"But you understand why I"m doing it."
"Because you"re such a short-sighted little bureaucratic b.a.s.t.a.r.d that you think you need to cover yourself in case things go wrong. Well, if things go wrong we"ll all be b.u.g.g.e.r meat. So trust me now, Anderson, and don"t bring the whole d.a.m.n Hegemony down on review. What I"m doing is hard enough without them."
"Oh, is it unfair? Are things stacked against you? You can do it to Ender, but you can"t take it, is that it?"
"Ender Wiggin is ten times smarter and stronger than I am. What I"m doing to him will bring out his genius. If I had to go through it myself, it would crush me. Major Anderson, I know I"m wrecking the game, and I know you love it better than any of the boys who play. Hate me if you like, but don"t stop me."
"I reserve the right to communicate with the Hegemony and the Strategoi at any time. But for now do what you want."
"Thank you ever so kindly.""Ender Wiggin, the little farthead who leads the standings, what a pleasure to have you with us." The commander of Rat Army lay sprawled on a lower bunk wearing only his desk. "With you around, how can any army lose?" Several of the boys nearby laughed.
There could not here been two more opposite armies than Salamander and Rat. The room was rumpled, cluttered, noisy. After Bonzo Ender had thought that indiscipline would be a welcome relief. Instead, he found that he had come to expect quiet and order, and the disorder here made him uncomfortable.
"We doing OK, Ender Bender. I Rose de Nose, Jewboy extraordinaire, and you ain"t nothin but a pinheaded pinp.r.i.c.k of a goy. Don"t you forget it."
Since the I.F. was formed the Strategos of the military forces had always been a Jew. There was a myth that Jewish generals didn"t lose wars. And so far it was still true. It made any Jew at the Battle School dream of being Strategos, and conferred prestige on him from the start. It also caused resentment. Rat Army was often called the Kike Force, half in parody of Mazer Rackham"s Strike Force. There were many who liked to remember that during the Second Invasion, even though an American Jew, as President, was Hegemon of the alliance, an Israeli Jew was Strategos in overall command of I.F. defense, and a Russian Jew was Polemarch of the fleet, it was Mazer Rackham, a little-known, twice-court-martialled, half-Maori New Zealander whose Strike Force broke up and finally destroyed the b.u.g.g.e.r fleet in the action around Saturn.
If Mazer Rackham could save the world, then it didn"t matter a bit whether you were a Jew or not, people said.
But it did matter, and Rose the Nose knew it. He mocked himself to forestall the mocking comments of anti-semites-- almost everyone he defeated in battle became, at least for a time, a Jew-hater-- but he also made sure everyone knew what he was. His army was in second place, bucking for first.
"I took you on, goy, because I didn"t want people to think I only win because I got great soldiers. I want them to know that even with a little puke of a soldier like you I can still win. We only got three rules here. Do what I tell you and don"t p.i.s.s in the bed."
Ender nodded. He knew that Rose wanted him to ask what the third rule was. So he did.
"That was three rules. We don"t do too good in math here."
The message was clear. Winning is more important than anything.
"Your practice sessions with half-a.s.sed little Launchies are over, Wiggin. Done. You"re in a big boys" army now. I"m putting you in d.i.n.k Meeker"s toon. From now on, as far as you"re concerned, d.i.n.k Meeker is G.o.d."
"Then who are you?"
"The personnel officer who hired G.o.d." Rose grinned. "And you are forbidden to use your desk again until you"ve frozen two enemy soldiers in the same battle. This order is out of self-defense. I hear you"re a genius programmer. I don"t want you s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around with my desk.
Everybody erupted in laughter. It took Ender a moment to understand why. Rose had programmed his desk to display-- and animate-- a bigger-than-life sized picture of male genitals, which waggled back and forth as Rose held the desk on his naked lap. This is just the sort of commander Bonzo would trade me to, thought Ender. How does a boy who spends his time like this win battles?
Ender found d.i.n.k Meeker in the game room, not playing, just sitting and watching. "A guy pointed you out," Ender said. "I"m Ender Wiggin."
"I know," said Meeker.
"I"m in your toon."
"I know," he said again.
"I"m pretty inexperienced."
d.i.n.k looked up at him. "Look, Wiggin, I know all this. Why do you think I asked Rose to get you for me?"
He had not been dumped, he had been picked up, he had been asked for. Meeker wanted him. "Why?" asked Ender.
"I"ve watched your practice sessions with the Launchies. I think you show some promise. Bonzo is stupid and I wanted you to get better training than Petra could give you. All she can do is shoot."
"I needed to learn that."
"You still move like you were afraid to wet your pants."
"So teach me."
"So learn."
"I"m not going to quit my freetime practice sessions."
"I don"t want you to quit them."
"Rose the Nose does."
"Rose the Nose can"t stop you. Likewise, he can"t stop you from using your desk."
"I thought commanders could order anything."
"They can order the moon to turn blue, too, but it doesn"t happen. Listen, Ender, commanders have just as much authority as you let them have. The more you obey them, the more power they have over you."
"What"s to stop them from hurting me?" Ender remembered Bonzo"s blow.
"I thought that was why you were taking personal attack cla.s.ses."
"You"ve really been watching me, haven"t you?"
d.i.n.k didn"t answer.
"I don"t want to get Rose mad at me. I want to be part of the battles now, I"m tired of sitting out till the end."
"Your standings will go down."
This time Ender didn"t answer.
"Listen, Ender, as long as you"re part of my toon, you"re part of the battle."
Ender soon learned why. d.i.n.k trained his toon independently from the rest of Rat Army, with discipline and vigor; he never consulted with Rose, and only rarely did the whole army maneuver together. It was as if Rose commanded one army, and d.i.n.k commanded a much smaller one that happened to practice in the battleroom at the same time.
d.i.n.k started out the first practice by asking Ender to demonstrate his feet-first attack position. The other boys didn"t like it. "How can we attack lying on our backs?" they asked.
To Ender"s surprise, d.i.n.k didn"t correct them, didn"t say, "You aren"t attacking on your back, you"re dropping downward toward them." He had seen what Ender was doing, but he had not understood the orientation that it implied. It soon became clear to Ender that even though d.i.n.k was very, very good, his persistence in holding onto the corridor gravity orientation instead of thinking of the enemy gate as downward was limiting his thinking.
They practiced attacking an enemy-held star. Before trying Ender"s feet-first method, they had always gone in standing up, their whole bodies available as a target. Even now, though, they reached the star and then a.s.saulted the enemy from one direction only; "Over the top," cried d.i.n.k, and over they went. To his credit, he then repeated the exercise, calling, "Again, upside down," but because of their insistence on a gravity that didn"t exist, the boys became awkward when the maneuver was under, as if vertigo seized them.
They hated the feet-first attack. d.i.n.k insisted that they use it. As a result, they hated Ender. "Do we have to learn how to fight from a Launchy?" one of them muttered, making sure Ender could hear. "Yes," answered d.i.n.k. They kept working.