Shadow of the Hegemon, the - Book 2 (Ender)

the others sleep," said Suriyawong.
    "Yes sir," said Bean. He turned to the men. "Honest assessment. Which of you will be least impaired by failing to get enough sleep tonight?"
    "Will we be allowed sleep tomorrow?" asked one.
    "Yes," said Bean. "So it's a matter of how much it affects you to get off your rhythm."
    "I'll be fine." Four others felt the same way. So Bean chose the two nearest. "Two of you keep watch for two more hours, then go back to the normal watch rotation."
    Outside the building, with their two bodyguards walking five meters behind them, Bean and Suriyawong finally had a chance to talk candidly. First, though, Suriyawong had to know. "You really keep a regular watch rotation even here at the base?"
    "Was I wrong?" asked Bean.
    "Obviously not, but ... you really are paranoid."
    "I know I have an enemy who wants me dead. An enemy who happens to be hopping from one powerful position to another."
    "More powerful each time," said Suriyawong. "In Russia, he didn't have the power to start a war."
    "He might not in India, either," said Bean.
    "There's a war," said Suriyawong. "You're saying it isn't his?"
    "It's his," said Bean. "But he's probably still having to persuade adults to go along with him."
    "Win a few, and they hand you your own army," said Suriyawong.
    "Win a few more, and they hand you the country," said Bean. "As Napoleon and Washington showed."
    "How many do you have to win to get the world?"
    Bean let the question hang.
    "Why did he go after us?" asked Suriyawong. "I think you're right, that this operation at least was entirely Achilles'. It's not the kind of thing the Indian government goes for. India is a democracy. Folding children doesn't play well. No way he got approval."
    "It might not even be India," said Bean. "We don't really know anything."
    "Except that it's Achilles," said Suriyawong. "Think about the stuff that doesn't make sense. A second-rate, obvious campaign strategy that we're probably going to be able to take apart. A nasty bit of business like this that can only soil India's reputation in the rest of the world."
    "Obviously he's not acting in India's best interest," said Bean. "But they think he is, if he's really the one who brought off this deal with Pakistan. He's acting for himself. And I can see what he gains by kidnapping Ender's jeesh and by trying to kill you."
    "Fewer rivals?"
    "No," said Bean. "He makes Battle School grads look like the most important weapons in the war."
    "But he's not a Battle School grad."
    "He was in Battle School, and he's that age. He doesn't want to have to wait till he grows up to be king of the world. He wants everyone to believe that a child should lead them. If you're worth killing, if Ender's jeesh is worth stealing . . ." It also helps Peter Wiggin, Bean realized. He didn't go to Battle School, but if children are plausible world leaders, his own track record as Locke raises him above any other contenders. Military ability is one thing. Ending the League War was a much stronger qualification. It trumped "psychopathic Battle School expulsee" hands down.
    "Do you think that's all?" asked Suriyawong.
    "What's all?" asked Bean. He had lost the thread. "Oh, you mean is that enough to explain why Achilles would want you dead?" Bean thought about it. "I don't know. Maybe. But it doesn't tell us why he's setting up India for a much bloodier war than it has to fight."
    "What about this," said Suriyawong. "Make everybody fear what war will bring, so they want to strengthen the Hegemony to keep the war from spreading."
    "That's fine, except nobody's going to nominate Achilles as Hegemon."
    "Good point. Are we ruling out the possibility that Achilles is just stupid?"
    "Yes, that's not a possibility."
    "What about Petra, could she have fooled him into sticking with this obvious but somewhat dumb and wasteful strategy?"
    "That is possible, except that Achilles is very sharp at reading people. I don't know if Petra could lie to him. I never saw her lie to anybody. I don't know if she can."
    "Never saw her lie to anybody?" asked Suriyawong.
    Bean shrugged. "We became very good friends, at the end of the war. She speaks her mind. She may hold something back sometimes, but she tells you she's doing it. No smoke, no mirrors. The door's either open or it's shut."
    "Lying takes practice," observed Suriyawong.
    "Like the Chakri?"
    "You don't get to that position by pure military ability. You have to make yourself look very good to a lot of people.