He placed himself at the very end of the line and bowed himself to the dust. He did not move forward when the line moved forward. Every Indian he allowed to pass in front of him. And when dusk came and Virlomi wept and said good-bye to all, he did not go.

The aides did not come to him. Instead, Virlomi emerged from the hut and walked to him in the darkness, carrying a lamp.

“Get up,” she said to him. “You’re a fool to come here unescorted.”

He stood up. “So I was recognized?”

“Could you have possibly looked more Chinese?”

“Rumors are flying?”

“But we’re keeping them off the nets. For now. By morning, there’s no controlling it.”

“I came to ask you to marry me,” said Han.

“I’m older than you,” said Virlomi. “And you’re the emperor of China.”

“I thought that was one of my best features,” said Han.

“Your country conquered mine.”

“But I didn’t. I gave the captives back and as soon as you say the word, I’ll come here in state and get down on my knees in front of you—again—and apologize to you on behalf of the Chinese people. Marry me.”

“What in the world do relations between our nations have to do with sharing a bed with a boy that I didn’t have all that high an opinion of in Battle School?”

“Virlomi,” said Han, “we can destroy each other as rivals. Or we can unite and together we’ll have more than half the population of the world.”

“How could it work? The Indian people will never follow you. The Chinese people will never follow me.”

“It worked for Ferdinand and Isabella.”

“Only because they were fighting the Moors. And Isabella and her people had to fight to keep Ferdinand from trampling on her rights as Queen of Castile.”

“So we’ll do even better,” said Han. “Everything you’ve done has been flawless.”

“As a good friend recently reminded me, it’s easy to win when you’re opposed by idiots.”

“Virlomi,” said Han.

“Now are you going to tell me that you love me?”

“But I do,” said Han. “And you know why. Because all of us who were chosen for Battle School, there’s only one thing we love and one thing we respect: We love brilliance and we respect power. You’ve created power out of nothing.”

“I’ve created power out of the love and trust of my people.”

“I love you, Virlomi.”

“Love me…and yet you think that you’re my superior.”

“Superior? I’ve never led armies in battle. You have.”

“You were in Ender’s Jeesh,” said Virlomi. “I wasn’t. You’ll always think I’m less than you because of that.”

“Are you really telling me no? Or merely to try harder or come up with better reasons or prove my worth in some other way.”

“I’m not going to set you to a series of lovers’ tests,” said Virlomi. “This isn’t a fairy tale. My answer is no. Now and always. The dragon and the tiger don’t have to be enemies, but how can a mammal and an egg-laying reptile ever possibly mate?”