First meetings in the Enderverse

in the middle of the battleroom; and Ender’s soldiers, armed with two flashers each, carved them up easily. Pol Slattery reacted quickly, ordering his men away from the wall, but not quickly enough-only a few were able to move, and they were flashed before they could get a quarter of the way across the battleroom. When the battle was over Dragon Army had only twelve boys whole, the lowest score they had ever had. But Ender was satisfied. And during the ritual of surrender Pol Slattery broke form by shaking hands and asking, “Why did you wait so long getting out of the gate?”
    Ender glanced at Anderson, who was floating nearby. “I was informed late,” he said. “It was an ambush.”
    Slattery grinned, and gripped Ender’s hand again. “Good game.”
    Ender didn’t smile at Anderson this time. He knew that now the games would be arranged against him, to even up the odds. He didn’t like it.
    It was 2150, nearly time for lights out, when Ender knocked at the door of the room shared by Bean and three other soldiers. One of the others opened the door, then stepped back and held it wide. Ender stood for a moment, then asked if he could come in. They answered, of course, of course, come in, and he walked to the upper bunk, where Bean had set down his book and was leaning on one elbow to look at Ender.
    “Bean, can you give me twenty minutes?”
    “Near lights out,” Bean answered.
    “My room,” Ender answered. “I’ll cover for you.”
    Bean sat up and slid off his bed. Together he and Ender padded silently down the corridor to Ender’s room. Ender entered first, and Ender closed the door behind them.
    “Sit down,” Ender said, and they both sat on the edge of the bed, looking at each other.
    “Remember four weeks ago, Bean? When you told me to make you a toon leader?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ve made five toon leaders since then, haven’t I? And none of them was you.”
    Bean looked at him calmly.
    “Was I right?” Ender asked.
    “Yes, sir,” Bean answered.
    Ender nodded. “How have you done in these battles?”
    Bean cocked his head to one side. “I’ve never been immobilized, sir, and I’ve immobilized forty-three of the enemy. I’ve obeyed orders quickly, and I’ve commanded a squad in mop-up and never lost a soldier.”
    “Then you’ll understand this.” Ender paused, then decided to back up and say something else first.
    “You know you’re early, Bean, by a good half year. I was, too, and I’ve been made a commander six months early. Now they’ve put me into battles after only three weeks of training with my army. They’ve given me eight battles in seven days. I’ve already had more battles than boys who were made commander four months ago. I’ve won more battles than many who’ve been commanders for a year. And then tonight. You know what happened tonight.”
    Bean nodded. “They told you late.”
    “I don’t know what the teachers are doing. But my army is getting tired, and I’m getting tired, and now they’re changing the rules of the game. You see, Bean, I’ve looked in the old charts. No one has ever destroyed so many enemies and kept so many of his own soldiers whole in the history of the game. I’m unique-and I’m getting unique treatment.”
    Bean smiled. “You’re the best, Ender.”
    Ender shook his head. “Maybe. But it was no accident that I got the soldiers I got. My worst soldier could be a toon leader in another army. I’ve got the best. They’ve loaded things my way-but now they’re loading it all against me. I don’t know why. But I know I have to be ready for it. I need your help.”
    “Why mine?”
    “Because even though there are some better soldiers than you in Dragon Army-not many, but somethere’s nobody who can think better and faster than you.” Bean said nothing. They both knew it was true.
    Ender continued, “I need to be ready, but I can’t retrain the whole army. So I’m going to cut every toon down by one, including you. With four others you’ll be a special squad under me. And you’ll learn to do some new things. Most of the time you’ll be in the regular toons just like you are now. But when I need you. See?”
    Bean smiled and nodded. “That’s right, that’s good, can I pick them myself?”
    “One from each toon except your own, and you can’t take any toon leaders.”
    “What do you want us to do?”
    “Bean, I don’t know. I don’t know what they’ll throw at us. What would you do if suddenly our