"Sit down," Ender said, and they both sat on the edge of the bed, looking at each other.
"Remember four weeks ago, Bean? When you told me to make you a toon leader?"
"Yeah."
"I've made five toon leaders since then, haven't I? And none of them was you."
Bean looked at him calmly.
"Was I right?" Ender asked.
"Yes, sir," Bean answered.
Ender nodded. "How have you done in these battles?"
Bean cocked his head to one side. "I've never been immobilized, sir, and I've immobilized forty-three of the enemy. I've obeyed orders quickly, and I've commanded a squad in mop-up and never lost a soldier."
"Then you'll understand this." Ender paused, then decided to back up and say something else first.
"You know you're early, Bean, by a good half year. I was, too, and I've been made a commander six months early. Now they've put me into battles after only three weeks of training with my army. They've given me eight battles in seven days. I've already had more battles than boys who were made commander four months ago. I've won more battles than many who've been commanders for a year. And then tonight. You know what happened tonight."
Bean nodded. "They told you late."
"I don't know what the teachers are doing. But my army is getting tired, and I'm getting tired, and now they're changing the rules of the game. You see, Bean, I've looked in the old charts. No one has ever destroyed so many enemies and kept so many of his own soldiers whole in the history of the game. I'm unique--and I'm getting unique trea
tment."
Bean smiled. "You're the best, Ender."
Ender shook his head. "Maybe. But it was no accident that I got the soldiers I got. My worst soldier could be a toon leader in another army. I've got the best. They've loaded things my way--but now they're loading it all against me. I don't know why. But I know I have to be ready for it. I need your help."
"Why mine?"
"Because even though there are some better soldiers than you in Dragon Army--not many, but some--there's nobody who can think better and faster than you." Bean said nothing. They both knew it was true.
Ender continued. "I need to be ready, but I can't retrain the whole army. So I'm going to cut every toon down by one, including you. With four others you'll be a special squad under me. And you'll learn to do some new things. Most of the time you'll be in the regular toons just like you are now. But when I need you. See?"
Bean smiled and nodded. "That's right, that's good, can I pick them myself?"
"One from each toon except your own, and you can't take any toon leaders."
"What do you want us to do?"
"Bean, I don't know. I don't know what they'll throw at us. What would you do if suddenly our flashers didn't work, and the enemy's did? What would you do if we had to face two armies at once? The only thing I know is--there may be a game where we don't even try for score. Where we just go for the enemy's gate. I want you ready to do that any time I call for it. Got it? You take them for two hours a day during regular workout. Then you and I and your soldiers, we'll work at night after dinner."
"We'll get tired."
"I have a feeling we don't know what tired is." Ender reached out and took Bean's hand, and gripped it. "Even when it's rigged against us, Bean. We'll win."
Bean left in silence and padded down the corridor.
Dragon Army wasn't the only army working out after hours now. The other commanders had finally realized they had some catching up to do. From early morning to lights out soldiers all over Training and Command Center, none of them over fourteen years old, were learning to jackknife off walls and use each other as shields.
But while other commanders mastered the techniques that Ender had used to defeat them, Ender and Bean worked on solutions to problems that had never come up.
There were still battles every day, but for a while they were normal, with grids and stars and sudden plunges through the gate. And after the battles, Ender and Bean and four other soldiers would leave the main group and practice strange maneuvers. Attacks without flashers, using feet to physically disarm or disorient an enemy. Using four frozen soldiers to reverse the enemy's gate in less than two seconds. And one day Bean came in to workout with a thirty-meter cord.
"What's that for?"