First meetings in the Enderverse

said it.
    Father laughed. “That’s John Paul, always wants to do more than he’s able.”
    The woman looked at John Paul. “How old is he?”
    “Not six yet,” said Mother sharply.
    “Oh,” said the woman. “Well, then, I assume this is Nicholas, this is Thomas, and this is Andrew?”
    “Why aren’t you testing me?” demanded Peter.
    “I’m afraid you’re already too old,” she answered. “By the time the Fleet was able to gain access to noncompliant nations…” Her voice trailed off.
    Peter got up and mournfully left the room.
    “Why not girls?” said Catherine.
    “Because girls don’t want to be soldiers,” said Anna.
    And suddenly John Paul realized that this wasn’t like the regular government tests. This was a test that Peter wanted to take, and Catherine was jealous that it couldn’t be given to girls. If this test was about becoming a soldier, it was dumb that Peter would be considered too old. He was the only one who had his man-height. What, did they think Andrew or Nicholas could carry a gun and kill people? Maybe Thomas could, but he was also kind of fat besides being tall and he didn’t look like any soldier John Paul had seen.
    “Whom do you want first?” asked Mother. “And can you do it in a bedroom so I can keep their lessons going?”
    “Regulations require that I do it in a room with street access, with the door open,” said the woman.
    “Oh, for the love of-we aren’t going to hurt you,” said Father. The woman only looked at him briefly, and then looked at Mother, and both of John Paul’s parents seemed to give in. John Paul realized: Somebody must have been hurt giving this test. Somebody must have been taken into a back room and somebody hurt them. Or killed them. This was a dangerous business. Some people must be even angrier about he testing than Father and Mother. Why would Father and Mother hate and fear something that Peter and Catherine wished they could have?

    It proved impossible to have a regular school day in the girls’ bedroom, even though it had the fewest beds, and soon Mother resorted to having a free-reading time while she nursed one of the babies. And when John Paul asked if he could go read in the other room, she gave consent. Of course, she assumed he meant the other bedroom, because whenever somebody in the family said
    “the other room” they meant the other bedroom. But John Paul had no intention of going in there. Instead he headed for the kitchen.
    Father and Mother had forbidden the children to enter the parlor while the testing was going on, but that didn’t prevent John Paul from sitting on the floor just outside the parlor, reading a book while he listened to the test.
    Every now and then he was aware that the woman giving the test was glancing at him, but she never said anything to him and so he just kept reading. It was a book about the life of St. John Paul II, the great Polish pope that he had been named for, and John Paul was fascinated because he was finally getting answers to some of his questions about why Catholics were different and the Hegemon didn’t like them. Even as he read, he also listened to all of the testing. But it wasn’t like the government tests, with questions about facts and seeing if they could figure out math answers or name parts of speech. Instead she asked each boy questions that didn’t really have answers. About what he liked and didn’t like, about why people did the things they did. Only after about fifteen minutes of those questions did she start the written test with more regular problems.
    In fact, the first time, John Paul didn’t think those questions were part of the test. Only when she asked each boy the exact same questions and then followed up on the differences in their answers did he realize this was definitely one of the main things she was here to do. And from the way she got so involved and tense asking those questions, John Paul gathered that she thought these questions were actually more important than the written part of the test.
    John Paul wanted to answer the questions. He wanted to take the test. He liked to take tests. He always answered silently when the older children were taking tests, to see if he could answer as many questions as they did.
    So when she was finishing up with Andrew, John Paul was just about to ask if he could take the test when the woman spoke to Mother. “How old is this one?”
    “We told you,” said Mother. “He’s only five.”
    “Look