“And you think that’s Peter?”

“We do,” said Rackham. “I do.”

“As long as you understand that Peter won’t do a thing I say, won’t listen to me or anyone, and will go on making idiotic mistakes that I can’t prevent, then…yes. I’ll help him, as much as he’ll let me.”

“That’s all we ask.”

“But I’ll still give my first priority to finding my children.”

“How about this,” said Rackham. “How about if we tell you where Volescu is?”

“You know?”

“He’s in one of our safe houses,” said Rackham.

“He accepted the protection of the I.F.?”

“He thinks it’s part of Achilles’s old network.”

“Is it?”

“Somebody had to take over his assets.”

“Somebody could only do that if they knew where his assets were.”

“Who do you think maintains all the communications satellites?” asked Rackham.

“So the I.F. is spying on Earth.”

“Just as a mother spies on her children at play in the yard.”

“Good to know you’re looking out for us, Mummy.”

Rackham leaned foward. “Bean, we make our plans, but we know we might fail. Ultimately, it all comes down to this. We’ve seen human beings at their best, and we think our species is worth saving.”

“Even if you have to have the help of non-humans like me.”

“Bean, when I spoke of human beings at their best, whom do you think I was talking about?”

“Ender Wiggin,” said Bean.

“And Julian Delphiki,” said Rackham. “The other little boy we trusted to save the world.”

Bean shook his head and stood up. “Not so little now,” said Bean. “And dying. But I’ll take your offer because it gives me a hope for my little family. And apart from that, I have no hope at all. Tell me where Volescu is, and I’ll go see him.”

“You’ll have to secure him yourself,” said Rackham. “We can’t have I.F. agents involved.”

“Give me the address and I’ll do the rest.”

Bean ducked again to leave the room. And he was trembling as he walked through the park, back toward his office in the Hegemony compound. Huge armies prepared to clash, in a struggle for supremacy. And off to one side, not even on the surface of Earth, there were a handful of men who intended to turn those armies to their own purposes.

They were Archimedes, preparing to move the Earth because they finally had a lever big enough.

I’m the lever.

And I’m not as big as they think I am. Not as big as I seem. It can’t be done.

Yet it might just be worth doing.

So I’ll let them use me to try to pry the world of men loose from its age-old path of competition and war.

And I’ll use them to try to save my life and the lives of my children who share my disease.

And the chance of both projects succeeding is so slim that the odds are much better of the Earth being hit by a disastrously huge meteor first.