Petra herself had only had a couple about her, and they were both of the “great women” or “role models for girls” variety, not serious scholarship. Which bothered Peter, because he knew what they seemed to neglect—that after all the other members of Ender’s Jeesh left Earth and went out to the colonies, she stayed and ran the FPE defense ministry for almost thirty years, until the position became more of a police department than anything else and she insisted on retiring to play with the grandchildren.

She was there for everything, Peter said to her when he was griping about this. “You were Ender’s and Bean’s friend in Battle School—you taught Ender how to shoot, for heaven’s sake. You were in his Jeesh—”

But at those points Petra would shush him. “I don’t want those stories told,” she said. “I wouldn’t come off very well if the truth came out.”

Peter didn’t believe it. And you could skip all of that and start when she returned to Earth and…wasn’t it Petra who, when the Jeesh was almost all kidnapped, found a way to get a message out to Bean? Wasn’t she the one who knew Achilles better than anybody that he didn’t succeed in killing? She was one of the great military leaders of all time, and she also married Julian Delphiki, the Giant of legend, and then Peter the Hegemon, another legend, and on top of all that raised five of the children she had with Bean and five more that she had with Peter.

And no biography. So why should he complain that there were dozens about him and every one of them got simple, obvious things wrong, things that you could actually check, let alone the more arcane things like motive and secret agreements and…

And then Valentine’s book on the Bugger wars started to come out, volume by volume. One on the first invasion, two on the second—the one Mazer Rackham won. Then four volumes on the Third Invasion, the one that Ender and his Jeesh fought and won from what they thought was a training game on the asteroid Eros. One whole volume was about the development of Battle School—short biographies of dozens of children who were pivotal to the improvements in the school that eventually led to truly effective training and the legendary Battle Room games.

Peter saw what she wrote about Graff and Rackham and about the kids in Ender’s Jeesh—including Petra—and even though he knew part of her insight came from having Ender right there with her in Shakespeare colony, the real source of the book’s excellence was her own keen self-questioning. She did not find “themes” and impose them on the history. Things happened, and they were connected to each other, but when a motive was unknowable, she didn’t pretend to know it. Yet she understood human beings.

Even the awful ones, she seemed to love.

So he thought: Too bad she isn’t here to write a biography of Petra.