"Tea?"
"Nothing," she said.
He shrugged—with embarrassment? That she had turned him down? Really, was he such a boy as that? Was he taking this personally?
Well, he was supposed to take it personally. He just didn't understand how or why.
Of course he didn't. How could he imagine what she came to offer him?
Time to be Virlomi. Time to let him know what this meeting was about.
He was standing near a bar with a fridge, and seemed to be trying to choose between inviting her to sit with him at the table or on the soft chairs bolted to the deck.
She took two steps and she was with him, pressing her body against his, entwining the arms of India under his and around his back. She stood on her toes and kissed his lips. Not with vigor, but softly and warmly. It was not a girl's chaste kiss; it was a promise of love, as best she knew how to show it. She had not had that much experience before Achilles came and made Hyderabad a chaste and terrifying place to work. A few kisses with boys she knew. But she had learned something of what made them excited; and Peter was, after all, scarcely more than a boy, wasn't he?
And it seemed to work. He certainly returned the kiss.
It was going as she expected. The gods were with her.
"Let's sit down," said Peter.
But to her surprise, what he indicated was the table, not the soft chairs. Not the wide one, where they could have sat together.
The table, where they would have a slab of wood—something cold and smooth, anyway—between them.
When they were seated, Peter looked at her quizzically. "Is that really what you came all this way for?"
"What did you think?" she said.
"I hoped it had something to do with India ratifying the FPE Constitution."
"I haven't read it," she said. "But you must know India doesn't surrender its sovereignty easily."
"It'll be easy enough, if you ask the Indian people to vote for it."
"But, you see, I need to know what India gets in return."
"What every nation in the FPE receives. Peace. Protection. Free trade. Human rights and elections."
"That's what you give to Nigeria," said Virlomi.
"That's what we give to Vanuatu and Kiribati, too. And the United States and Russia and China and, yes, India, when they choose to join us."
"India is the most populous nation on Earth. And she's spent the past three years fighting for her survival. She needs more than mere protection. She needs a special place near the center of power."
"But I'm not the center of power," said Peter. "I'm not a king."
"I know who you are," said Virlomi.
"Who am I?" He seemed amused.
"You're Genghis. Washington. Bismarck. A builder of empires. A uniter of peoples. A maker of nations."
"I'm the breaker of nations, Virlomi," said Peter. "We'll keep the word nation, but it will come to mean what state means in America. An administrative unit, but little more. India will have a great history, but from now on, we'll have human history."
"How very noble," said Virlomi. This was not going as she intended. "I think you don't understand what I'm offering you."
"You're offering me something I want very much—India in the FPE. But the price you want me to pay is too high."
"Price!" Was he really that stupid. "To have me is not a price you pay. It's a sacrifice I make."
"And who says romance is dead," said Peter. "Virlomi, you're a Battle Schooler. Surely you can see why it's impossible for me to marry my way into having India in the FPE."
Only then, in the moment of his challenge, did the whole thing become clear. Not the world as she saw it, centered on India, but the world as he saw it, with himself at the center of everything.
"So it's all about you," said Virlomi. "You can't share power with another."
"I can share power with everybody," said Peter, "and I already am. Only a fool thinks he can rule alone. You can only rule by the willing obedience and cooperation of those you supposedly rule over. They have to want you to lead them. And if I married you—attractive as the offer is on every count—I would no longer be seen as an honest broker. Instead of trusting me to lead the FPE's foreign and military policy to the benefit of the whole world, I would be seen as tilting everything toward India."
"Not everything," she said.
"More than everything," said Peter. "I would be seen as the tool of India. You can be sure that Caliph Alai would immediately declare war, not just on India, which has his troops all over it, but on the FPE. I'd be faced with bloody war in Sudan and Nubia, which I don't want."
"Why would you tear it?"
"Why wouldn't I?" he said.
"You have Bean" she said. "How can Alai stand against you?"
"Well," said Peter, "if Bean is so all powerful and irresistible, why do I need you?"
"Because Bean can never be as fully trusted as a wife. And Bean doesn't bring you a billion people."
"Virlomi," said Peter, "I'd be a fool to trust you, wife or not. You wouldn't be bringing India into the FPE, you'd be bringing the FPE into India."
"Why not a partnership?"
"Because gods don't need mortal partners," said Peter. "You've been a god too long. There's no man you can marry, as long as you think you're elevating him just by letting him touch you."
"Don't say what you can't unsay," said Virlomi.
"Don't make me say what's so hard to hear," said Peter. "I'm not going to compromise my leadership of the whole FPE just to get one country to join."
He meant it. He actually thought his position was above hers. He thought he was greater than India! Greater than a god! That he would diminish himself by taking what she offered.
But now there was nothing more to say to him. She wouldn't waste time with idle threats. She'd show him what she could do to those who wanted India for an enemy.
He rose to his feet. "I'm sorry that I didn't anticipate your offer," said Peter. "I wouldn't have wasted your time. I had no desire to embarrass you. I thought you would have understood my situation better."
"I'm just one woman. India is just one country."
He winced just a little. He didn't like having his foolish, arrogant words thrown in his face. Well, you'll have more than that thrown at you, Ender's Brother.
"I brought two others to see you," said Peter. "If you're willing."
He opened a door and Colonel Graff and a man she didn't know entered the room. "Virlomi, I think you know Minister Graff. And this is Mazer Rackham."
She inclined her head, showing no surprise.
They sat down and explained their offer.
"I already have the love and allegiance of the greatest nation on Earth," said Virlomi. "And I have not been defeated by the most terrible enemies that China and the Muslim world could hurl against me. Why should I wish to run and hide in a colony somewhere?"
"It's a noble work," said Graff. "It's not hiding, it's building."
"Termites build," said Virlomi.
"And hyenas tear," said Graff.
"I have no need for or interest in the service you offer," said Virlomi.
"No," said Graff, "you just don't see your need yet. You always were hard to get to change your way of looking at things. It's what held you back in Battle School, Virlomi."