Shadow of the giant

were
alone, he need not keep up the show of perfect rectitude.
    He looked her up and down, casually, without reaction. As he
did, she raised her arms above her head and turned around. "Here is
India," she said, "no longer resisting you, no longer evading you,
but welcoming you, married to you, fertile soil in which to plant a new
civilization of Muslim and Hindu united."
    She faced him again.
    He continued to look at her, not bothering to keep his eyes
only on her face. "You do intrigue me," he said.
    I should think so, she answered silently. Muslims never have
the virtue they pretend to have.
    "I must consider this," he said.
    "No," she said.
    "You think I'll make up my mind in an instant?"
    "I don't care. But I will leave this room in moments.
Either I'll do it dressed in that sari, as your bride, or I'll do it naked,
leaving my clothing behind. Naked I'll pass through your compound, and naked
I'll return to my people. Let them decide what they think was done to me within
these walls."
    "You'd provoke such a war as that?" said Alai.
    "Your presence in India is the provocation, Caliph. I
offer you peace and unity between our peoples. I offer you the permanent
alliance that will enable us, together, India and Islam, to unite the world in
a single government and along the way cast Peter Wiggin aside. He was never
worthy of his brother's name; he's wasted enough of the time and attention of
the world."
    She walked closer to him, until her knees touched his.
    "You have to deal with him eventually, Caliph Alai.
Will you do it with India in your bed and by your side, or will you do it while
most of your forces have to remain here to keep us from destroying you from
behind? Because I'll do it. Either we're lovers or enemies, and the time to
choose is now."
    He made no idle threat to detain her or kill her—he knew
that he could no more do that than let her walk out of the compound naked. The
real question was whether he would be a grudging husband or an enthusiastic
one.
    He reached out and took her hand.
    "You've chosen wisely, Caliph Alai," she said. She
leaned down and kissed him. The same kiss she had given Peter Wiggin, and which
he had treated as if it were nothing.
    Alai returned it warmly. His hands moved on her body.
    "Marriage first," she said.
    "Let me guess," he said. "You want the
wedding now."
    "In this room."
    "Will you dress so we can show video of the ceremony?"
    She laughed and kissed his cheek. "For publicity, I'll
dress."
    She started to walk away, but he caught her hand, drew her
back, kissed her again, passionately this time. "This is a good
idea," he said to her. "It's a bold idea. It's a dangerous idea. But
it's a good one."
    "I'll stand beside you in everything," she said.
    "Not ahead," he said. "Not behind, not above,
not below."
    She embraced him and kissed his headdress. Then she pulled
it off his head and kissed his hair.
    "Now I'll have to go to all the trouble of putting that
back on," he said.
    You'll take whatever trouble I want you to take, she
thought. I have just had a victory here today, in this room, Caliph Alai. You
and your Allah may not realize it, but the gods of India rule in this place,
and they have given me victory without another soldier dying in useless war.
    Such fools they were in Battle School, to let so few girls
in. It left the boys helpless against a woman when they returned to Earth.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    18
     
    YEREVAN
     
     
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    Re: Can't believe you're at this address
     
    When Bean told me what happened at that meeting, I thought:
I know one guy who's never going to go along with any plan of Graff's.
     
    Then I got your letter informing me of your change of
address. And then I thought some more and realized: There's no place on Earth
where Dink Meeker is going to fit in. You have too much ability to be content
anywhere that they're likely to let you serve.
     
    But I think you were wrong to refuse to be the head of the
colony you're joining. Partly it's because: Who's going to do it better than
you? Don't make me laugh.
     
    But the main reason is: What kind of living hell will it be
for the colony leader to have Mr. Insubordinate in his colony? Especially
because everybody will know you were in Ender's Jeesh and they'll wonder why
you AREN'T leader...
     
    I don't care how loyal you think you're going to be, Dink.
It's not in you. You're a brat and you always will be.