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He had to get this army ready now. He was early at being a commander, and the teachers were changing the rules now, not letting him trade, giving him no top-notch veterans. There was no guarantee that they'd give him the usual three months to get his army together before sending them into battle.
At least in the evenings he'd have Alai and Shen to help him train his new boys.
He was still in the corridor leading out of the battleroom when he found himself face to face with little Bean. Bean looked angry. Ender didn't want problems right now.
"Ho, Bean."
"Ho, Ender."
Pause.
"*Sir*," Ender said softly.
"I know what you're doing, Ender, sir, and I'm warning you." "Warning me?"
"I can be the best man you've got, but don't play games with me."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll be the worst man you've got. One or the other,"
"And what do you want, love and kisses?" Ender was getting angry now. Bean looked unworried. "I want a toon."
Ender walked back to him and stood looking down into his eyes. "Why should you get a toon?"
"Because I'd know what to do with it."
"Knowing what to do with a toon is easy," Ender said. "It's getting them to do it that's hard. Why would any soldier want to follow a little pinprick like you?"
"They used to call you that, I hear. I hear Bonzo Madrid still does." "I asked you a question, soldier."
"I'll earn their respect, if you don't stop me."