Ender's Shadow

Bean, Ender Wiggin was born third in his family. A special waiver, not an illegal birth. His older brother and sister are just as gifted as he is, but for various reasons were deemed inappropriate for Battle School. But the brother, Peter Wiggin, is a very ambitious young man. With the military closed off to him, he's gone into politics. Twice.”
      "He's Locke and Demosthenes," said Bean.
      "He plans the strategy for both of them, but he only writes Locke. His sister Valentine writes Demosthenes.”
      Bean laughed. "Now it makes sense.”
      "So both your letters went to the same people.”
      "If I wrote them.”
      "And it's driving poor Peter Wiggin crazy. He's really tapping into all his sources inside the fleet to find out who sent those letters. But nobody in the Fleet knows, either. The six officers whose log-ins you used have been ruled out. And as you can guess, nobody is checking to see if the only seven-year-old ever to go to Tactical School might have dabbled in political epistolary in his spare time.”
      "Except you.”
      "Because, by God, I'm the only person who understands exactly how brilliant you children actually are.”
      "How brilliant are we?" Bean grinned.
      "Our walk won't last forever, and I won't waste time on flattery. The other thing I wanted to tell you is that Sister Carlotta, being unemployed after you left, devoted a lot of effort to tracking down your parentage. I can see two officers approaching us right now who will put an end to this unrecorded conversation, and so I'll be brief. You have a name, Bean. You are Julian Delphiki.”
      "That's Nikolai's last name.”
      "Julian is the name of Nikolai's father. And of your father. Your mother's name is Elena. You are identical twins. Your fertilized eggs were implanted at different times, and your genes were altered in one very small but significant way. So when you look at Nikolai, you see yourself as you would have been, had you not been genetically altered, and had you grown up with parents who loved you and cared for you.”
      "Julian Delphiki," said Bean.
      "Nikolai is among those already heading for Earth. Sister Carlotta will see to it that, when he is repatriated to Greece, he is informed that you are indeed his brother. His parents already know that you exist -- Sister Carlotta told them. Your home is a lovely place, a house on the hills of Crete overlooking the Aegean. Sister Carlotta tells me that they are good people, your parents. They wept with joy when they learned that you exist. And now our interview is coming to an end. We were discussing your low opinion of the quality of teaching here at Command School.”
      "How did you guess.”
      "You're not the only one who can do that.”
      The two officers -- an admiral and a general, both wearing big false smiles -- greeted them and asked how the interview had gone.
      "You have the recording," said Graff. "Including the part where Bean insisted that it was still being recorded.”
      "And yet the interview continued.”
      "I was telling him," said Bean, "about the incompetence of the teachers here at Command School.”
      "Incompetence?”
      "Our battles are always against exceptionally stupid computer opponents. And then the teachers insist on going through long, tedious analyses of these mock combats, even though no enemy could possibly behave as stupidly and predictably as these simulations do. I was suggesting that the only way for us to get decent competition here is if you divide us into two groups and have us fight each other.”
      The two officers looked at each other. "Interesting point," said the general.
      "Moot," said the admiral. "Ender Wiggin is about to be introduced into your game. We thought you'd want to be there to greet him.”
      "Yes," said Bean. "I do.”
      "I'll take you," said the admiral.
      "Let's talk," the general said to Graff.
      On the way, the admiral said little, and Bean could answer his chat without thought. It was a good thing. For he was in turmoil over the things that Graff had told him. It was almost not a surprise that Locke and Demosthenes were Ender's siblings. If they were as intelligent as Ender, it was inevitable that they would rise into prominence, and the nets allowed them to conceal their identity enough to accomplish it while they were still young. But part of the reason Bean was drawn to them had to be the sheer familiarity of their voices. They must have sounded like Ender, in