"He's not Hegemon yet," said Carlotta.
"He got seven of Ender's jeesh released, just by publishing a column. He has influence. He has ambition. And now to learn he has humility--well, it's just too much for me."
"Laugh all you want. Let's go out and find a cab."
There was no last-minute business to take care of. They had paid cash for everything, owed nothing. They could walk away.
They lived on money drawn from accounts Graff had set up for them. There was nothing about the account Bean was using now to tag it as belonging to Julian Delphiki. It held his military salary, including his combat and retirement bonuses. The I.F. had given all of Ender's jeesh very large trust funds that they couldn't touch till they came of age. The saved-up pay and bonuses were just to tide them over during their childhood. Graff had assured him that he would not run out of money while he was in hiding.
Sister Carlotta's money came from the Vatican. One person there knew what she was doing. She, too, would have money enough for her needs. Neither of them had the temperament to exploit the situation. They spent little, Sister Carlotta because she wanted nothing more, Bean because he knew that any kind of flamboyance or excess would mark him in people's memories. He always had to seem to be a child running errands for his grandmother, not an undersized war hero cashing in on his back pay.
Their passports caused them no problems, either. Again, Graff had been able to pull st
rings for them. Given the way they looked--both of Mediterranean ancestry--they carried passports from Catalonia. Carlotta knew Barcelona well, and Catalan was her childhood language. She barely spoke it now, but no matter--hardly anyone did. And no one would be surprised that her grandson couldn't speak the language at all. Besides, how many Catalans would they meet in their travels? Who would try to test their story? If someone got too nosy, they'd simply move on to some other city, some other country.
They landed in Miami, then Atlanta, then Greensboro. They were exhausted and slept the night at an airport hotel. The next day, they logged in and printed out guides to the county bus system. It was a fairly modern system, enclosed and electric, but the map made no sense to Bean.
"Why don't any of the buses go through here?" he asked.
"That's where the rich people live," said Sister Carlotta.
"They make them all live together in one place?"
"They feel safer," said Carlotta. "And by living close together, they have a better chance of their children marrying into other rich families."
"But why don't they want buses?"
"They ride in individual vehicles. They can afford the fees. It gives them more freedom to choose their own schedule. And it shows everyone just how rich they are."
"It's still stupid," said Bean. "Look how far the buses have to go out of their way."
"The rich people didn't want their streets to be enclosed in order to hold a bus system."
"So what?" asked Bean.
Sister Carlotta laughed. "Bean, isn't there plenty of stupidity in the military, too?"
"But in the long run, the guy who wins battles gets to make the decisions."
"Well, these rich people won the economic battles. Or their grandparents did. So now they get their way most of the time."
"Sometimes I feel like I don't know anything."
"You've lived half your life in a tube in space, and before that you lived on the streets of Rotterdam."
"I've lived in Greece with my family and in Araraquara, too. I should have figured this out."
"That was Greece. And Brazil. This is America."
"So money rules in America, but not those other places?"
"No, Bean. Money rules almost everywhere. But different cultures have different ways of displaying it. In Araraquara, for instance, they made sure that the tram lines ran out to the rich neighborhoods. Why? So the servants could come to work. In America, they're more afraid of criminals coming to steal, so the sign of wealth is to make sure that the only way to reach them is by private car or on foot."
"Sometimes I miss Battle School."
"That's because in Battle School, you were one of the very richest in the only coin that mattered there."
Bean thought about that. As soon as the other kids realized that, young and small as he was, he could outperform them in every class, it gave him a kind of power. Everyone knew who he was. Even those who mocked him had to give him a grudging respect. But . . . "I didn't always get my way."