“By ‘win,’” said Rackham, “I mean, we want him to help you get into a position where your victory is inevitable, given your abilities. Right now, you could be stopped by all kinds of chance events. Having Bean increases your power and influence. Another thing that would help is if we could get the rest of the Jeesh off this planet. If we’ve removed from the board all the pieces that could challenge you—if, in effect, you’re the queen in a game of knights and bishops—then you won’t need Bean anymore.”

“I’ll need somebody,” said Peter. “I’m not trained for war the way these Battle School kids were. And as you said, I’m not the kind of guy that soldiers want to die for.”

Rackham leaned forward. “Peter, tell us what you’re planning.”

“I’m not planning anything,” said Peter. “I’m simply waiting. When I met Virlomi, I realized that she was the key to everything. She’s volatile, she’s powerful, and she’s drunk. I knew that she’d do something destabilizing. Something that would break things apart.”

“So you think the war between India and China will happen? And that Alai’s Muslim League will be drawn into it?”

“That’s possible,” said Peter. “I hope it won’t happen.”

“But if it does, you’ll be poised to attack Alai when his forces are tied up fighting China.”

“No,” said Peter.

“No?”

“We’re not going to attack anybody,” he said.

“Then…what?” said Rackham. “Whoever emerges from that war—”

“I don’t think that war’s going to amount to much,” said Peter, “if it happens at all. But if it does happen, then both sides will be weakened by it. There’s no shortage of ambitious nations ready to step in and pick up the pieces.”

“So what do you think is going to happen?”

“I don’t know,” said Peter. “I wish you’d believe me. There’s only one thing I’m sure of. Alai’s and Virlomi’s marriage is doomed. And if you want either or both of them to command any of your precious colonies, you’d better make sure you’re ready to get them off planet fast.”

“Are you planning something?” asked Rackham.

“No! Aren’t you listening? I’m watching the whole damn thing just like you are! I’ve already played my cards—making the Muslim leadership suspicious of my intentions. Provoking them. Plus a little quiet diplomacy.”

“With whom?”

“With Russia,” said Peter.

“You’re trying to get them to join with you in attacking Alai? Or China?”

“No, no, no,” said Peter. “If I tried anything like that, word would get out, and then what Muslim nation would ever, ever join the FPE?”

“So what are you doing with your diplomacy?”

“Begging the Russians to stay out of it.”

“In other words, pointing out the opportunity and telling them that you’re not going to interfere in any way.”

“Yes,” said Peter.

“Politics is so…indirect.”

“That’s why conquerors rarely make great rulers.”

“And great rulers are rarely conquerors.”

“You closed the door on my becoming a conqueror,” said Peter. “So if I’m to be the ruler of the world—a good one—then I have to win that position in such a way as not to have to keep killing people in order to stay in power. It does the world no good if everything depends on me, if it all collapses when I die. I need to build this thing piece by piece, bit by bit, with powerful institutions that have their own momentum, so that it will make very little difference who’s at the head. It’s what I learned from growing up in America. It was a nation created out of nothing—nothing but a set of ideals that they never measured up to. Now and then they had great leaders, but usually nothing but political hacks, and I mean right from the start. Washington was great, but Adams was paranoid and lazy, and Jefferson was as vile a scheming politician as a nation has ever been cursed with. I learned a lot from him about destroying your enemies with demagoguery conducted under pseudonyms.”