"A momentary thing, for most of them," said Bosquinha. "They'll forget it by morning."
Ender was annoyed that she was trivializing it. "Only if something monumental happens in the night," he said.
"Yes. Well, that has been arranged."
Only then did Ender realize that she was extremely upset, barely under control at all. He took her by the elbow and then cast an arm over her shoulder; she leaned gratefully.
"Speaker, I came to apologize. Your starship has been commandeered by Starways Congress. It has nothing to do with you. A crime was committed here, a crime so--terrible--that the criminals must be taken to the nearest world, Trondheim, for trial and punishment. Your ship."
Ender reflected for a moment. "Miro and Ouanda."
She turned her head, looked at him sharply. "You are not surprised."
"I also won't let them go."
Bosquinha pulled herself away from him. "Won't let them?"
"I have some idea what they're charged with."
"You've been here four days, and you already know something that even I never suspected?"
"Sometimes the government is the last to know."
"Let me tell you why you will let them go, why we'll all let them go to stand trial. Because Congress has stripped our files. The computer memory is empty except for the most rudimentary programs that control our power supply, our water, our sewer. Tomorrow no work can be done because we haven't enough power to run any of the factories, to work in the mines, to power the tractors. I have been removed from office. I am now nothing more than the deputy chief of police, to see that the directives of the Lusitanian Evacuation Committee are carried out."
"Evacuation?"
"The colony's license has been revoked. They're sending starships to take us all away. Every sign of human habitation here is to be removed. Even the gravestones that mark our dead."
Ender tried to measure her response. He had not thought Bosquinha was the kind who would bow to mindless authority. "Do you intend to submit to this?"
"The power and water supplies are controlled by ansible. They also control the fence. They can shut us in here without power or water or sewers, and we can't get out. Once Miro and Ouanda are aboard your starship, headed for Trondheim, they say that some of the restrictions will be relaxed." She sighed. "Oh, Speaker, I'm afraid this isn't a good time to be a tourist in Lusitania."
"I'm not a tourist." He didn't bother telling her his suspicion that it might not be pure coincidence, Congress noticing the Questionable Activities when Ender happened to be there. "Were you able to save any of your files?"
Bosquinha sighed. "By imposing on you, I'm afraid. I noticed that all your files were maintained by ansible, offworld. We sent our most crucial files as messages to you."
Ender laughed. "Good, that's right, that was well done."
"It doesn't matter. We can't get them back. Or, well, yes, we can, but they'll notice it at once and then you'll be in just as much trouble as the rest of us. And they'll wipe out everything then."
"Unless you sever the ansible connection immediately after copying all my files to local memory."
"Then we really would be in rebellion. And for what?"
"For the chance to make Lusitania the best and most important of the Hundred Worlds."
Bosquinha laughed. "I think they'll regard us as important, but treason is hardly the way to be known as the best."
"Please. Don't do anything. Don't arrest Miro and Ouanda. Wait for an hour and let me meet with you and anyone else who needs to be in on the decision."
"The decision whether or not to rebel? I can't think why you should be in on that decision, Speaker."
"You'll understand at the meeting. Please, this place is too important for the chance to be missed."
"The chance for what?"
"To undo what Ender did in the Xenocide three thousand years ago."