As Locke, however, he wrote statesmanlike, impartial essays about problems that different nations and regions were facing. "Locke" almost never wrote against China directly, but rather took it for granted that there would be another invasion, and that longterm investments in probable target countries might be unwise, that sort of thing.
It was hard work, because every essay had to be made interesting, original, important, or no one would pay attention to it. He had to make sure he never sounded like someone riding a hobby horse- rather the way Father had sounded when he started spouting off about his theories of group loyalty and character to Dimak. Though, to be fair, he"d never heard Father do that before, it still gave him pause and made him realize how easily Locke and Demosthenes-and therefore Peter Wiggin himself-could become at first an irritant, at last a laughingstock.
Father called this process sta.s.senization and made various suggestions for essay topics, some of which Peter used. As to what Father and Mother did with their days, when they weren"t reading his essays and commenting on them, catching errors, that sort of thing-well, Peter had no idea.
Maybe Mother had found somebody"s room to clean.Graff stopped in for a brief visit on their first morning there, but then was off again-returned to Earth, in fact, on the shuttle that had brought them. He did not return for three weeks, by which time Peter had written nearly forty essays, all of which had been published in various places. Most of them were Locke"s essays. And, as usual, most of the attention went to Demosthenes.
When Graff returned, he invited them to dine with him in the Minister"s quarters, and they had a convivial dinner during which nothing important was discussed. Whenever the subject seemed to be turning to a matter of real moment, Graff would interrupt with the pouring of water or a joke of some kind-only rarely the funny kind.
This puzzled Peter, because surely Graff could count on his own quarters being secure. But apparently not, because after dinner he invited them on a walk, leading them quickly out of the regular corridors and into some of the service pa.s.sages. They were lost almost at once, and when Graff finally opened a door and took them onto a wide ledge overlooking a ventilation shaft, they had lost all sense of direction except, of course, where "down" was.
The ventilation shaft led "down" ... a very long way.
"This is a place of some historical importance," said Graff. "Though few of us know it."
"Ah," said Father knowingly.
And because he had guessed it, Peter realized it should be guessable, and so he guessed. "Achilles was here," he said.
"This," said Graff, "is where Bean and his friends tricked Achilles. Achilles thought he was going to be able to kill Bean here, but instead Bean got him in chains, hanging in the shaft. He could have killed Achilles. His friends recommended it."
"Who were the friends?" asked Mother.
"He never told me, but that"s not surprising-I never asked. I thought it would be wiser if there were never any kind of record, even inside my head, of which other children were there to witness Achilles"s humiliation and helplessness."
"It wouldn"t have mattered, if he had simply killed Achilles. There would have been no murders."
"But, you see," said Graff, "if Achilles had died, then I would have had to ask those names, and Bean could not have been allowed to remain in Battle School. We might have lost the war because of that, because Ender relied on Bean quite heavily."
"You let Ender stay after he killed a boy," said Peter.
"The boy died accidentally," said Graff, "as Ender defended himself."
"Defended himself because you left him alone," said Mother "I"ve already faced trial on those charges, and I was acquitted."
"But you were asked to resign your commission," said Mother.
"But I was then given this much higher position as Minister of Colonization. Let"s not quibble over the past. Bean got Achilles here, not to kill him, but to induce him to confess. He did confess, very convincingly, and because I heard him do it, I"m on his death list, too."
"Then why are you still alive?" asked Peter.
"Because, contrary to widespread belief, Achilles is not a genius and he makes mistakes. His reach is not infinite and his power can be blocked. He doesn"t know everything. He doesn"t have everything planned. I think half the time he"s winging it, putting himself in the way of opportunity and seizing it when he sees it."
"If he"s not a genius, then why does he Keep beating geniuses?" asked Peter.
"Because he does the unexpected," said Graff. "He doesn"t actually do things remarkably well, he simply does things that no one thought he would do. He stays a jump ahead. And our finest minds were not even thinking about him when he brought off his most spectacular successes. They thought they were civilians again when he had them kidnapped. Bean wasn"t trying to oppose Achilles"s plans during the war, he was trying to find and rescue Petra. You see? I have Achilles"s test scores. He"s a champion suckup, and he"s very smart or he wouldn"t have got here. He knew how to ace a psych test, for instance, so that his violent tendencies remained hidden from us when we chose him to come in the last group we brought to Battle School. He"s dangerous, in other words. But he"s never had to face an opponent, not really. What the Formics faced, he"s never had to face."
"So you"re confident," said Peter.
"Not at all," said Graff. "But I"m hopeful."
"You brought us here just to show us this place?" said Father.
"Actually, no. I brought you here because I came up earlier in the day and swept it personally for eavesdropping devices. Plus, I installed a sound damper here, so that our voices are not carrying down the ventilation shaft."
"You think MinCol has been penetrated," said Peter "I know it has," said Graff "Uphanad was doing his routine scan of the logs of outgoing messages, and he found an odd one that was sent within hours of your arrival here. The entire message consisted of the single word "on". Uphanad"s routine scan, of course, is more thorough than most people"s desperate search. He found this one simply by looking for anomalies in message length, language patterns, etc. To find codes, you see."
"And this was in code?" asked Father.
"Not a cipher, no. And impossible to decode for that reason. It could simply mean "affirmative," as in "the mission is on." It might be a foreign word-there are several dozen common languages in which "on" has meaning by itself. It might be "no" backward. You see the problem? What alerted Uphanad, besides its brevity, was the fact that it was sent within hours of your arrival-after your arrival-and both the sender and the receiver of the message were anonymous."
"How could the sender be anonymous from a secure militarydesigned facility?" asked Peter.
"Oh, it"s quite simple, really," said Graff. "The sender used someone else"s sign-on."
"Whose?"
"Uphanad was quite embarra.s.sed when he showed me the printout of the message. Because as far as the computer was concerned, it was sent by Uphanad himself."
"Someone got the log-on of the head of security?" said Father.
"Humiliating, you may be sure," said Graff.
"You"ve fired him?" asked Mother "That would not make us more secure, to lose the man who is our best defense against whatever operation that message triggered."
"So you think it is the English word "on" and it means somebody is preparing to move against us."
"I think that"s not unlikely. I think the message was sent in the clear. It"s only undecipherable because we don"t know what is "on.""
"And you"ve taken into account," said Mother, "the possibility that Uphanad actually sent this message himself, and is using the fact that he told you about it as cover for the fact that he"s the perpetrator"
Graff looked at her a long time, blinked, and then smiled. "I was telling myself, "suspect everybody," but now I know what a truly suspicious person is."
Peter hadn"t thought of it either But now it made perfect sense.
"Still, let"s not leap to conclusions, either," said Graff. "The real sender of the message might have used Major Uphanad"s sign-on precisely so that the chief of security would be our prime suspect."
"How long ago did he find this message?" asked Father "A couple of days," said Graff. "I was already scheduled to come, so I stuck to my schedule."
"No warnings?"
"No," said Graff. "Any departure from routine would let the sender know his signal was discovered and perhaps interpreted. It would lead him to change his plans."
"So what do we do?" asked Peter.
"First," said Graff, "I apologize for thinking you"d be perfectly safe here. Apparently Achilles"s reach-or perhaps China"s-is longer than we thought."
"So do we go home?" asked Father "Second," said Graff, "we can"t do anything that would play into their hands. Going home right now, before the threat can be identified and neutralized, would expose you to greater danger Our betrayer could give another signal that would tell them when and where you were going to arrive on Earth. What your trajectory of descent is going to be. That sort of thing."
"Who would risk killing the Hegemon by downing a shuttle?" said Peter. "The world would be outraged, even the people who"d be happy to see me dead."
"Anything we do that changes our pattern would let the traitor know his signal was intercepted. It might rush the project, whatever it is, before we"re ready. No, I"m sorry to say this, but... our best course of action is to wait."
"And what if we disagree?" said Peter.
"Then I"ll send you home on the shuttle of your choosing, and pray for you all the way down."
"You"d let us go?"
"You"re my guest," said Graff. "Not my prisoner"
"Then let"s test it," said Peter "We"re leaving on the next shuttle. The one that brought you-when it goes back, we"ll be on it."
"Too soon," said Graff. "We have no time to prepare."
"And neither does he. I suggest," said Peter, "that you go to Uphanad and make sure he knows that he has to put a complete blanket of secrecy on our imminent departure. He"s not even to tell Dimak."
"But if he"s the one," said Mother, "then-"
"Then he can"t send a signal," said Peter "Unless he can find a way to let the information slip out and become public knowledge on the station. That"s why it"s vital, Minister Graff, that you remain with him at all times after you tell him. So if it"s him, he can"t send the signal."
"But it"s probably not him," said Graff, "and now you"ve let everybody know."
"But now we"ll be watching for the outgoing message.
"Unless they simply kill you as you"re boarding the shuttle."
"Then our worries will be over," said Peter. "But I think they won"t kill us here, because this agent of theirs is too useful to them- or to Achilles, depending on whose man he is-for them to use him up completely on this operation."
Graff pondered this. "So we watch to see who might be sending the message-"
"And you have agents stationed at the landing point on Earth to see if they can spot a would-be a.s.sa.s.sin.
"I can do that," said Graff. "One tiny problem, though."
"What"s that?" said Peter.
"You can"t go."
"Why can"t I?" said Peter "Because your one-man propaganda campaign is working. The people who read your stuff have drifted more strongly into the antiChina camp. It"s still a fairly slight movement, but it"s real."
"I can write my essays there," said Peter.
"In danger of being killed at any moment," said Graff.
"That could happen here, too," said Peter "Well-but you yourself said it was unlikely."
"Let"s catch the mole who"s working your station," said Peter, "and send him home. Meanwhile, we"re heading for Earth. It"s been great being here, Minister Graff. But we"ve got to go."
He looked at his mother and father "Absolutely," said Father "Do you think," said Mother, "that when we get back to Earth we can find a place with little tiny beds like these?" She clung more tightly to Father"s arms. "It"s made us so much closer as a family."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WAR PLANS
From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Re: Encrypted using code ***********
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I spend half my memory capacity just holding on to whatever online ident.i.ty you"re using from week to week. Why not rely on encryption? n.o.body"s broken hyperprime encryption yet.
Here it is, Bean: Those stones in india? Virlomi started it, of course. Got a message from her: >Now you are not in cesspool, can communicate again. Have no email here. Stones are >mine. Back on bridge soon. War in earnest. Post to me only, this site, pickup name >BridgeGirl pa.s.sword not stepstool.
At least I think that"s what "stones are mine" means. And what does "pa.s.sword not stepstool" mean? That the pa.s.sword is "not stepstool"? Or that the pa.s.sword is not "stepstool," in which case it"s probably not "aardvark" either, but how does that help?
Anyhow, I think she"s offering to begin war in earnest inside India. She can"t possibly have a nationwide network, but then, maybe she doesn"t need one. She was certainly enough in tune with the Indian people to get them all piling stones in the road. And now the whole stone wall business has taken off. Lots of skirmishes between angry hungry citizens and Chinese soldiers. Trucks hijacked. Sabotage of Chinese offices proceeding [?]apace. What can she do more than is already happening?
Given where you are, you may have more need of her information and/or help than I do. But I"d appreciate your help understanding the parts of the message that are opaque to me.From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Re: >blank< encrypted="" using="" code="">
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Here"s why I keep changing ident.i.ties. First, they don"t have to decrypt the message to get information if they see patterns in our correspondence-it would be useful for them to know the frequency and timing of our correspondence and the length of our messages. Second, they don"t have to decrypt the whole message, they only have to guess our encrypt and decrypt codes. Which I bet you have written down somewhere because you don"t actually core whether I get killed because you"re too lazy to memorize. Of course I mean that in the nicest possible way, 0 right honorable Mr. Hegemon.
Here"s what Virlomi meant. Obviously she intended that you not be able to understand the message and correspond with her properly unless you talked to me or Suri. That means she doesn"t trust you completely. My guess is that if you wrote to her and left a message using the pa.s.sword "not stepstool," she"d know that you hadn"t talked to me. (You don"t know how tempting it was l.u.s.t to leave you with that guess.) When we picked her up from that bridge near the Burmese border, she boarded the chopper by stepping on Suriyaw.a.n.g"s bock as he lay prostrate before her. The pa.s.sword is not stepstool, it"s the real name of her stepstaal. And she"s going to be bock at that bridge, which means she"s made her way across India to the Burmese border, where she"ll be in a position to disrupt Chinese supply of their troops in India-or, conversely, Chinese attempts to move their troops out of India and back into China or Indochina.
Of course she"s only going to be atone bridge. But my guess is that she"s already setting up guerrilla groups that are gefting ready to disrupt traffic on the other roads between Burma and India, with a strong possibility that she"s set up something along the Himalayan border as well. I doubt she can seal the borders, but she can slow and hara.s.s their pa.s.sage, tying up troops trying to protect supply lines and making the Chinese less able to mount offensives or keep their troops supplied with ammunition-always a problem for them.
Personally, I think you should tell her not to tip her hand too soon. I may be able to tell you when to post a reply asking her to start in earnest on a particular date. And no, I won"t post myself because I am most certainly watched here, and I don"t wont them to know about her directly. I"ve already caught two snoopware intrusions on my desk, which cost me twenty minutes each time, scrambling them so they send back false information to the snoops. Encrypted email like this I can send, but messages posted to dead drops can be picked up by snoopware on the local net.
And yes these are indeed my friends. But they"d be fools not to keep track of what I"m sending out-if they can.Bean measured himself in the mirror. He still looked like himself, more or less. But he didn"t like the way his head was growing. Larger in proportion to his body. Growing faster.
I should be getting smarter, shouldn"t I? More brain s.p.a.ce and all?
Instead I"m worrying about what will happen when my head gets too big, my skull and brains too heavy for my neck to hold the whole a.s.semblage in a vertical position.
He measured himself against the coat closet, too. Not all that long ago, he had to stand on tiptoe to reach coat hangers. Then it became easy. Now he was reaching a bit downward from shoulder height.
Door frames were not a problem yet. But he was beginning to feel as though he should duck.