In moments, a pair of terrified doctors climbed into the helicopter at gunpoint, in various stages of deshabille. Apparently they had been warned to maintain absolute silence, because when they saw Alai and recognized him, the man went white and the woman began to weep while trying to refasten her clothing.
Alai came and knelt in front of her. "Daughter of God," he said, "I am not concerned about your immodesty. I am concerned that the man you offered your nakedness to is not your husband."
"We will be married," she said.
"Then when that happy day comes," said Alai, "your nakedness will bless your husband, and his nakedness will belong to you. Until then, I have this clothing for you." He handed her the costume he had worn. "I do not ask that you dress like this all the time. But today, when God has seen how your heart intended to sin, perhaps you might cover yourself in humility."
"Can she wait to dress until we're in the air?" asked the pilot.
"Of course," said Alai.
"Everybody strap down," said the pilot.
There weren't enough seats along the sides; the center was meant to hold a gurney. But Alai's driver grinned and insisted on standing. "I've ridden choppers into battle. If I can't keep my feet in a medical chopper, I deserve some bruises."
The chopper tilted as it rose into the air, but soon it found a workable equilibrium, and the woman unstrapped and awkwardly dressed herself. All the men looked away, except her companion, who helped her.
Meanwhile, Alai and the pilot conversed, making no attempt to lower their voices.
"I don't want these two with us for the main enterprise," said Alai. "But I don't want to kill them either. They need time to find their way back to God."
"They can be held in Haifa," said the pilot. "Or I can have them taken on to Malta, if that would suit you better."
"Haifa will do."
It wasn't a long journey, even flying low and slow. By the time they arrived, the doctors were quiet and looked penitent, holding hands and trying not to look at Alai too much. They landed on the roof of a hospital in Haifa, and the pilot turned off the engine and got out to converse for a moment with a man dressed like a doctor. Then he opened the door. "I have to lift off again," he said, "to make room for your transportation. So you need to come out now. Except those two."
The doctors looked at each other, frightened.
"They'll be safe?" asked Alai.
"Better if they don't see your transportation come and go," said the pilot. "It will soon be dawn and there's a little light. But they'll be safe."
Alai touched them both as he left the chopper.
He and his men watched as the medical chopper lifted off. Instantly, another chopper arrived, but this time a long-range battlejet, large enough to carry many soldiers into battle, and armed heavily enough to get them past a lot of obstacles.
The door opened, and Peter Wiggin stepped out.
Alai walked up to him. "Salaam," he said.
"And in you, too, let there be peace," said Peter.
"You look more like Ender than the public photographs show."
"I have them retouched by computer to make me look older and smarter," said Peter.
Alai grinned. "It was nice of you to give us a ride."
"When Felix told me the sad story of that lonely pedestrian in the Empty Quarter, I couldn't pass up the chance to help."
"I thought it would be Bean," said Alai.
"It's a whole bunch of men trained by Bean," said Peter. "But Bean himself is on another errand. In Rwanda, as it happens."
"So that's happening now?" asked Alai.
"Oh, no," said Peter. "We won't make a move until we see how your little adventure turns out."