Shadow Puppets (Ender, Book 7) (Shadow Saga)

prisoner would have been in the obvious place."
    "But you were not commanding the convoy," said Suriyawong.
    Achilles's smile broadened a little. "So what was that business with tossing in a knife? How did you know my hands would even be free to get the thing?"
    "I assumed that you would have arranged to have free hands," said Suriyawong.
    "Why? I didn't know you were coming."
    "Begging your pardon, sir," said Suriyawong. "But whatever was or wasn't coming, you would have had your hands free."
    "Those were your orders from Peter Wiggin?"
    "No sir, that was my judgment in battle," said Suriyawong. It galled him to address Achilles as "sir," but if this little play was to have a happy ending, this was Suriyawong's role for the moment.
    "What kind of rescue is this, where you toss the prisoner a knife and stand and wait to see what happens?"
    "There were too many variables if we flung open the door," said Suriyawong. "Too great a danger of your being killed in the crossfire."
    Achilles said nothing, just looked at the opposite wall of the chopper.
    "Besides," said Suriyawong. "This was not a rescue operation."
    "What was it, target practice? Chinese skeet?"
    "An offer of transportation to an invited guest of the Hegemon," said Suriyawong. "And the loan of a knife."
    Achilles held up the bloody thing, dangling it from the point. "Yours?" he asked.
    "Unless you want to clean it," said Suriyawong.
    Achilles handed it to him. Suriyawong took out his cleaning kit and wiped down the blade, then began to polish it.
    "You wanted me to die," said Achilles quietly.
    "I expected you to solve your own problems," said Suriyawong, "without getting any of my men killed. And since you accomplished it, I believe my decision has proven to be, if not the best course of action, at least a valid one."
    "I never thought I'd be rescued by Thais," said Achilles. "Killed by them, yes, but not saved."
    "You saved yourself," said Suriyawong coldly. "No one here saved you. We opened the door for you and I lent you my knife. I assumed you might not have a knife, and the loan of mine might speed up your victory so you would not delay our return flight."
    "You're a strange kind of boy," said Achilles.
    "I was not tested for normality before I was entrusted with this mission," said Suriyawong. "But I have no doubt that I would fail such a test."
    Achilles laughed. Suriyawong allowed himself a slight smile.
    He tried not to guess what thoughts the inscrutable faces of his soldiers might be hiding. Their families, too, had been caught up in the Chinese conquest of Thailand. They, too, had cause to hate Achilles, and it had to gall them to watch Suriyawong sucking up to him.
    For a good cause, men -- I'm saving our lives as best I can by keeping Achilles from thinking of us as his rescuers, by making sure he believes that none of us ever saw him or even thought of him as helpless.
    "Well?" said Achilles. "Don't you have any questions?"
    "Yes," said Suriyawong. "Did you already have breakfast or are you hungry?"
    "I never eat breakfast," said Achilles.
    "Killing people makes me hungry," said Suriyawong. "I thought you might want a snack of some kind."
    Now he caught a couple of the men glancing at him, only their eyes barely moving, but it was enough that Suriyawong knew they were reacting to what he said. Killing makes him hungry? Absurd. Now they must know that he was lying to Achilles. It was important to Suriyawong that his men know he was lying without him having to tell them. Otherwise he might lose their trust. They might believe he had really given himself to the service of this monster.
    Achilles did eat, after a while. Then he slept.
    Suriyawong did not trust his sleep. Achilles no doubt had mastered the art of seeming to be asleep so he could hear the conversations of others. So Suriyawong talked no more than was necessary to debrief his men and get a full count of the personnel from the convoy that they had killed.
    Only when Achilles got off the chopper to pee at the airfield on Guam did Suriyawong risk sending a quick message to Ribeirao Preto. There was one person who had to know that Achilles was coming to stay with the Hegemon: Virlomi, the Indian Battle-Schooler who had escaped from Achilles in Hyderabad and had become the goddess guarding a bridge in eastern India until Suriyawong had rescued her. If she was in Ribeirao Preto when Achilles got there, her life would be in danger.
    And that was very sad for Suriyawong, because it would