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"What you're forgetting," said Ender, "is that I'm not here as a scientist to study them. I'm here as an ambassador to make a treaty with them."
Just as quickly as they started, the wives fell silent. Shouter emerged from her house and walked to the middle of the clearing to stand very near to the huge central tree. She sang.
Human answered her--in Brothers' Language. Ouanda murmured a rough translation. "He's telling her what you said, about coming as equals."
Again the wives erupted in cacophonous song.
"How do you think they'll respond?" asked Ela.
"How could I know?" asked Ouanda. "I've been here exactly as often as you."
"I think they'll understand it and let me in on those terms," said Ender.
"Why do you think that?" asked Ouanda.
"Because I came out of the sky. Because I'm the Speaker for the Dead."
"Don't start thinking you're a great white god," said Ouanda. "It usually doesn't work out very well."
"I'm not Pizarro," said Ender.
In his ear Jane murmured, "I'm beginning to make some sense out of the Wives' Language. The basics of the Males' Language were in Pipo's and Libo's notes. Human's translations are very helpful. The Wives' Language is closely related to Males' Language, except that it seems more archaic--closer to the roots, more old forms--and all the female-to-male forms are in the imperative voice, while the male-to-female forms are in the supplicative. The female word for the brothers seems to be related to the male word for macio, the tree worm. If this is the language of love, it's a wonder they manage to reproduce at all."
Ender smiled. It was good to hear Jane speak to him again, good to know he would have her help.
He realized that Mandachuva had been asking Ouanda a question, for now he heard her whispered answer. "He's listening to the jewel in his ear."
"Is it the hive queen?" asked Mandachuva.
"No," said Ouanda. "It's a . . ." She struggled to find a word. "It's a computer. A machine with a voice."
"Can I have one?" asked Mandachuva.
"Someday," Ender answered, saving Ouanda the trouble of trying to figure out how to answer.
The wives fell silent, and again Shouter's voice was alone. Immediately the males became agitated, bouncing up and down on their toes.
Jane whispered in his ear. "She's speaking Males' Language herself," she said.
"Very great day," said Arrow quietly. "The wives speaking Males' Language in this place. Never happened before."
"She invites you to come in," said Human. "As a sister to a brother she invites you."
Immediately Ender walked into the clearing and approached her directly. Even though she was taller than the males, she was still a good fifty centimeters shorter than Ender, so he fell to his knees at once. They were eye to eye.
"I am grateful for your kindness to me," said Ender.
"I could say that in Wives' Language," Human said.
"Say it in your language anyway," said Ender.
He did. Shouter reached out a hand and touched the smooth skin of his forehead, the rough stubble of his jaw; she pressed a finger against his lip, and he closed his eyes but did not flinch as she laid a delicate finger on his eyelid.
She spoke. "You are the holy Speaker?" translated Human. Jane corrected the translation. "He added the word holy."
Ender looked Human in the eye. "I am not holy," he said.
Human went rigid.
