Petra shrugged again. “I believe he means it to be. I haven’t seen him being vindictive. Or corrupt. He’s making sure that any nation that joins the FPE does it through the vote of the people, so nothing is being forced on them. That’s promising, isn’t it?”

“Armenia spent so many centuries yearning to have our own nation. Now we have it, but it seems the price of keeping it is to give it up.”

“Armenia will still be Armenia, Mother.”

“No, it won’t,” she said. “If Peter Wiggin wins everything he’s trying to win, then Armenia will be…Kansas.”

“Hardly!”

“We’ll all speak Common and if you go from Yerevan to Rostov or Ankara or Sofia, you won’t even know you’ve gone anywhere.”

“We all speak Common now. And there’ll never be a time you can’t tell Ankara from Yerevan.”

“You’re so sure.”

“I’m sure of a lot of things. And about half the time, I’m right.” She grinned at her mother, but her mother’s return smile wasn’t real.

“How did you do it?” asked Petra. “How did you give up your child?”

“You weren’t ‘given up,’” said Mother. “You were taken. Most of the time I managed to believe it was all for a good cause. The other times I cried. It wasn’t death because you were still alive. I was proud of you. I missed you. You were good company almost from your first word. But so ambitious!”

Petra smiled a little at that.

“You’re married now,” said Mother. “Ambition for yourself is over. It’s now ambition for your children.”

“I just want them to be happy.”

“That is something you can’t do for them. So don’t set that as your goal.”

“I don’t have a goal, Mother.”

“That’s nice. Then your heart will never break.”

Mother looked at her with a deadpan expression.

Petra laughed a little. “You know, when I’ve been away for a while, I forget that you know everything.”

Mother smiled. “Petra, I can’t save you from anything. But I want to. I would if I could. Does that help? To know that somebody wants you to be happy?”

“More than you know, Mother.”

She nodded. Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Going off into space. It feels like closing yourself in your own coffin. I know! But that’s how it feels to me. I just know that I’m going to lose you, as sure as death. You know it too. That’s why you’re out here saying good-bye to Yerevan?”

“To Earth, Mother. Yerevan’s the least of it.”

“Well, Yerevan won’t miss you. Cities never do. They go on and we don’t make any difference to them at all. That’s what I hate about cities.”

And that’s true of the human race, too, thought Petra. “I think it’s a good thing, that life goes on. Like water in a pail. Take some out, the rest fills in.”

“When it’s my child that’s gone, nothing fills in,” said Mother.

Petra knew that Mother was referring to the years that she spent without Petra, but what flashed into Petra’s mind was the six babies they still hadn’t found. The two ideas put together made the loss of those babies—if they even existed—too painful to contain. Petra began to cry. She hated crying.