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"Yes," said Graff. "Battle School is for training future starship captains and commodores of flotillas andadmirals of the fleet.""Let's not have any deception herc!" Father said angrily. "How many of the boy's at the Battle School actuallyend up in command of ships!""Unfortunately, Mr. Wiggin, that is classified information. But I can say that none of our boys who makes itthrough the first year has ever failed to receive a commission as an officer. And none has served in a position oflower rank than chief executive officer of an interplanetary vessel. Even in the domestic defense forces withinour own solar system, there's honor to be had.""How many make it through the first year?" asked Ender."All who want to," said Graff.Ender almost said, I want to. But he held his tongue. This would keep him out of school, but that was stupid,that was just a problem for a few days. It would keep him away from Peter-- that was more important, that mightbe a matter of life itself. But to leave Mother and Father, and above all, to leave Valentine. And become asoldier. Ender didn't like fighting. He didn't like Peter's kind, the strong against the weak, and he didn't like hisown kind either, the smart against the stupid."I think," Graff said, "that Ender and I should have a private conversation.""No," Father said."I won't take him without letting you speak to him again," Graff said. "And you really can't stop me."Father glared at Graff a moment longer, then got up and left the room. Mother paused to squeeze Ender's hand.She closed the door behind her when she left.第 24 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网