"Will you give us the hive queen?" asked Human.
"First I have to meet with the wives," said Ender.
The piggies stiffened.
"What are you talking about?" asked the Bishop.
"I have to meet with the wives," said Ender to the piggies, "because we have to make a treaty. An agreement. A set of rules between us. Do you understand me? Humans can't live by your laws, and you can't live by ours, but if we're to live in peace, with no fence between us, and if I'm to let the hive queen live with you and help you and teach you, then you have to make us some promises, and keep them. Do you understand?"
"I understand," said Human. "But you don't know what you're asking for, to deal with the wives. They're not smart the way that the brothers are smart."
"They make all the decisions, don't they?"
"Of course," said Human. "They're the keepers of the mothers, aren't they? But I warn you, it's dangerous to speak to the wives. Especially for you, because they honor you so much."
"If the fence comes down, I have to speak to the wives. If I can't speak to them, then the fence stays up, and Miro dies, and we'll have to obey the Congressional Order that all the humans of Lusitania must leave here." Ender did not tell them that the humans might well be killed. He always told the truth, but he didn't always tell it all.
"I'll take you to the wives," said Human.
Leaf-eater walked up to him and ran his hand derisively across Human's belly. "They named you right," he said. "You are a human, not one of us." Leaf-eater started to run away, but Arrow and Cups held him.
"I'll take you," said Human. "Now, stop the fence and save Miro's life."
Ender turned to the Bishop.
"It's not my decision," said the Bishop. "It's Bosquinha's."
"My oath is to the Starways Congress," said Bosquinha, "but I'll perjure myself this minute to save the lives of my people. I say the fence comes down and we try to make the most of our rebellion."
"If we can preach to the piggies," said the Bishop.
"I'll ask them when I meet with the wives," said Ender. "I can't promise more than that."
"Bishop!" cried Novinha. "Pipo and Libo already died beyond that fence!"
"Bring it down," said the Bishop. "I don't want to see this colony end with God's work here still untouched." He smiled grimly. "But Os Venerados had better be made saints pretty soon. We'll need their help."
"Jane," murmured Ender.
"That's why I love you," said Jane. "You can do anything, as long as I set up the circumstances just right."
"Cut off the ansible and turn off the fence, please," said Ender.
"Done," she said.
Ender ran for the fence, climbed over it. With the piggies' help he lifted Miro to the top and let his rigid body drop into the waiting arms of the Bishop, the Mayor, Dom Cristao, and Novinha. Navio was jogging down the slope right behind Dona Crista. Whatever they could do to help Miro would be done.
Ouanda was climbing the fence.
"Go back," said Ender. "We've already got him over."
"If you're going to see the wives," said Ouanda, "I'm going with you. You need my help."
Ender had no answer to that. She dropped down and came to Ender.
Navio was kneeling by Miro's body. "He climbed the fence?" he said. "There's nothing in the books for that. It isn't possible. Nobody can bear enough pain to get his head right through the field."
"Will he live?" demanded Novinha.