“Is this a therapy group?” asked Dink.

Vlad spoke up. “Of course it is. He wants us to reach the same conclusion he’s already reached.”

“Do you know what it is?” asked Graff.

Vlad took a breath. “Hyrum thinks that the reason we didn’t follow Bean the way we followed Ender was because we knew something about Bean that the rest of the world doesn’t know. And because of that, we’re likely to be willing to challenge him in battle, while the rest of the world would just give up and surrender to him because of his reputation. Isn’t that about it?”

Graff smiled benignly.

“But that’s stupid,” said Dumper. “Bean really is a good commander. I’ve seen him. Commanding his Rwandans in our campaign in Peru. It’s true that the Peruvian Army wasn’t well led or well trained, but those Rwandans—they worshipped Bean. They would have marched off a cliff if he asked them to. When he twitched, they sprang into action.”

“And your point is?” asked Dink.

“My point is,” said Dumper, “we didn’t follow him well, but other people do. Bean’s the real thing. He’s still the best of us.”

“I haven’t seen his Rwandans,” said Fly, “but I’ve seen him with the men he and Suriyawong trained. Back when the forces of the Hegemon were a hundred guys and two choppers. Dumper’s right. Alexander the Great couldn’t have had soldiers more devoted and more effective.”

“Thanks for the testimonials, boys,” said Bean, “but you’re missing Hyrum’s point.”

“‘Hyrum,’” muttered Dink. “Aren’t we cozy.”

“Just tell them,” said Bean. “They know it, but they don’t know that they know it.”

“You tell them,” said Graff.

“Is this a Chinese reeducation camp? Do we have to indulge in self-criticism?” Bean laughed bitterly. “It’s what Dink said right at the start. I’m not hungry. Which might seem stupid, considering I spent my whole infancy starving to death. But I’m not hungry for supremacy. And all of you are.”

“That’s the great secret of the tests,” said Graff. “Sister Carlotta gave the standard battery of tests we used. But there was an additional test. One that I gave, or one of my most trusted aides. A test of ambition. Competitive ambition. You all scored very, very high. Bean didn’t.”

“Bean’s not ambitious?”

“Bean wants victory,” said Graff. “He likes to win. He needs to win. But he doesn’t need to beat anybody.”

“We all cooperated with Ender,” said Carn. “We didn’t have to beat him.”

“But you knew he would lead you to victory. And in the meanwhile, you were all competing with each other. Except Bean.”

“Only because he was better than any of us. Why compete if you’ve won?” said Fly.

“If any one of you came up against Bean in battle, who would win?”

They rolled their eyes or chuckled or otherwise showed their derision for the question.

“That would depend,” said Carn Carby, “on the terrain, and the weather, and the sign of the zodiac. Nothing’s sure in war, is it?”