Ender's Shadow

that being shamed was reason enough to take his brother's life. It was Judas, who did not shrink to kiss before killing. What was she thinking, to treat evil as if it were a mere mechanical product of deprivation? All the children of the street suffered fear and hunger, helplessness and desperation. But they didn't all become cold-blooded, calculating murderers.
      If, that is, Bean was right.
      But she had no doubt that Bean was telling her the truth. If Bean was lying, she would give up on herself as a judge of children's character. Now that she thought about it, Achilles was slick. A flatterer. Everything he said was calculated to impress. But Bean said little, and spoke plainly when he did speak. And he was young, and his fear and grief here in this room were real.
      Of course, he also had urged that a child be killed.
      But only because he posed a danger to others. It wasn't pride.
      How can I judge? Isn't Christ supposed to be the judge of quick and dead? Why is this in my hands, when I am not fit to do it?
      "Would you like to stay here, Bean, while I transmit your test results to the people who make the decisions about Battle School? You'll be safe here.”
      He looked down at his hands, nodded, then laid his head on his anus and sobbed.
     
     
     
      Achilles came back to the nest that morning. "I couldn't stay away," he said. "Too much could go wrong." He took them to breakfast, just like always. But Poke and Bean weren't there.
      Then Sergeant did his rounds, listening here and there, talking to other kids, talking to an adult here and there, finding out what was happening, anything that might be useful. It was along the Wijnhaven dock that he heard some of the longshoremen talking about the body found in the river that morning. A little girl. Sergeant found out where her body was being held till the authorities arrived. He didn't shy away, he walked right up to the body under a tarpaulin, and without asking permission from any of the others standing there, he pulled it back and looked at her.
      "What are you doing, boy!”
      "Her name is Poke," he said.
      "You know her? Do you know who might have killed her?”
      "A boy named Ulysses, that's who killed her," said Sergeant. Then he dropped the tarp and his rounds were over. Achilles had to know that his fears had been justified, that Ulysses was taking out anybody he could from the family.
      "We've got no choice but to kill him," said Sergeant.
      "There's been enough bloodshed," said Achilles. "But I'm afraid you're right.”
      Some of the younger children were crying. One of them explained, "Poke fed me when I was going to die.”
      "Shut up," said Sergeant. "We're eating better now than we ever did when Poke was boss.”
      Achilles put a hand on Sergeant's arm, to still him. "Poke did the best a crew boss could do. And she's the one who got me into the family. So in a way, anything I get for you, she got for you.”
      Everyone nodded solemnly at that.
      A kid asked, "You think Ulysses got Bean, too?”
      "Big loss if he did," said Sergeant.
      "Any loss to my family is a big loss," said Achilles. "But there'll be no more. Ulysses will either leave the city, now, or he's dead. Put the word out, Sergeant. Let it be known on the street that the challenge stands. Ulysses doesn't eat in any kitchen in town, until he faces me. That's what he decided for himself, when he chose to put a knife in Poke's eye.”
      Sergeant saluted him and took off at a run. The picture of businesslike obedience.
      Except that as he ran, he, too, was crying. For he had not told anyone how Poke died, how her eye was a bloody wound. Maybe Achilles knew some other way, maybe he had already heard but didn't mention it till Sergeant came back with the news. Maybe maybe. Sergeant knew the truth. Ulysses didn't raise his hand against anybody. Achilles did it. Just as Bean warned in the beginning. Achilles would never forgive Poke for beating him. He killed her now because Ulysses would get blamed for it. And then sat there talking about how good she was and how they should all be grateful to her and everything Achilles got for them, it was really Poke who got it.
      So Bean was right all along. About everything. Achilles might be a good papa to the family, but he was also a killer, and he never forgives.
      Poke knew that, though. Bean warned her, and she knew it, but she chose Achilles for their papa anyway. Chose him and then died for it.