"Nobody else is holding extra practices." "They are row, Ender. Now that you command another army, they don't want their boys practicing with you. Surely you can understand that. So they'll conduct their own practices." "I've alway's been in another army from them. They still sent their soldiers to me for training." "You weren't commander then." "You gave me a completely green army, Major Anderson, sir--" "You have quite a few veterans." "They aren't any good." "Nobody gets here without being brilliant, Ender. Make them good." "I needed Alai and Shen to--" "It's about time you grew up and did some things on your own, Ender. You don't need these other boys to hold your hand. You're a commander now. So kindly act like it, Ender." Ender walked past Anderson toward the battleroom. Then he stopped, turned, asked a question. "Since these evening practices are now regularly scheduled, does it mean I can use the hook?"

Did Anderson almost smile? No. Not a chance of that. "We'll see," he said. Ender turned his back and went on into the battleroom. Soon his army arrived, and no one else; either Anderson waited around to intercept anyone coming to Ender's practice eroup, or word had already passed through the whole school that Ender's informal evenings were through. It was a good practice, they accomplished a lot, but at the end of it Ender was tired and lonely. There was a half hour before bedtime. He couldn't go into his army's barracks -he had long since learned that the best commanders stay away unless they have some reason to visit. The boy's have to have a chance to be at peace, at rest, without someone listening to favor or despise them depending on the way they talk and act and think.

So he wandered to the game room, where a few other boys were using the last half hour before final bell to settle bets or beat their previous scores on the games. None of the games looked interesting, but he played one anyway, an easy animated game designed for Launchies. Bored, he ignored the objectives of the game and used the little player-figure, a bear, to explore the animated scenery around him. "You'll never win that way." Ender smiled, "Missed you at practice, Alai." "I was there. But they had your army in a separate place. Looks like you're big time now, can't play with the little boys anymore." "You're a full cubit taller than I am." "Cubit! Has God been telling you to build a boat or something? Or are you in an archaic mood?" "Not archaic, just arcane. Secret, subtle, roundabout. I miss you already, you circumcised dog." "Don't you know? We're enemies now. Next time I meet you in battle, I'll whip your ass."

It was banter, as always, but now there was too much truth behind it. Now when Ender heard Alai talk as if it were all a joke, he felt the pain of losing a friend, and the worse pain of wondering if Alai really felt as little pain as he showed. "You can try," said Ender. "I taught you everything you know. But I didn't teach you everything I know." "I knew all along that you were holding something back, Ender. A pause. Ender's bear was in trouble on the screen. He climbed a tree. "I wasn't, Alai. Holding anything back." "I know." said Alai. "Neither was I."