"Salaam," said Alai.
"Salaam," said Petra.
"Stone girl," he said.
"Hi," she said. The old joke between them, him punning on the meaning of her name in the original Greek, her punning on the jai of jai alai.
"I'm glad you're safe," he said.
"Your life has changed since you regained your freedom."
"And yours, too," said Alai. "Married now."
"A good Catholic wedding."
"You should have invited me," he said.
"You couldn't have come," she said.
"No," he agreed. "But I would have wished you well."
"Instead you have done well by us when we needed it most."
"I'm sorry that I did nothing to protect the other...children. But I didn't know about them in time. And I assumed that Bean and you would have had enough security...no, no, please, I'm sorry, I'm reminding you of pain instead of soothing you."
She sank down and sat on the ground before his throne, and he leaned over to gather her into his arms. She rested her head and arms on his lap, and he stroked her hair. "When we were children, playing the greatest computer game in the world, we had no idea."
"We were saving the world."
"And now we're creating the world we saved."
"Not me," said Petra. "I'm no longer a player."
"Are any of us players?" said Alai. "Or are we only the pieces moved in someone else's game?"
"Inshallah," said Petra.
She had rather expected Alai to chuckle, but he only nodded. "Yes, that is our belief, that all that happens comes from the will of God. But I think it is not your belief."
"No, we Christians have to guess the will of God and try to bring it to pass."
"It feels the same, when things are happening," said Alai. "Sometimes you think that you're in control, because you make things change by your own choices. And then something happens that sweeps all your plans away as if they were nothing, just pieces on a chessboard."
"Shadows that children make on the wall," said Petra, "and someone turns the light off."
"Or turns a brighter one on," said Alai, "and the shadows disappear."
"Alai," said Petra, "will you let us go again? I know your secret."
"Yes, I'll let you go," said Alai. "The secret can't be kept for long. Too many people know it already."
"We would never tell."
"I know," said Alai. "Because we were once in Ender's jeesh. But I'm in another jeesh now. I stand at the head of it, because they asked me to do it, because they said God had chosen me. I don't know about that. I don't hear the voice of God, I don't feel his power inside me. But they come to me with their plans, their questions, the conflicts between nations, and I offer suggestions. And they take them. And things work out. So far at least, they've always worked. So perhaps I am chosen by God."
"Or you're very clever."
"Or very lucky." Alai looked at his hands. "Still, it's better to believe that some high purpose guides our steps than to think that nothing matters except our own small miseries and happinesses."