Was it only because he knew that he'd soon leave Earth and wouldn't have to be here to face the consequences?
That was unfair. Bean had said he'd stay until Peter was Hegemon in fact as well as name. Bean did not break his word.
What if they never find a cure? What if we sail on through space forever? What if Bean dies out there with me and the babies?
She heard footsteps behind her. She assumed it would be Bean, but it was her mother.
"Awake without the babies waking you?"
Petra smiled. "I have plenty to keep me from sleeping."
"But you need your sleep."
"Eventually, my body takes it whether I like it or not."
Mother looked out over the city. "Did you miss us?"
She knew her mother wanted her to say, Every day. But the truth would have to do. "When I have time to think about anything at all, yes. But it's not that I miss you. It's that...I'm glad you're in my life. Glad you're in this world." She turned to face her mother. "I'm not a little girl anymore. I know I'm still very young and I'm sure I don't know anything yet, but I'm part of the cycle of life now. I'm no longer the youngest generation. So I don't cling to my parents as I once would have liked to. I missed a lot up there in Battle School. Children need families."
"And," said Mother sadly, "they make families out of whatever they have at hand."
"That will never happen to my children," said Petra. "The world isn't being invaded by aliens. I can stay with them."
Then she remembered that some people would claim that some of her children were the alien invasion.
She couldn't think that way.
"You carry so much weight in your heart," said Mother, stroking her hair.
"Not as much as Bean. Far less than Peter."
"Is this Peter Wiggin a good man?"
Petra shrugged. "Are great men ever really good? I know they can be, but we judge them by a different standard. Greatness changes them, whatever they were to start with. It's like war--does any war ever settle anything? But we can't judge that way. The test of a war isn't whether it solved things. You have to ask, Was fighting the war better than not fighting it? And I guess the same kind of test ought to be used on great men."
"If Peter Wiggin is great."
"Mother, he was Locke, remember? He stopped a war. Already he was great before I came home from Battle School. And he was still in his teens. Younger than I am now."
"Then I asked the wrong question," said Mother. "Is a world that he rules over going to be a good place to live?"
Petra shrugged again. "I believe he means it to be. I haven't seen him being vindictive. Or corrupt. He's making sure that any nation that joins the FPE does it through the vote of the people, so nothing is being forced on them. That's promising, isn't it?"
"Armenia spent so many centuries yearning to have our own nation. Now we have it, but it seems the price of keeping it is to give it up."
"Armenia will still be Armenia, Mother."
"No, it won't," she said. "If Peter Wiggin wins everything he's trying to win, then Armenia will be...Kansas."
"Hardly!"
"We'll all speak Common and if you go from Yerevan to Rostov or Ankara or Sofia, you won't even know you've gone anywhere."
"We all speak Common now. And there'll never be a time you can't tell Ankara from Yerevan."
"You're so sure."
"I'm sure of a lot of things. And about half the time, I'm right." She grinned at her mother, but her mother's return smile wasn't real.