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"When did you hear about the death of the xenologer?"
Ender turned. It was Plikt. She had followed him instead of going back to the Caves, where the students lived.
"Then, while we spoke." He touched his ear; implanted terminals were expensive, but they were not all that rare.
"I checked the news just before class. There was nothing about it then. If a major story had been coming in by ansible, there would have been an alert. Unless you got the news straight from the ansible report."
Plikt obviously thought she had a mystery on her hands. And, in fact, she did. "Speakers have high priority access to public information," he said.
"Has someone asked you to Speak the death of the xenologer?"
He shook his head. "Lusitania is under a Catholic License."
"That's what I mean," she said. "They won't have a Speaker of their own there. But they still have to let a Speaker come, if someone requests it. And Trondheim is the closest world to Lusitania."
"Nobody's called for a Speaker."
Plikt tugged at his sleeve. "Why are you here?"
"You know why I came. I Spoke the death of Wutan."
"I know you came here with your sister, Valentine. She's a much more popular teacher than you are-- she answers questions with answers; you just answer with more questions."
"That's because she knows some answers."
"Speaker, you have to tell me. I tried to find out about you-- I was curious. Your name, for one thing, where you came from. Everything's classified. Classified so deep that I can't even find out what the access level is. God himself couldn't look up your life story."
Ender took her by the shoulders, looked down into her eyes. "It's none of your business, that's what the access level is."
"You are more important than anybody guesses, Speaker," she said. "The ansible reports to you before it reports to anybody, doesn't it? And nobody can look up information about you."
"Nobody has ever tried. Why you?" "I want to be a Speaker," she said.