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Even when he heard them come into the bathroom he paid no attention. He was letting the water pour over hishead, over his body; the muffled sound of footsteps was hardly noticeable. Maybe lunch was over, he thought.He started to soap himself again. Maybe somebody finished practice late.And maybe not. He turned around, There were seven of them, leaning back against the metal sinks or standingcloser to the showers, watching him. Bonzo stood in front of them, Many were smiling, the condescending leerof the hunter for his cornered victim. Bonzo was not smiling, however."Ho," Ender said,Nobody answered.So Ender turned off the shower even though there was still soap on him, and reached for his towel. It wasn'tthere. One of the boys was holding it. It was Bernard. All it would take for the picture to be complete was forStilson and Peter to be there, too. They needed Peter's smile; they needed Stilson's obvious stupidity.Ender recognized the towel as their opening point. Nothing would make him look weaker than to chase nakedafter the towel. That was what they wanted, to humiliate him, to break him down. He wasn't going to play. Herefused to feel weak because he was wet and cold and unclothed. He stood strongly, facing them, his arms at hissides. He fastened his gaze on Bnnzo."Your move," Ender said,"This is no game," said Bernard. "We're tired of you, Ender. You graduate today. On ice."Ender did not look at Bernard. It was Bonzo who hungered for his death, even though he was silent. The otherswere along for the ride, daring themselves to see how far they might go. Bonzo knew how far he would go."Bonzo," Ender said softly. "Your father would be proud of you."第 218 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网