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off. And we get such fascinating visitors from outer space. Like you.”
    “My, but we’re testy today,” said Graff.
    “I’m sure Bean’s and Petra’s families have agreed to leave Ribeirão Preto so that their children don’t have to worry about Achilles taking them hostage. And someday Nikolai Delphiki and Stefan Arkanian will recover from having been mere bit players in their siblings’ lives. But John Paul’s and my situation is not at all the same. Our son is the idiot who decided to bring Achilles here.”
    “Yes, it must hurt you to have the one child who simply isn’t at the same intellectual level as the others,” said Graff.
    Theresa looked at him, saw the twinkle in his eye, and laughed in spite of herself. “All right, he isn’t stupid, he’s so cocky he can’t conceive of any of his plans failing. But the result is the same. And I have no intention of hearing about his death through some awful little email message. Or—worse—from a news report talking about how ‘the brother of the great Ender Wiggin has failed in his bid to revive the office of Hegemon’ and then watch how even in death Peter’s obituary is accompanied by more footage of Ender after his victory over the Formics.”
    “You seem to have a very clear view of all the future possibilities,” said Graff.
    “No, just the unbearable ones. I’m staying, Mr. Colonization Minister. You’ll have to find your completely inappropriate middle-aged recruits somewhere else.”
    “Actually, you’re not inappropriate. You’re still of childbearing age.”
    “Having children has brought me such joy,” said Theresa, “that it’s really marvelous to contemplate having more of them.”
    “I know perfectly well how much you’ve sacrificed for your children, and how much you love them. And I knew coming here that you wouldn’t want to go.”
    “So you have soldiers waiting to take me with you by force? You already have my husband in custody?”
    “No, no,” said Graff. “I think you’re right not to go.”
    “Oh.”
    “But Peter asked me to protect you, so I had to offer. No, I think it’s a good thing for you to stay.”
    “And why is that?”
    “Peter has many allies,” said Graff. “But no friends.”
    “Not even you?”
    “I’m afraid I studied him too closely in his childhood to take any of his present charisma at face value.”
    “He does have that, doesn’t he. Charisma. Or at least charm.”
    “At least as much as Ender, when he chooses to use it.”
    Hearing Graff speak of Ender—of the kind of young man Ender had become before he was pitched out of the solar system in a colony ship after saving the human race—filled Theresa with familiar, but no less bitter, regrets. Graff knew Ender Wiggin at age seven and ten and twelve, years when Theresa’s only links to her youngest, most vulnerable child were a few photographs and fading memories and the ache in her arms where she could remember holding him, and the last lingering sensation of his little arms flung around her neck.
    “Even when you brought him back to Earth,” said Theresa to Graff, “you didn’t let us see him. You took Val to him, but not his father, not me.”
    “I’m sorry,” said Graff. “I didn’t know he would never come home at war’s end. Seeing you would have reminded him that there was someone in the world who was supposed to protect him and take care of him.”
    “And that would have been a bad thing?”
    “The toughness we needed from Ender was not the person he wanted to be. We had to protect it. Letting him see Valentine was dangerous enough.”
    “Are you so sure that you were right?”
    “Not sure at all. But Ender won the war, and we can never go back and try it another way to see if it would have worked as well.”
    “And I can never go back and try to find some way through all of this that doesn’t end up filling me with resentment and grief whenever I see you or even think of you.”
    Graff said nothing for