"You've always been a sucker for people who pee on you."
"And Quara. All of them--even Miro, I like the boy."
"And they love you, Ender."
He laughed. "People always think they love me, until I speak. Novinha's more perceptive than most--she already hates me before I tell the truth."
"You're as blind about yourself as anyone else, Speaker," said Jane. "Promise me that when you die, you'll let me speak your death. Have I got things to say."
"Keep them to yourself," said Ender wearily. "You're even worse at this business than I am."
He began his list of questions to be resolved.
1. Why did Novinha marry Marcao in the first place?
2. Why did Marcao hate his children?
3. Why does Novinha hate herself?
4. Why did Miro call me to speak Libo's death?
5. Why did Ela call me to speak her father's death?
6. Why did Novinha change her mind about my speaking Pipo's death?
7. What was the immediate cause of Marcao's death?
He stopped with the seventh question. It would be easy to answer it; a merely clinical matter. So that was where he would begin.
The physician who autopsied Marcao was called Navio, which meant "ship."
"Not for my size," he said, laughing. "Or because I'm much of a swimmer. My full name is Enrique o Navigador Caronada. You can bet I'm glad the
y took my nickname from 'shipmaster' rather than from 'little cannon.' Too many obscene possibilities in that one."
Ender was not deceived by his joviality. Navio was a good Catholic and he obeyed his bishop as well as anyone. He was determined to keep Ender from learning anything, though he'd not be uncheerful about it.
"There are two ways I can get the answers to my questions," Ender said quietly. "I can ask you, and you can tell me truthfully. Or I can submit a petition to the Starways Congress for your records to be opened to me. The ansible charges are very high, and since the petition is a routine one, and your resistance to it is contrary to law, the cost will be deducted from your colony's already straitened funds, along with a double-the-cost penalty and a reprimand for you."
Navio's smile gradually disappeared as Ender spoke. He answered coldly. "Of course I'll answer your questions," he said.
"There's no 'of course' about it," said Ender. "Your bishop counseled the people of Milagre to carry out an unprovoked and unjustified boycott of a legally called-for minister. You would do everyone a favor if you would inform them that if this cheerful noncooperation continues, I will petition for my status to be changed from minister to inquisitor. I assure you that I have a very good reputation with the Starways Congress, and my petition will be successful."
Navio knew exactly what that meant. As an inquisitor, Ender would have congressional authority to revoke the colony's Catholic license on the grounds of religious persecution. It would cause a terrible upheaval among the Lusitanians, not least because the Bishop would be summarily dismissed from his position and sent to the Vatican for discipline.
"Why would you do such a thing when you know we don't want you here?" said Navio.
"Someone wanted me here or I wouldn't have come," said Ender. "You may not like the law when it annoys you, but it protects many a Catholic on worlds where another creed is licensed."
Navio drummed his fingers on his desk. "What are your questions, Speaker," he said. "Let's get this done."
"It's simple enough, to start with, at least. What was the proximate cause of the death of Marcos Maria Ribeira?"
"Marcao!" said Navio. "You couldn't possibly have been summoned to speak his death, he only passed away a few weeks ago--"
"I have been asked to speak several deaths, Dom Navio, and I choose to begin with Marcao's."
Navio grimaced. "What if I ask for proof of your authority?"