“You have a point,” said the Governor, but his jest was a sad one. “Your sacrifice will make my job easier.”

  By then the Governor was old, and it was not his job much longer. He died, and the ship carrying the new governor, long ago dispatched from Earth, had not yet come.

  So they held an election, and chose, for their acting Governor, Sel Menach, father of none, uncle of all, or so it seemed. He governed for five years, continuing his scientific work, settling disputes, diversifying the colony and setting up smaller villages far enough away, and in different enough environments, that they could learn more about the life of this world.

  Then the colony ship came from Earth. It had been sent only a few months after the great victory, but it was forty years in coming—though it seemed only two years to those aboard. It brought ten times as many people as were already in the colony. It also brought the new governor, appointed by the Ministry of Colonization and backed, should anyone choose to resist his authority, by forty well-armed young Marines among the new colonists.

  The original colonists—the old settlers, they already called themselves—learned the new governor’s name only a few weeks before the ship came into orbit. It was Ender Wiggin himself, the architect of victory, who would govern them, though he was still only a child of fifteen years.

  The old settlers were angry and afraid. The generation that had fought and won the battle, that had first explored this planet’s surface and cleared away and burned the bodies of the formics who had died in this area, the ones who had first grown terrestrial crops here and lived in terror of the parasites that attacked the blood and lived for a time in the caves of the formics until they developed the right tools to build with the right kinds of trees to make houses—that generation was old. The young ones, who were now in the strength of adulthood, in their twenties and thirties, knew nothing of Earth. This was their home, and someone in a far-off place had decided to dump so many new colonists on them that they would become a small minority. And to add insult to injury, a child would rule over them.

  “He is not an ordinary child,” Sel Menach said. “He’s the reason the human race possesses this world, and the enemy does not. He’s the reason human beings are spreading out through this corner of the galaxy, instead of struggling to survive in the back hills of our own world, hunted down by Formics.”

  “So they gave him a reward—our land! Us!”

  “Do you think this is a reward?” said Sel. “I think his reward would have been to go home to Earth. To his mother and father. Instead he was sent here. They must have been afraid of him on Earth. In an earlier age, he would simply have been killed.”

  It was a sobering thought. But it didn’t make the old settlers any more enthusiastic to have him rule over them.

  “We who came with the original fleet, we knew that we would lose everything. If we had simply returned to Earth, all our friends would have been dead, our families as well. So before we ever left on this expedition, we were trained in the skills and sciences that would give us the best chance of survival on this planet. We thought we might have to fight for every inch of it; thanks to Ender Wiggin’s complete victory, we did not. But we still struggled, and why? We’re old now. We worked so hard in order to give this colony to other people, people we didn’t know, people who hadn’t even been born when we arrived. You.”

  “But that’s different. We’re your own children.”

  Sel smiled. “Not mine.”

  They had no answer for that.

  “That’s what civilization is,” said Sel. “You labor all your life to create a gift, large or small, which you then hand to strangers to build on and improve for the generation after. Some of them might be genetically related to us; most of them will not. We’ve built something fine here, but with far larger numbers each of our little colonies can now become towns. We can begin to specialize, to trade, the spread farther across this planet’s surface. We can make of this a world as diverse and rich and productive as Earth. Maybe even better. And we need their genes, these newcomers. We need a shot of fresh DNA to make our future generations competitive with the humans being born on Earth. We need them every bit as much as they needed us to prepare the ground for their arrival. We are allies in our species’ war for survival. We are brothers and sisters on a planet where the indigenous life has no kinship with us at all.”

  Fine speeches were enough to quell the immediate rebellion. But once the new colonists arrived, there would be conflicts and misunderstandings—it was bound to be so. It would be a constant labor of explanation, of patience, of nudges here and accommodations there to keep the peace. Sel knew just how to do it, but it would be hard, and he was tired, and besides, it was someone else’s job. Ender Wiggin’s. Not his.

  So Sel began quietly to prepare for an expedition southward. It would be on foot—there had been no beasts of burden in the original expedition, and he was not going to deprive the colony of any of its vehicles. And even though many of the new edible hybrids had spread widely, he meant to pass out of their optimum climate, which meant he would have to carry his food with him. Fortunately, he didn’t eat much, and he would bring along six of the new dogs he had genetically altered to be able to metabolize the local proteins. The dogs would hunt, and then he would harvest two of them—and turn the other four loose, two breeding pairs that could live off the land.

  New predators turned loose in the wild—Sel knew exactly how dangerous this could be to the local ecology. But they could not eat all the native species and could do nothing with the vegetation, and it would be important during later exploration and colonization to find edible and tamable creatures loose in the wild.

  We aren’t here to preserve the local ecology like a museum. We’re here to colonize, to suit the world for ourselves.

  Which is precisely what the Formics had started to do to Earth. Only their approach was much more drastic—burn all, and then plant vegetation from the Formics’ native planet.

  Was that what they had done here? Sel didn’t think so. He had found none of the species the Formics had planted on Earth during the Scouring of China nearly a century ago. This was one of the Formics’ oldest colonies, and its flora and fauna seemed to be too distant, genetically, to have shared common ancestors with the Formic varieties. It must have been settled before they developed the formification strategy they had begun to use on Earth.

  In all the years till now, Sel had had to devote himself entirely to the genetic research required to keep the colony viable, and then to governing the colony. Now that his replacement was here, he could go into hitherto unexplored lands and learn what he could.

  He could not go any great distance—he supposed a few hundred kilometers would be his limit, for it would do no good to range so far that he could not return and report his findings.

  With the help of the lead xenogeneticist, Ix Tolo, Sel prepared a kit of the sampling and testing equipment he’d need—well, not all that he’d need, but all that he could carry along with his supplies. It was a meager kit, but Ix didn’t even argue with him about it, which was unusual. “Why aren’t you telling me that there’s no point in making this journey if I don’t have the equipment I need?”

  “Because,” said Ix, “I know you’re not really traveling as a scientist.”

  “I’m not?”

  “Look at you—an old man, planning a hundred-click journey.”

  “Farther than that.”

  “Like an old elephant, searching for a place to die.”

  “I don’t plan on dying.”

  “Governor Menach,” said Ix, “you’re an old man who doesn’t want to face his fifteen-year-old successor.”

  “I don’t want to get in his way,” said Sel.

  “You know everybody and everything, and he knows very little.”

  “He saved the human race.”

  “He knows very little about governing this colony. He has authority without relationships or influence. You’re making it far harder for him by going.”

  “I don’t think so,” said Sel. “It’s going to be hard enough for him without everybody turning to me for answers all the time. And they will. You will. The new colonists have been in stasis throughout the voyage. They don’t know him—so they’ll tend to follow whomever the old settlers follow. And if I’m here, that’ll be me. No matter what we do or say, Ender Wiggin will be treated like my grandson, not like the governor.”

  “Maybe Ender Wiggin needs a grandfather more than he needs a position as governor.”

  “Make no mistake,” said Sel. “Wiggin will be governor. He’ll be better than the Admiral and I ever were. But let’s make it happen as quickly and smoothly as possible. You set the example—treat him as governor and help him as much as you can.”

  “I will.”

  “So you can unpack that other bag, because you’re not going with me.”

  “Other bag?”

  “I’m not an idiot. Half the equipment I decided not to take, you’ve put into another pack, along with more food and an extra bedroll.”

  “I never thought you were an idiot. But I’m not so stupid I’d endanger the colony by sending both our lead xenobiologists on the same journey.”

  “So who’s the pack for?”

  “My son Po.”

  “I’ve always been bothered that you named him for an insanely romantic Chinese poet. Why nobody from Mayan history?”

  “All the characters in the Popol Vuh have numbers instead of names. He’s a sensible kid. Strong. If he had to, he could carry you back home.”

  “I’m not that old and wizened.”

  “He could do it,” said Ix. “But only if you’re alive. Otherwise, he’ll watch and record the process of decomposition, and then sample the microbes and worms that manage to feed on your old Earthborn corpse.”

  “Glad to see you still think like a scientist and not a sentimental fool.”

  “Po is good company.”

  “And he’ll allow me to carry enough equipment for the trip to be useful. While you stay here and play with the new stuff from the colony ship.”

  “And train the xenobiologists they’ve sent along. I’ll have plenty of work to do without babysitting the new governor.”

  “And Po’s mother is happy about his going with me?”

  “No,” said Ix. “But she knows he’d never speak to her again if she barred him from it. So we have her blessing. More or less.”

  “Then first thing in the morning, we’re off.”

  “Unless the new governor forbids you.”

  “His authority doesn’t begin until he sets foot on this planet. He isn’t even in orbit yet.”

  “Haven’t you looked at their manifest? They have four skimmers.”

  “If we need one, we’ll radio back for it. Otherwise, don’t tell them where we went.”

  “Good thing the Formics got rid of all the major predators on this planet.”

  “There’s no self-respecting predator would eat an old wad of gristle like this.”

  “I was thinking of my son.”

  “I’ll watch out for him.”

  That night, Sel went to bed early and then, as usual, got up to pee after only a few hours of sleep. He noticed that the ansible was blinking. Message.

  Not my problem.

  Well, that wasn’t true, was it? If Wiggin’s authority didn’t begin until he set foot on the planet, then Sel was still acting governor. So any messages from Earth, he had to receive.

  He sat down and signaled that he was ready to receive.

  There were two messages recorded. He played the first one. It consisted of the face of the Minister of Colonization, Graff, and his message was brief.

  “I know you’re planning to skip town before Wiggin gets there. Talk to Wiggin before you go. He won’t try to stop you, so relax.”

  That was it.

  The other message was from Wiggin. He really was fifteen, but his adult height was coming on him. He didn’t look like an actual child now. In the colony, teenagers his size were expected to do a man’s work. So maybe his work wouldn’t be as hard as Sel expected.

  “Please contact me by ansible as soon as you get this. We’re in radio distance, but I don’t want anyone else to be able to intercept the signal.”

  Sel toyed with the idea of turning the message over to Ix to answer, but decided against it. The point wasn’t to hide from Wiggin, was it? Only to leave the field clear for him.

  So he signaled his intention to make a connection. It took only a few minutes for Wiggin to appear. Now that the colony ship wasn’t traveling at a relativistic speed, there was no time differential, and therefore the ansible transmitted instantly. Not even the time lag of radio.

  “Governor Menach,” said Ender Wiggin.

  “Sir,” Sel replied.

  “When we got word that you were leaving, my first thought was to beg you to stay.”

  “I wonder who reported my plans?”

  “Everyone with access to the ansible,” said Wiggin. “They don’t want you to go. And I thought at first that they were right. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew that if I’ve got any brains, I’ll rely on the decision of the man who actually understands the situation on the ground.”

  “Good,” said Sel.

  “Your genetic work has been brilliant. The xenobiologists have been reviewing it ever since I woke them up. They were unanimous in praising the restrained way you adapted terrestrial plants and animals to the new environment. They are already working on following your example and using your techniques on the animals and plants we brought with us.”

  “On the manifest I saw a full range of beasts of burden as well as milk, wool, egg, and meat beasts.”

  “The Formics cleared out most of the larger indigenous animals. Within a few years we should be able to start filling those ecological niches.”

  “Ix Tolo has ongoing projects.”

  “Ix Tolo will remain the head xenobiologist, in your absence,” said Wiggin. “You have trained him to an exacting standard, and the xenos on this ship intend to learn from him. Though they’re hoping you’ll return soon. They want to meet you. You’re something of a hero to them. This is the only world that has non-Formiform flora and fauna. The other colonies have been working with the same genetic groups—this is the only world that posed unique challenges, so you had to do, alone, what all the other colonies were able to do cooperatively.”

  “Me and Darwin.”

  “Darwin had more help than you,” said Wiggin. “I hope you’ll keep your radio dormant instead of off. Because I want to be able to ask for your counsel, if I need it.”

  “You won’t.”

  “I’m fifteen, Governor Menach.”

  “You’re Ender Wiggin, sir.”

  Wiggin said nothing.

  “We soldiers who fought under you may be getting old, but we haven’t forgotten what you did.”

  “I gave orders in a nice, safe room far from any danger, and without a clue what I was actually doing. You were the ones who fought the war.”

  “Who builds the house, the architect or the bricklayer? It’s not an interesting question. You led us, sir. We destroyed the enemy. We lived to found this colony.”

  “And the human race will never again be tied to one world,” said Wiggin. “We all did our part. The two of us will continue to do whatever we can.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Please. Call me Andrew. When you return, I want us to be friends. If I have any skill, it’s knowing how to learn from the best teachers.”

  “If you call me Sel.”

  “I will.”

  “I’m going back to bed now. I have a lot of walking to do tomorrow.”

  “I can send a skimmer after you. So you don’t have to carry your supplies. It would increase your range.”

  “But then the old settlers will expect me to come back soon. They’ll be waiting for me instead of relying on you.”

  “I can’t pretend that we’re not able to track you and find you.”

  “But you can tell them that you’re showing me the respect of not trying. At my request.”

  “Yes,” said Ender. “I’ll do that.”

  There was little more to say. They signed off and Sel went back to bed. He slept easily. And, as usual, woke just when he wanted to—an hour before dawn.

  Po was waiting for him.

  “I already said good-bye to Mom and Dad,” he said.

  “Good,” said Sel.

  “Thanks for letting me come.”

  “Could I have stopped you?”

  “Yes,” said Po. “I won’t disobey you, Uncle Sel.”

  Sel nodded. “Good. Have you eaten?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let’s go. I won’t need to eat till noon.”

  You take a step, then another. That’s the journey. But to take a step with your eyes open is not a journey at all, it’s a remaking of your own mind. You see things that you never saw before. Things never seen by the eyes of human beings. And you see with your particular eyes, which were trained to see not just a plant, but this plant, filling this ecological niche, but with this and that difference.

  And when your eyes have been trained for forty years to be familiar with the patterns of a new world, then you are Antony van Leeuwenoek, who first saw the world of animalcules through a microscope; you are Carl Linnaeus, first sorting creatures into families, genera, species; you are Darwin, sorting lines of evolutionary passage from one species to another.

  So it was not a rapid journey. Sel had to force himself to move with any kind of haste.

  “Don’t let me linger so long over every new thing I see,” he told Po. “It would be too humiliating for my great expedition to take me only ten kilometers south of the colony. I must cross the first range of mountains, at least.”

  “And how will I keep you from lingering, when you have me photographing and sampling and storing and recording notes?”

  “Refuse to do it. Tell me to get my bony knees up off the ground and start walking.”

  “All my life I’m taught to obey my elders and watch and learn. I’m your assistant. Your apprentice.”