"Perhaps I'm not decoding this right," said Bean, "but I don't see an invitation to visit him."
"He doesn't want intermediaries," said Carlotta. "We can't trust his email to be untraced."
Bean took a match and burned the email in the sink. Then he crumbled the ashes and washed them down the drain. "What about Petra?"
"Still no word. Seven of Ender's jeesh released. The Russians are simply saying that Petra's place of captivity has not yet been discovered."
"Kuso," said Bean.
"I know," said Carlotta, "but what can we do if they won't tell us? I'm afraid she's dead, Bean. You've got to realize that's the likeliest reason for them to stonewall."
Bean knew it, but didn't believe it. "You don't know Petra," he said.
"You don't know Russia," said Carlotta.
"Most people are decent in every country," said Bean.
"Achilles is enough to tip the balance wherever he goes."
Bean nodded. "Rationally, I have to agree with you. Irrationally expect to see her again someday."
"If I didn't know you so well, I might interpret that as a sign of your faith in the resurrection." Bean picked up his suitcase. "Am I bigger, or is this smaller?" "The case is the same size," said Carlotta. "I think I'm growing." "Of course you're growing. Look at your pants." "I'm still wearing them," said Bean. "More to the point, look at your ankles."
"Oh." There was more ankle showing than when he bought them.
Bean had never seen a child grow up, but it bothered him that in the weeks they had been in Araraquara, he had grown at least five centimeters. If this was puberty, where were the other changes that were supposed to go along with it?
"We'll buy you new clothes in Greensboro," said Sister Carlotta.
Greensboro. "The place where Ender grew up."
"And where he killed for the first time," said Sister Carlotta.
"You just won't let go of that, will you?" said Bean.
"When you had Achilles in your power, you didn't kill him."
Bean didn't like hearing himself compared to Ender that way. Not when it showed Ender at a disadvantage. "Sister Carlotta, we'd have a whole lot less difficulty right now if I had killed him."
"You showed mercy. You turned the other cheek. You gave him a chance to make something worthwhile out of his life."
"I made sure he'd get committed to a mental institution."
"Are you so determined to believe in your own lack of virtue?"
"Yes," said Bean. "I prefer truth to lies."
"There," said Carlotta. "Yet another virtue to add to my list."
Bean laughed in spite of himself. "I'm glad you like me," he said.
"Are you afraid to meet him?"
"Who?"
"Ender's brother."
"Not afraid," said Bean.
"How do you feel, then?"
"Skeptical," said Bean.
"He showed humility in that email," said Sister Carlotta. "He wasn't sure that he'd figured things out exactly right."
"Oh, there's a thought. The humble Hegemon."
"He's not Hegemon yet," said Carlotta.
"He got seven of Ender's jeesh released, just by publishing a column. He has influence. He has ambition. And now to learn he has humility-well, it's just too much for me."
"Laugh all you want. Let's go out and find a cab."
There was no last-minute business to take care of. They had paid cash for everything, owed nothing. They could walk away.
They lived on money drawn from accounts Graff had set up for them. There was nothing about the account Bean was using now to tag it as belonging to Julian Delphiki- It held his military salary, including his combat and retirement bonuses. The I.F. had given all of Ender's jeesh very large trust funds that they couldn't touch till they came of age. The saved-up pay and bonuses were just to tide them over during their childhood. Graff had assured him that he would not run out of money while he was in hiding.
Sister Carlotta's money came from the Vatican. One person there knew what she was doing. She, too, would have money enough for her needs. Neither of them had the temperament to exploit the situation. They spent little, Sister Carlotta because she wanted nothing more, Bean because he knew that any kind of flamboyance or excess would mark him in people's memories. He always had to seem to be a child running errands for his grandmother, not an undersized war hero cashing in on his back pay.
Their passports caused them no problems, either. Again, Graff had been able to pull strings for them. Given the way they lookedboth of Mediterranean ancestry-they carried passports from Catalonia. Carlotta knew Barcelona well, and Catalan was her childhood language. She barely spoke it now, but no matter-hardly anyone did. And no one would be surprised that her grandson couldn't speak the language at all. Besides, how many Catalans would they meet in their travels? Who would try to test their story? If someone got too nosy, they'd simply move on to some other city, some other country.
They landed in Miami, then Atlanta, then Greensboro. They were exhausted and slept the night at an airport hotel. The next day, they logged in and printed out guides to the county bus system. It was a fairly modem system, enclosed and electric, but the map made no sense to Bean.
"Why don't any of the buses go through here?" he asked.
"That's where the rich people live," said Sister Carlotta.
"They make them all live together in one place?"
"They feel safer," said Carlotta. "And by living close together, they have a better chance of their children marrying into other rich families."
"But why don't they want buses?"
"They ride in individual vehicles. They can afford the fees. It gives them more freedom to choose their own schedule. And it shows everyone just how rich they are."
"It's still stupid," said Bean. "Look how far the buses have to go out of their way."
"The rich people didn't want their streets to be enclosed in order to hold a bus system."
"So what?" asked Bean.
Sister Carlotta laughed. "Bean, isn't there plenty of stupidity in the military, too?"
"But in the long run, the guy who wins battles gets to make the decisions."
"Well, these rich people won the economic battles. Or their grandparents did. So now they get their way most of the time."
"Sometimes I feel like I don't know anything."
"You've lived half your life in a tube in space, and before that you lived on the streets of Rotterdam."
"I've lived in Greece with my family and in Araraquara, too. I should have figured this out."
,,That was Greece. And Brazil. This is America."
"So money rules in America, but not those other places?"
"No, Bean. Money rules almost everywhere. But different cultures have different ways of displaying it. In Araraquara, for instance, they made sure that the tram lines ran out to the rich neighborhoods. Why? So the servants could come to work. In America, they're more afraid of criminals coming to steal, so the sign of wealth is to make sure that the only way to reach them is by private car or on foot."
"Sometimes I miss Battle School."
"That's because in Battle School, you were one of the very richest in the only coin that mattered there."
Bean thought about that. As soon as the other kids realized that, young and small as he was, he could outperform them in every class, it gave him a kind of power. Everyone knew who he was. Even those who mocked him had to give him a grudging respect. But... "I didn't always get my way."
"Graff told me some of the outrageous things you did," said Carlotta. "Climbing through the air ducts to eavesdrop. Breaking into the computer system."
"But they caught me."
"Not as soon as they'd like to have caught you. And were you punished? No. Why? Because you were rich."
"Money and talent aren't the same thing."
"That's because you can inherit money that was earned by your ancestors," said Sister Carlotta. "And everybody recognizes the value of money, while only select groups recognize the value of talent."