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She smiles. She says his name.
Ender Wiggin, my precious.
Ah be jane..
‘Ender,’ she whispered. Was it day or night on Lusitania? Was he awake or asleep? For Jane, to ask a question was either to know or not-know. So she knew at once that it was night. Ender had been asleep, but now he was awake; he was still attuned to her voice, she realized, even though many silences had passed between them in the past thirty years.
‘Jane,’ he whispered.
Beside him, his wife Novinha stirred in her sleep. Jane heard her, felt the vibration of her movement, saw the changing shadows through the sensor that Ender wore in his ear. It was good that Jane had not yet learned to feel jealousy, or she might have hated Novinha for lying there, a warm body beside Ender’s own. But Novinha, being human, was gifted at jealousy, and Jane knew how Novinha seethed whenever she saw Ender speaking to the woman who lived in the jewel in his ear. ‘Hush,’ said Jane. ‘Don’t wake people up.’
The poet Li Qing-jao knew the pain of regretting words that have already fallen from our lips and can never be called back. But she was wise enough to remember that even though those words are gone, there are still new words waiting to be said, like the pear blossoms.
Qing-jao aydınlanma yaşadı
All his work to persuade people that the government was wrong to send the Lusitania Fleet, and now the fleet has stopped, just as Demosthenes wanted.
Just as Demosthenes wanted. For the first time, Qing-jao made a mental connection that was so obvious she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before.
Therefore it must be that Qing-jao was not being punished for simply hearing the treasonous opinions of the people. No, Qing-jao had to purify herself because, in her heart of hearts, some part of her must believe those opinions.
‘Now must I hear you tell me that the gods themselves are unfair?’
‘They are, if they punish you for other people’s words!’