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"It's like a giant died here," said Abra, "and the Earth grew up to cover his carcass,"
Now Ender knew why it had looked familiar. The Giant's corpse. He had played here too many times as a child not to know this place. But it was not possible. The computer in the Battle School could not possibly have seen this place. He looked through his binoculars in a direction he knew well, fearing and hoping that he would see what belonged in that place.
Swings and slides. Monkey bars. Now overgrown, but the shapes still unmistakable.
"Somebody had to have built this," Abra said, "Look, this skull place, it's not rock, look at it. This is concrete."
"I know," said Ender. "They built it for me."
"What?"
"I know this place, Abra. The buggers built it for me." "The buggers were all dead fifty years before we got here."
"You're right, it's impossible, but I know what I know. Abra, I shouldn't take you with me. It might be dangerous. If they knew me well enough to build this place, they might be planning to--"
"To get even with you."
"For killing them."
"So don't go, Ender. Don't do what they want you to do."
"lf they want to get revenge, Abra, I don't mind. But perhaps they don't. Perhaps this is the closest they could come to talking. To writing me a note."
"They didn't know how to read and write."
"Maybe they were learning when they died."
"Well, I'm sure as hell not sticking around here if you're taking off somewhere. I'm going with you."
"No. You're too young to take the risk of--"
"Come on! You're Ender Wiggin. Don't tell me what eleven-year-old kids can do!"