middle of showering up after practice."
Graff smiled. "Better hurry, then, boy."
He got to his army"s barracks five minutes later. Most were dressing after their showers; some had already gone to the game room or the video room to wait for lunch. He sent three younger boys to call everyone in, and made everyone else dress for battle as quickly as they could.
"This one"s hot and there"s no time," Ender said. "They gave Bonzo notice about twenty minutes ago, and by the time we get to the door they"ll have been inside for a good five minutes at least."
The boys were outraged, complaining loudly in the slang that they usually avoided around the commander. What they doing to us? They be crazy, neh?
"Forget why, we"ll worry about that tonight. Are you tired?"
Fly Molo answered. "We worked our b.u.t.ts off in practice today. Not to mention beating the c.r.a.p out of Ferret Army this morning."
"Same day n.o.body ever do two battles!" said Crazy Tom.
Ender answered in the same tone. "n.o.body ever beat Dragon Army, either. This be your big chance to lose?" Ender"s taunting question was the answer to their complaints. Win first, ask questions later.
All of them were back in the room, and most of them were dressed. "Move!" shouted Ender, and they ran along behind him, some of them still dressing when they reached the corridor outside the battleroom. Many of them were panting, a bad sign; they were too tired for this battle. The door was already open. There were no stars at all. Just empty, empty s.p.a.ce in a dazzlingly bright room. Nowhere to hide, not even in darkness.
"My heart," said Crazy Tom, "they haven"t come out yet, either."
Ender put his hand across his own mouth, to tell them to be silent. With the door open, of course the enemy could hear every word they said. Ender pointed all around the door, to tell them that Salamander Army was undoubtedly deployed against the wall all around the door, where they couldn"t be seen but could easily flash anyone who came out.
Ender motioned for them all to back away from the door. Then he pulled forward a few of the taller boys, including Crazy Tom, and made them kneel, not squatting back to sit on their heels, but fully upright, so they formed an L with their bodies. He flashed them. In silence the army watched him. He selected the smallest boy, Bean, handed him Tom"s gun, and made Bean kneel on Tom"s frozen legs. Then pulled Bean"s hands, each holding a gun, through Tom"s armpits.
Now the boys understood. Tom was a shield, an armored s.p.a.cecraft, and Bean was hiding inside. He was certainly not invulnerable, but he would have time.
Ender a.s.signed two more boys to throw Tom and Bean through the door and signaled them to wait. He went on through the army quickly a.s.signing groups of four -- a shield, a shooter, and two throwers. Then, when all were frozen or armed or ready to throw, he signaled the throwers to pick up their burdens, throw them through the door, and then jump through themselves.