Children of the Mind (Ender, Book 4) (Ender Quartet)

probably called it -- to tropical shores. They plucked fruit from the trees, they skimmed over the sea in the outrigger canoes, their women went bare-breasted and they all dipped fingers into taro pudding and pulled fishmeat from the bones with wet fingers. The whitest of them, the thinnest, the most elegant of the people of this place called themselves Pacifican and spoke at times as if the ancient music of the place rang in their ears, as if the ancient stories spoke of their own past. Adopted into the family, that's what they were, and the true Samoans, Tahitians, Hawaiians, Tongans, Maoris, and Fijians smiled and let them feel welcome even though these watch-wearing, reservation-making, hurrying people knew nothing of the true life in the shadow of the volcano, in the lee of the coral barrier, under the sky sparked with parrots, inside the music of the waves against the reef.
    Wang-mu and Peter came to a civilized, modern, westernized part of Pacifica, and once again found their identities waiting for them, prepared by Jane. They were career government workers trained on their home planet, Moskva, and given a couple of weeks' vacation before starting service as bureaucrats in some Congress office on Pacifica. They needed little knowledge of their supposed home planet. They just had to show their papers to get an airplane out of the city where they had supposedly just shuttled down from a starship recently arrived from Moskva. Their flight took them to one of the larger Pacific islands, and they soon showed their papers again to get a couple of rooms in a resort hotel on a sultry tropical shore.
    There was no need for papers to get aboard a boat to the island where Jane told them they should go. No one asked them for identification. But then, no one was willing to take them as passengers, either.
    "Why you going there?" asked one huge Samoan boatman. "What business you got?"
    "We want to speak to Malu on Atatua."
    "Don't know him," said the boatman. "Don't know nothing about him. Maybe you try somebody else who knows what island he's on."
    "We told you the island," said Peter. "Atatua. According to the atlas it isn't far from here."
    "I heard of it but I never went there. Go ask somebody else."
    That's how it was, time and again.
    "You get the idea that papalagis aren't wanted there?" said Peter to Wang-mu back on the porch of Peter's room. "These people are so primitive they don't just reject ramen, framlings, and utlannings. I'm betting even a Tongan or a Hawaiian can't get to Atatua."
    "I don't think it's a racial thing," said Wang-mu. "I think it's religious. I think it's protection of a holy place."
    "What's your evidence for that?" asked Peter.
    "Because there's no hatred or fear of us, no veiled anger. Just cheerful ignorance. They don't mind our existence, they just don't think we belong in the holy place. You know they'd take us anywhere else."
    "Maybe," said Peter. "But they can't be that xenophobic, or Aimaina wouldn't have become good enough friends with Malu to send a message to him."
    At that, Peter cocked his head a bit to listen as Jane apparently spoke in his ear.
    "Oh," said Peter. "Jane was skipping a step for us. Aimaina didn't send a message directly to Malu. He messaged a woman named Grace. But Grace immediately went to Malu and so Jane figured we might as well go straight to the source. Thanks Jane. Love how your intuition always works out."
    "Don't be snide to her," said Wang-mu. "She's coming up against a deadline. The order to shut down could come any day. Naturally she wants to hurry."
    "I think she should just kill any such order before anyone receives it and take over all the damn computers in the universe," said Peter. "Thumb her nose at them."
    "That wouldn't stop them," said Wang-mu. "It would only terrify them more."
    "In the meantime, we're not going to get to Malu by boarding a boat."
    "So let's find this Grace," said Wang-mu. "If she can do it, then it is possible for an outsider to get access to Malu."
    "She's not an outsider, she's Samoan," said Peter. "She has a Samoan name as well -- Teu 'Ona -- but she's worked in the academic world and it's easier to have a Christian name, as they call it. A Western name. Grace is the name she'll expect us to use. Says Jane."
    "If she had a message from Aimaina, she'll know at once who we are."
    "I don't think so," said Peter. "Even if he mentioned us, how could she possibly believe that the same people could be on his world yesterday and