Ender's Shadow

mind breaking it to the others? Give them a chance to get used to the idea before I show up for real? I've got to go talk to Ender. Maybe he already knows they've just taken his entire leadership and given them armies. But if he doesn't, I've got to tell him.”
      " Every Dragon toon leader?”
      "And every second." He thought of saying, Sorry Rabbit got stuck with me. But Ender would never have said anything self-belittling like that. And if Bean was going to be a commander, he couldn't start out with an apology. "I think Carn Carby had a good organization," said Bean, "so I don't expect to change any of the toon leadership for the first week, anyway, till I see how things go in practice and decide what shape we're in for the kind of battles we're going to start having now that most of the commanders are kids trained in Dragon.”
      Itú understood immediately. "Man, that's going to be strange, isn't it? Ender trained all you guys, and now you've got to fight each other.”
      "One thing's for sure," said Bean. "I have no intention of trying to turn Rabbit into a copy of Ender's Dragon. We're not the same kids and we won't be fighting the same opponents. Rabbit's a good army. We don't have to copy anybody.”
      Itú grinned. "Even if that's just bullshit, sir, it's first-rate bullshit. I'll pass it on." He saluted.
      Bean saluted back. Then he jogged to Ender's quarters.
      Ender's mattress and blankets and pillow had been thrown out into the corridor. For a moment Bean wondered why. Then he saw that the sheets and mattress were still damp and bloody. Water from Ender's shower. Blood from Bonzo's face. Apparently Ender didn't want them in his room.
      Bean knocked on the door.
      "Go away," said Ender softly.
      Bean knocked again. Then again.
      "Come in," said Ender.
      Bean palmed the door open.
      "Go away, Bean," said Ender.
      Bean nodded. He understood the sentiment. But he had to deliver his message. So he just looked at his shoes and waited for Ender to ask him his business. Or yell at him. Whatever Ender wanted to do. Because the other toon leaders were wrong. Bean didn't have any special relationship with Ender. Not outside the game.
      Ender said nothing. And continued to say nothing.
      Bean looked up from the ground and saw Ender gazing at him. Not angry. Just ... watching. What does he see in me, Bean wondered. How well does he know me? What does he think of me? What do I amount to in his eyes?
      That was something Bean would probably never know. And he had come here for another purpose. Time to carry it out.
      He took a step closer to Ender. He turned his hand so the transfer slip was visible. He didn't offer it to Ender, but he knew Ender would see it.
      "You're transferred?" asked Ender. His voice sounded dead. As if he'd been expecting it.
      "To Rabbit Army," said Bean.
      Ender nodded. "Carn Carby's a good man. I hope he recognizes what you're worth.”
      The words came to Bean like a longed-for blessing. He swallowed the emotion that welled up inside him. He still had more of his message to deliver.
      "Carn Carby was graduated today," said Bean. "He got his notice while we were fighting our battle.”
      "Well," said Ender. "Who's commanding Rabbit then?" He didn't sound all that interested. The question was expected, so he asked it.
      "Me," said Bean. He was embarrassed; a smile came inadvertently to his lips.
      Ender looked at the ceiling and nodded. "Of course. After all, you're only four years younger than the regular age.”
      "It isn't funny," said Bean. "I don't know what's going on here." Except that the system seems to be running on sheer panic. "All the changes in the game. And now this. I wasn't the only one transferred, you know. They graduated half the commanders, and transferred a lot of our guys to command their armies.”
      "Which guys?" Now Ender did sound interested.
      "It looks like -- every toon leader and every assistant.”
      "Of course. If they decide to wreck my army, they'll cut it to the ground. Whatever they're doing, they're thorough.”
      "You'll still win, Ender. We all know that. Crazy Tom, he said, 'You mean I'm supposed to figure out how to beat Dragon Army?' Everybody knows you're the best." His words sounded empty even to himself. He wanted to be encouraging, but he knew that Ender knew better. Still he babbled on. "They can't break you down, no matter what they --”
      "They already have.”
      They've broken