Valentine
Graff had disappeared from Eros soon after the court martial, but now he was back. It seems that as Minister of Colonization, he could not miss the opportunity for publicity that the departure of the first colony ship would offer.
"Publicity is good for the Dispersal Project," said Graff when Mazer laughed at him.
"And you don't love the camera?"
"Look at me," said Graff. "I've lost twenty-five kilos. I'm a mere shadow of myself."
"All through the war, you gain weight, bit by bit. You balloon during the court martial. And now you lose weight. Was it Earth gravity?"
"I didn't go to Earth," said Graff. "I was busy turning Battle School into the assembly point for the colonists. No one understood why I insisted that all the beds be adult-sized. Now they talk about my foresight."
"Why are you lying to me? You weren't in charge when Battle School was built."
Graff shook his head. "Mazer, I wasn't in charge of anything when I talked you into coming home, was I?"
"You were in charge of the get-Rackham-home-to-help-train-Ender-Wiggin project."
"But no one knew there was such a project."
"Except you."
"So I was also in charge of the make-sure-Battle-School-is-fitted-out-for-the-Human-Genome-Dispersal-Project project."
"And that's why you're losing weight," said Mazer. "Because you finally got the funding and authority to carry out the real project that you've had in mind all along."
"Winning the war was the most important thing. I had my mind on my job of training children! Who knew we'd win it in circumstances that gave us all these uninhabited already-terraformed completely habitable planets? I expected Ender to win, or Bean if Ender failed, but I thought we'd then be battling the buggers world to world, and racing to found new colonies in the opposite direction, so we wouldn't be vulnerable to their counterattack."
"So you're here to have your picture taken with the colonists."
"I'm here to have my smiling picture taken with you and Ender and the colonists."
"Ah," said Mazer. "The court martial crowd."
"The cruelest thing about that court martial was the way they savaged Ender's reputation. Fortunately, most people remember the victory, not the evidence from the court martial. Now we place another image in their minds."
"So you actually care about Ender."
Graff looked hurt. "I have always loved that boy. It would take a moral idiot not to. I know deep goodness when I see it. I hate having his name tied to the murder of children."
"He did kill them."
"He didn't know that he did."
"Those weren't like winning the war while thinking it was a game, Hyrum," said Mazer. "He knew he was in a real fight for his life, and he knew that he had to win decisively. He had to know that the death of his opponent was always a possibility."
"So you're saying he's as guilty as our enemies said he was?"
"I'm saying that he killed them and he knew what he was doing. Not the exact outcome, but that he was taking actions that could cause real and permanent damage to those boys."
"They were going to kill him!"
"Bonzo was," said Mazer. "Stilson was a petty bully."
"But Ender was so untrained he had no idea of the damage he was doing, or that his shoes had steel toes. Weren't we clever to keep him safe by insisting he wear shoes like that."
"Hyrum, I think Ender's actions were perfectly justified. He didn't choose to fight those boys, so the only choice he had was how thoroughly to win."
"Or lose."
"Ender never has the choice to lose, Hyrum. It's not in him, even when he thinks it is."
"All I know is that he promised to try to work a picture with me and you into his schedule."
Mazer nodded. "And you think that meant that he'd do it."
"He doesn't have a schedule. I thought he was being ironic. Except for hanging with Valentine, what does he have to do?"
Mazer laughed. "What he's been doing for more than a year—studying the formics so obsessively that we all worried about his mental health. Only I have to say that with the colonists' arrival, he's been preparing to be governor in more than just name."
"Admiral Morgan will be disappointed."
"Admiral Morgan expects to get his way," said Mazer, "because he doesn't realize Ender is serious about governing the colony. What Ender was doing was memorizing the dossiers of all the colonists—their test results, family relationships with other colonists and with family members who were left home, their towns and countries of origin and what those places look like and what's been going on there in the past year, during the time they were signing up."
"And Admiral Morgan doesn't get the point?"
"Admiral Morgan is a leader," said Mazer. "He gives orders and they're passed down the chain. Knowing the grunts is the job of the petty officers."
Graff laughed. "And people wonder why we used children to command the final campaign."
"Every officer learns how to function within the system that promoted him," said Mazer. "The system is still sick—it always has been and always will be. But Ender learned how real leadering is done."
"Or was born knowing it."
"So he's greeting every colonist by name and making a point of conversing with them all for at least a half hour."
"Can't he do that on the ship after they take off?"
"He's meeting the ones who are going into stasis. The ones who are staying awake he'll meet after launch. So when he says he'll try to fit you into his schedule, he was not being ironic. Most of the colonists are sleepers and he barely has time for a real conversation with all of them."
Graff sighed. "Isn't he even sleeping?"
"I think he figures he'll have time to sleep after launch—when Admiral Morgan is commanding his vessel and Ender will have no official duties that he doesn't assign to himself. At least that's how Valentine and I decode his behavior."
"He doesn't talk to her?"
"Of course he does. He just doesn't admit to having any plans or any reasons for the things he does."
"Why would he keep secrets from her?"
"I'm not sure they're secrets," said Mazer. "I think he might not know that he has plans of any kind. I think he's greeting the colonists because that's what they need and expect. It's a duty because it means a lot to them, so he does it."
"Nonsense," said Graff. "Ender always has plans within plans."
"I believe you're thinking of you."
"Ender is better at this than I am."
"I doubt it," said Mazer. "Peacetime bureaucratic maneuvering? Nobody does it better than you."