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Ender's Shadow

Ender's Shadow

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Autoren: Orson Scott Card
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that subtle way in which people who have lived long together pick up nuances of speech from each other. Bean didn't realize it consciously, but unconsciously it would have made him more alert to those essays. He should have known, and at some level he did know.
      But the other, that Nikolai was really his brother -- how could he believe that? It was as if Graff had read his heart and found the lie that would penetrate most deeply into his soul and told it to him. I'm Greek? My brother happened to be in my launch group, the boy who became my dearest friend? Twins? Parents who love me?
      Julian Delphiki?
      No, I can't believe this. Graff has never dealt honestly with us. Graff was the one who did not lift a finger to protect Ender from Bonzo. Graff does nothing except to accomplish some manipulative purpose.
      My name is Bean. Poke gave me that name, and I won't give it up in exchange for a lie.
     
     
     
      They heard his voice, first, talking to a technician in another room. "How can I work with squadron leaders I never see?”
      "And why would you need to see them?" asked the technician.
      "To know who they are, how they think --”
      "You'll learn who they are and how they think from the way they work with the simulator. But even so, I think you won't be concerned. They're listening to you right now. Put on the headset so you can hear them.”
      They all trembled with excitement, knowing that he would soon hear their voices as they now heard his.
      "Somebody say something," said Petra.
      "Wait till he gets the headset on," said Dink.
      "How will we know?" asked Vlad.
      "Me first," said Alai.
      A pause. A new faint hiss in their earphones.
      "Salaam," Alai whispered.
      "Alai," said Ender.
      "And me," said Bean. "The dwarf.”
      "Bean," said Ender.
      Yes, thought Bean, as the others talked to him. That's who I am. That's the name that is spoken by the people who know me.

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    Ender’s Game
     
     
        "General, you are the Strategos. You have the authority to do this, and you have the obligation.”
      "I don't need disgraced former Battle School commandants to tell me my obligations.”
      "If you do not arrest the Polemarch and his conspirators --”
      "Colonel Graff, if I do strike first, then I will bear the blame for the war that ensues.”
      "Yes, you would, sir. Now tell me, which would be the better outcome -- everybody blames you, but we win the war, or nobody blames you, because you've been stood up against a wall and shot after the Polemarch's coup results in worldwide Russian hegemony?”
      "I will not fire the first shot.”
      "A military commander not willing to strike preemptively when he has firm intelligence --”
      "The politics of the thing --”
      "If you let them win it's the end of politics!”
      "The Russians stopped being the bad guys back in the twentieth century!”
      "Whoever is doing the bad things, that's the bad guy. You're the sheriff, sir, whether people approve of you or not. Do your job.”
     
      With Ender there, Bean immediately stepped back into his place among the toon leaders. No one mentioned it to him. He had been the leading commander, he had trained them well, but Ender had always been the natural commander of this group, and now that he was here, Bean was small again.
      And rightly so, Bean knew. He had led them well, but Ender made him look like a novice. It wasn't that Ender's strategies were better than Bean's -- they weren't, really. Different sometimes, but more often Bean watched Ender do exactly what he would have done.
      The important difference was in the way he led the others. He had their fierce devotion instead of the ever-so-slightly-resentful obedience Bean got from them, which helped from the start. But he also earned that devotion by noticing, not just what was going on in the battle, but what was going on in his commanders' minds. He was stern, sometimes even snappish, making it clear that he expected better than their best. And yet he had a way of giving an intonation to innocuous words, showing appreciation, admiration, closeness. They felt known by the one whose honor they needed. Bean simply did not know how to do that. His encouragement was always more obvious, a bit heavy-handed. It meant less to them because it felt more calculated. It was more calculated. Ender was just ... himself. Authority came from him like breath.
      They flipped a genetic switch in me and made me an

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