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Thats how they think of me, too. Teacher. Legendary soldier. Not one of them. Not someone that you embraceand whisper Salaam in his ear. That only lasted while Ender still seemed a victim. Still seemed vulnerable. Nowhe was the master soldier, and he was completely, utterly alone.Feel sorry for yourself, Ender. He typed the words on his desk as he lay on his bunk. POOR ENDER. Then helaughed at himself and cleared away the words. Not a boy or girl in this school who wouldn't he glad to tradeplaces with me.He called up the fantasy game. He walked as he often did through the village that the dwarves had built in thehill made by the Giant's corpse. It was easy to build sturdy walls, with the ribs already curved just right, justenough space between them to leave windows. The whole corpse was cut into apartments, opening onto the pathdown the Giant's spine, The public amphitheatre was carved into the pelvic bowl, and the common herd ofponies was pastured between the Giant's legs. Ender was never sure what the dwarves were doing as they wentabout their business, but they left him alone as he picked his way through the village, and in return he did themno harm either.He vaulted the pelvic bone at the base of the public square, and walked through the pasture. The ponies shiedaway from him. He did not pursue them. Ender did not understand how the game functioned anymore. In the olddays, before he had first gone to the End of the World, everything was combat and puzzles to solve defeat theenemy before he kills you, or figure out how to get past the obstacle. Now, though, no one attacked, there was nowar, and wherever he went, there was no obstacle at all.Except, of course, in the room in the castle at the End of the World. It was the one dangerous place left. AndEnder, however often he vowed that he would not, always went back there, always killed the snake, alwayslooked his brother in the face, and always, no matter what he did next, died.It was no different this time. He tried to use the knife on the table to pry through the mortar and pull out a stonefrom the wall. As soon as he breached the seal of the mortar, water began to gush in through the crack, and Enderwatched his death as his figure, now out of his control, struggled madly to stay alive, to keep from drowning.The windows of his room were gone, the water rose, and his figure drowned. All the while, the face of PeterWiggin in the mirror stayed and looked at him.第 148 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网