Ender's Shadow

the neck of their flash suits and said, "Let him be alone. Can't you see he wants to be alone?”
      Of course he wants to be alone, thought Bean. He killed a kid today, and even if he doesn't know the outcome, he knows what was at stake. These teachers were willing to let him face death without help. Why should he play along with them anymore? Good for you, Ender.
      Not so good for the rest of us, but it's not like you're our father or something. More like a brother, and the thing with brothers is, you're supposed to take turns being the keeper. Sometimes you get to sit down and be the brother who is kept.
      Fly Molo led them back to the barracks. Bean followed along, wishing he could go with Ender, talk to him, assure him that he agreed completely, that he understood. But that was pathetic, Bean realized. Why should Ender care whether I understand him or not? I'm just a kid, just one of his army. He knows me, he knows how to use me, but what does he care whether I know him?
      Bean climbed to his bunk and saw a slip of paper on it.
    Transfer
     
    Bean
     
    Rabbit Army
     
    Commander
     
      That was Carn Carby's army. Carn was being removed from command? He was a good guy -- not a great commander, but why couldn't they wait till he graduated?
      Because they're through with this school, that's why. They're advancing everybody they think needs some experience with command, and they're graduating other students to make room for them. I might have Rabbit Army, but not for long, I bet.
      He pulled out his desk, meaning to sign on as ^Graff and check the rosters. Find out what was happening to everybody. But the ^Graff log-in didn't work. Apparently they no longer considered it useful to permit Bean to keep his inside access.
      From the back of the room, the older boys were raising a hubbub. Bean heard Crazy Tom's voice rising above the rest. "You mean I'm supposed to figure out how to beat Dragon Army?" Word soon filtered to the front. The toon leaders and seconds had all received transfer orders. Every single one of them was being given command of an army. Dragon had been stripped.
      After about a minute of chaos, Fly Molo led the other toon leaders along between the bunks, heading toward the door. Of course -- they had to go tell Ender what the teachers had done to him now.
      But to Bean's surprise, Fly stopped at his bunk and looked up at him, then glanced at the other toon leaders behind him.
      "Bean, somebody's got to tell Ender.”
      Bean nodded.
      "We thought ... since you're his friend ...”
      Bean let nothing show on his face, but he was stunned. Me? Ender's friend? No more than anyone else in this room.
      And then he realized. In this army, Ender had everyone's love and admiration. And they all knew they had Ender's trust. But only Bean had been taken inside Ender's confidence, when Ender assigned him his special squad. And when Ender wanted to stop playing the game, it was Bean to whom he had turned over his army. Bean was the closest thing to a friend they had seen Ender have since he got command of Dragon.
      Bean looked across at Nikolai, who was grinning his ass off. Nikolai saluted him and mouthed the word commander .
      Bean saluted Nikolai back, but could not smile, knowing what this would do to Ender. He nodded to Fly Molo, then slid off the bunk and went out the door.
      He didn't go straight to Ender's quarters, though. Instead, he went to Carn Carby's room. No one answered. So he went on to Rabbit barracks and knocked. "Where's Carn?" he asked.
      "Graduated," said Itú, the leader of Rabbit's A toon. "He found out about half an hour ago.”
      "We were in a battle.”
      "I know -- two armies at once. You won, right?”
      Bean nodded. "I bet Carn wasn't the only one graduated early.”
      "A lot of commanders," said Itú. "More than half.”
      "Including Bonzo Madrid? I mean, he graduated?”
      "That's what the official notice said." Itú shrugged. "Everybody knows that if anything, Bonzo was probably iced. I mean, they didn't even list his assignment. Just 'Cartagena.' His hometown. Is that iced or what? But let the teachers call it what they want.”
      "I'll bet the total who graduated was nine," said Bean. "Neh?”
      "Eh," said Itú. "Nine. So you know something?”
      "Bad news, I think," said Bean. He showed Itú his transfer orders.
      "Santa merda," said Itú. Then he saluted. Not sarcastically, but not enthusiastically, either.
      "Would you