"I'll restore the hive
queen. You'll have to make your own covenant with her. She doesn't obey human law."
"You promise to restore the hive queen, whether she helps us or not."
"Yes."
"You promise to obey our law when you come into our forest. And you agree that the prairie land that we need will also be under our law."
"Yes."
"And you will go to war against all the other humans in all the stars of the sky to protect us and let us also travel in the stars?"
"We already have."
Human relaxed, stepped back, squatted in his old position. He drew with his finger in the dirt. "Now, what you want from us," said Human. "We will obey human law in your city, and also in the prairie land that you need."
"Yes," said Ender.
"And you don't want us to go to war," said Human.
"That's right."
"And that's all?"
"One more thing," said Ender.
"What you ask is already impossible," said Human. "You might as well ask more."
"The third life," said Ender. "When does it begin? When you kill a piggy and he grows into a tree, is that right?"
"The first life is within the mothertree, where we never see the light, and where we eat blindly the meat of our mother's body and the sap of the mothertree. The second life is when we live in the shade of the forest, the half-light, running and walking and climbing, seeing and singing and talking, making with our hands. The third life is when we reach and drink from the sun, in the full light at last, never moving except in the wind; only to think, and on those certain days when the brothers drum on your trunk, to speak to them. Yes, that's the third life."
"Humans don't have the third life."
Human looked at him, puzzled.
"When we die, even if you plant us, nothing grows. There's no tree. We never drink from the sun. When we die, we're dead."
Human looked at Ouanda. "But the other book you gave us. It talked all the time about living after death and being born again."
"Not as a tree," said Ender. "Not as anything you can touch or feel. Or talk to. Or get answers from."
"I don't believe you," said Human. "If that's true, why did Pipo and Libo make us plant them?"
Novinha knelt down beside Ender, touching him--no, leaning on him--so she could hear more clearly.
"How did they make you plant them?" said Ender.
"They made the great gift, won the great honor. The human and the piggy together. Pipo and Mandachuva. Libo and Leaf-eater. Mandachuva and Leaf-eater both thought that they would win the third life, but each time, Pipo and Libo would not. They insisted on keeping the gift for themselves. Why would they do that, if humans have no third life?"
Novinha's voice came then, husky and emotional. "What did they have to do, to give the third life to Mandachuva or Leaf-eater?"
"Plant them, of course," said Human. "The same as today."
"The same as what today?" asked Ender.
"You and me," said Human. "Human and the Speaker for the Dead. If we make this covenant so that the wives and the humans agree together, then this is a great, a noble day. So either you will give me the third life, or I will give it to you."