"You aren't against using that family connection, are you?" asked Bean.
"I'll do what it takes," said Peter, "and I'll use whatever works. But . . . tomorrow?"
"Achilles got to India yesterday, right?" said Bean. "Every day we delay this is a day that he has a chance to expose you. Do you think he'll wait? You exposed him--he'll crave the turnabout, and Chamrajnagar won't be shy about telling him, will he?"
"No," said Peter. "Chamrajnagar has already shown me how he feels about me. He'll do nothing to protect me."
"So here we are once again," said Bean. "We're giving you something, and you're going to use it. Are you going to help me? How can I get into a position where I have troops to train and command? Besides going back to Greece, I mean."
"No, not Greece," said Peter. "They're useless to you, and they'll end up doing only what Russia permits. No freedom of action."
"Where, then?" said Sister Carlotta. "Where do you have influence?"
"In all modesty," said Peter, "at this moment, I have influence everywhere. Day after tomorrow, I may have influence nowhere."
"So let's act now," said Bean. "Where?"
"Thailand," said Peter. "Burma has no hope of resisting an Indian attack, or of putting together an alliance that might have a chance. But Thailand is historically the leader of southeast Asia. The one nation that was never colonized. The natural leader of the Tai-speaking peoples in the surrounding nations. And they have a strong military."
"But I don't speak the language," said Bean.
"Not a problem," said Peter. "The Thai have been multilingual for centuries, and they have a long history of allowing foreigners to take positions of power and influence in their government, as long as they're loyal to Thailand's interests. You have to throw in your lot with them. They have to trust you. But it seems plain enough that you know how to be loyal."
"Not at all," said Bean. "I'm completely selfish. I survive. That's all I do."
"But you survive," said Peter, "by being absolutely loyal to the few people you depend on. I read just as much about you as I did about Achilles."
"What was written about me reflects the fantasies of the newspeople," said Bean.
"I'm not talking about the news," said Peter. "I read Carlotta's memos to the I.F. about your childhood in Rotterdam."
They both stopped walking. Ah, have I surprised you? Peter couldn't help but take pleasure in knowing that he had shown that he, too, knew some things about them.
"Those memos were eyes only," said Carlotta. "There should have been no copies."
"Ah, but whose eyes?" said Peter. "There are no secrets to people with the right friends."
"I haven't read those memos," said Bean.
Carlotta looked searchingly at Peter. "Some information is worthless except to destroy," she said.
And now Peter wondered what secrets she had about Bean. Because when he spoke of "memos," he in fact was thinking of a report that had been in Achilles' file, which had drawn on a couple of those memos as a source about life on the streets of Rotterdam. The comments about Bean had been merely ancillary matters. He really hadn't read the actual memos. But now he wanted to, because there was clearly something that she didn't want Bean to know.
And Bean knew it, too.
"What's in those memos that you don't want Peter to tell me?" Bean demanded.
"I had to convince the Battle School people that I was being impartial about you," said Sister Carlotta. "So I had to make negative statements about you in order to get them to believe the positive ones."
"Do you think that would hurt my feelings?" said Bean.
"Yes, I do," said Carlotta. "Because even if you understand the reason why I said some of those things, you'll never forget that I said them."
"They can't be worse than what I imagine," said Bean.
"It's not a matter of being bad or worse. They can't be too bad or you wouldn't have got into Battle School, would you? You were too young and they didn't believe your test scores and they knew there wouldn't be time to train you unless you really were . . . what I said. I just don't want you to have my words in your memory. And if you have any sense, Bean, you'll never read them."
"Toguro," said Bean. "I've been gossiped about by the person I trust most, and it's so bad she begs me not to try to find out."