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can post a guard outside his door.""Or post a guard outside another door and pretend that it's his.""Whatever."They went away. Ender slept again.***Time passed without touching Ender, except with glancing blows. Once he awoke for a few minutes withsomething pressing his hand, pushing downward on it, with a dull, insistent pain. He reached over and touched it;it was a needle passing into a vein. He tried to pull it out, but it was taped on and he was too weak. Another timehe awoke in darkness to hear people near him murmuring and cursing. His ears were ringing with the loud noisethat had awakened him; he did not remember the noise. "Get the lights on," someone said. And another time hethought he heard someone crying softly near him.It might have been a single day; it might have been a week; from his dreams, it could have been months. Heseemed to pass through lifetimes in his dreams. Through the Giant's Drink again, past the wolf-children, relivingthe terrible deaths, the constant murders; he heard a voice whispering in the forest, You had to kill the children toget to the End of the World. And he tried to answer. I never wanted to kill anybody. Nobody ever asked me if Iwanted to kill anybody. But the forest laughed at him. And when he leapt from the cliff at the End of the World,sometimes it was not clouds that caught him, but a fighter that carried him to a vantage point near the surface ofthe buggers' world, so he could watch, over and over, the eruption of death when Dr. Device set off a reaction onthe planet's face; then closer and closer, until he could watch individual buggers explode, turn to light, thencollapse into a pile of dirt before his eyes. And the queen, surrounded by infants; only the queen was Mother, andthe infants were Valentine and all the children he had known in Battle School. One of them had Bonzo's face,and he lay there bleeding through the eyes and nose, saying, You have no honor. And always the dream endedwith a mirror or a pool of water or the metal surface of ship, something that would reflect his face back to him.At first it was always Peter's face, with blood and a snake's tail coming from the mouth. After a while, though,it began to be his own face, old and sad, with eyes that grieved for a billion, billion murders -- but they were hisown eyes, and he was content to wear them.第 314 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网