Ender's Game (Ender Wiggins Saga)

up again, and Ender could relax enough to look around.
      One entire wall of the room was a scoreboard. Soldiers were kept aware of an army's overall record for the past two years; in here, however, records were kept for each commander. A new commander couldn't inherit a good standing from his predecessor -- he was ranked according to what he had done.
      Ender had the best ranking. A perfect won-lost record, of course, but in the other categories he was far ahead. Average soldiers-disabled, average enemy-disabled, average time-elapsed-before-victory -- in every category he was ranked first.
      When he was nearly through eating, someone came up behind him and touched his shoulder.
      "Mind if I sit?" Ender didn't have to turn around to know it was Dink Meeker.
      "Ho Dink," said Ender. "Sit.”
      "You gold-plated fart," said Dink cheerfully, "We're all trying to decide whether your scores up there are a miracle or a mistake.”
      "A habit," said Ender.
      "One victory is not a habit," Dink said. "Don't get cocky. When you're new they seed you against weak commanders.”
      "Carn Carby isn't exactly on the bottom of the rankings." It was true, Carby was just about in the middle.
      "He's OK," Dink said, "considering that he only just started. Shows some promise. You don't show promise. You show threat.”
      "Threat to what? Do they feed you less if I win? I thought you told me this was all a stupid game and none of it mattered.”
      Dink didn't like having his words thrown back at him, not under these circumstances. "You were the one who got me playing along with them. But I'm not playing games with you, Ender. You won't beat me .”
      "Probably not," Ender said.
      "I taught you," Dink said.
      "Everything I know," said Ender. "I'm just playing it by ear right now.
      "Congratulations," said Dink.
      "It's good to know I have a friend here." But Ender wasn't sure Dink was his friend anymore. Neither was Dink. After a few empty sentences, Dink went back to his table.
      Ender looked around when he was through with his meal. There were quite a few small conversations going on. Ender spotted Bonzo, who was now one of the oldest commanders. Rose the Nose had graduated. Petra was with a group in a far corner, and she didn't look at him once. Since most of the others stole glances at him from time to time, including the ones Petra was talking with, Ender was pretty sure she was deliberately avoiding his glance. That's the problem with winning right from the start, thought Ender. You lose friends.
      Give them a few weeks to get used to it. By the time I have my next battle, things will have calmed down in here.
      Carn Carby made a point of coming to greet Ender before the lunch period ended. It was, again, a gracious gesture, and, unlike Dink, Carby did not seem wary. "Right now I'm in disgrace," he said frankly. "They won't believe me when I tell them you did things that nobody's ever seen before. So I hope you beat the snot out of the next army you fight. As a favor to me.”
      "As a favor to you," Ender said. "And thanks for talking to me.”
      "I think they're treating you pretty badly. Usually new commanders are cheered when they first join the mess. But then, usually a new commander has had a few defeats under his belt before he first makes it in here. I only got in here a month ago. If anybody deserves a cheer, it's you. But that's life. Make them eat dust.”
      "I'll try." Carn Carby left, and Ender mentally added him to his private list of people who also qualified as human beings.
      That night, Ender slept better than he had in a long time. Slept so well, in fact, that he didn't wake up until the lights came on. He woke up feeling good, jogged on out to take his shower, and did not notice the piece of paper on his floor until he came back and started dressing in his uniform. He only saw the paper because it moved in the wind as he snapped out the uniform to put it on. He picked up the paper and read it.
     
    PETRA ARKANIAN, PHOENIX ARMY, 0700
     
      It was his old army, the one he had left less than four weeks before, and he knew their formations backward and forward. Partly because of Ender's influence, they were the most flexible of armies, responding relatively quickly to new situations. Phoenix Army would be the best able to cope with Ender's fluid, unpatterned attack. The teachers were determined to make life interesting for him.
      0700, said the paper, and it was already