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I'll never kill you. Ender's thought came like a whisper, almost drowned out in the hive queen's pleading.
We couldn't kill you anyway, thought Valentine. It's you who could easily kill us. Once you build your starships. Your weapons. You could be ready for the human fleet. Ender isn't commanding them this time.
<Never. Never kill anybody. Never we promised.>
Peace, came Ender's whisper. Peace. Be at peace, calm, quiet, rest. Fear nothing. Fear no man.
Don't build a ship for the piggies, thought Valentine. Build a ship for yourself, because you can kill the descolada you carry. But not for them.
The hive queen's thoughts abruptly changed from pleading to harsh rebuke.
<Don't they also have a right to live? I promised them a ship. I promised you never to kill. Do you want me to break promises?>
No, thought Valentine. She was already ashamed of herself for having suggested such a betrayal. Or were those the hive queen's feelings? Or Ender's? Was she really sure which thoughts and feelings were her own, and which were someone else's?
The fear she felt-- it was her own, she was almost certain of that. "Please," she said. "I want to leave."
"Eu tambem," said Miro.
Ender took a single step toward the hive queen, reached out a hand toward her. She didn't extend her arms-- she was using them to jam the last of her sacrifices into the egg chamber. Instead the queen raised a wing-cover, rotated it, moved it toward Ender until at last his hand rested on the black rainbow surface.
Don't touch it! cried Valentine silently. She'll capture you! She wants to tame you!
"Hush," said Ender aloud.
Valentine wasn't sure whether he was speaking in answer to her silent cries, or was trying to silence something the hive queen was saying only to him. It didn't matter. Within moments Ender had hold of a bugger's finger and was leading them back into the dark tunnel. This time he had Valentine second, Miro third, and Plikt bringing up the rear. So that it was Plikt: who cast the last look backward toward the hive queen; it was Plikt who raised her hand in farewell.