Shadow of the giant

the aides.
He came walking in from empty fields, and he already wore the garb of a
peasant. However, he was not dressed as an Indian peasant. He wore the clothing
of a Chinese rice-paddy worker.
    He placed himself at the very end of the line and bowed
himself to the dust. He did not move forward when the line moved forward. Every
Indian he allowed to pass in front of him. And when dusk came and Virlomi wept
and said good-bye to all, he did not go.

    The aides did not come to him. Instead, Virlomi emerged from
the hut and walked to him in the darkness, carrying a lamp.
    "Get up," she said to him. "You're a fool to
come here unescorted."
    He stood up. "So I was recognized?"
    "Could you have possibly looked more Chinese?"
    "Rumors are flying?"
    "But we're keeping them off the nets. For now. By
morning, there's no controlling it."
    "I came to ask you to marry me," said Han.
    "I'm older than you," said Virlomi. "And
you're the emperor of China."
    "I thought that was one of my best features," said
Han.
    "Your country conquered mine."
    "But I didn't. I gave the captives back and as soon as
you say the word, I'll come here in state and get down on my knees in front of
you—again—and apologize to you on behalf of the Chinese people. Marry me."
    "What in the world do relations between our nations
have to do with sharing a bed with a boy that I didn't have all that high an
opinion of in Battle School?"
    "Virlomi," said Han, "we can destroy each
other as rivals. Or we can unite and together we'll have more than half the
population of the world."
    "How could it work? The Indian people will never follow
you. The Chinese people will never follow me."
    "It worked for Ferdinand and Isabella."
    "Only because they were fighting the Moors. And
Isabella and her people had to fight to keep Ferdinand from trampling on her
rights as Queen of Castile."
    "So we'll do even better," said Han.
"Everything you've done has been flawless."
    "As a good friend recently reminded me, it's easy to
win when you're opposed by idiots."
    "Virlomi," said Han.
    "Now are you going to tell me that you love me?"
    "But I do," said Han. "And you know why.
Because all of us who were chosen for Battle School, there's only one thing we
love and one thing we respect: We love brilliance and we respect power. You've created
power out of nothing."
    "I've created power out of the love and trust of my
people."
    "I love you, Virlomi."
    "Love me ... and yet you think that you're my
superior."
    "Superior? I've never led armies in battle. You
have."
    "You were in Ender's Jeesh," said Virlomi. "I
wasn't. You'll always think I'm less than you because of that."
    "Are you really telling me no? Or merely to try harder
or come up with better reasons or prove my worth in some other way."
    "I'm not going to set you to a series of lovers' tests,"
said Virlomi. "This isn't a fairy tale. My answer is no. Now and always.
The dragon and the tiger don't have to be enemies, but how can a mammal and an
egg-laying reptile ever possibly mate?"
    "So you got my letter."
    "Pathetically easy cipher. Anybody with half a brain
could get it. Your code was just to type an obvious version of your nickname
with your fingers moved one row higher on the keyboard."
    "And yet only you, of all the thousands who access the
nets, figured out it was from me."
    Virlomi sighed.
    "Just promise me this," said Han.
    "No."
    "Hear the promise first," said Han.
    "Why should I promise you anything?"
    "So I don't preemptively invade India again?"
    "With what army?"
    "I didn't mean now."
    "What's the promise you want me to make?"
    "That you won't marry Alai, either."
    "A Hindu, marrying the Caliph of all Islam? I never
knew you had such a sense of humor."
    "He'll offer," said Han.
    "Go home, Han. And, by the way, we saw the choppers
arrive and let them pass. We also asked the Muslim oppressors not to shoot you
down, either."
    "I appreciated that. I thought it meant you liked me,
at least a little."
    "I do like you," said Virlomi. "I just don't
intend to let you diddle me."
    "I didn't know a mere diddle was on the table."
    "Nothing's on the table. Back to your chopper, Boy
Emperor."
    "Virlomi, I beg you now. Let's be friends, at
least."
    "That would be nice. Someday, maybe."
    "Write to me. Get to know me."
    She shook her head, laughing, and walked back to her hut.
Han Tzu walked back out into the fields as the night wind rose.
     
     
     
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