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After the polite things were said—the sitting down, the offering of drinks—Graff got down to business quickly. "I see that you do not wish me to see the child."
Magda answered, quite imperiously, "His parents felt it best for him not to be present."
Silence for a long moment.
"Magdalena Teczlo," said Graff softly, "these good people may invite a friend over to sit with them today. But I'd hate to think you might be acting as their attorney."
If Magda answered, John Paul couldn't hear.
"I would like to see the boy now," said Graff.
Father started explaining that that would never happen, so if that's all he wanted, he might as well give up and go home.
Another long silence. There was no sound of Captain Graff getting up from the chair, an operation that could not be performed silently. So he must be sitting there, saying nothing—not leaving, but not trying to persuade them.
That was a shame, because John Paul wanted to see what he would say to get them to do what he wanted. The way he silenced Magda was intriguing. John Paul wanted to see what was happening.
He stepped from behind the dividing wall and watched.
Graff was doing nothing. There was no threat on his face, no attempt to outface them. He gazed pleasantly at Mother, and then at Father, and then at Mother again, skipping right over Magda's face.
It was as if she didn't exist—even her own body seemed to say, "Don't notice me, I'm not really here."
Graff turned his head and looked right at John Paul.
John Paul thought he might say something to get him in trouble, but Graff gazed at him only a moment and then turned back to Mother and Father. "You understand, of course," he began.
"No, I don't understand," said Father. "You aren't going to see the boy unless we decide you'll see him, and for that you have to meet our terms."
Graff looked blandly back at him. "He isn't your breadwi
"We don't want a handout," said Father furiously. "We aren't looking for compensation."
"All I want," said Graff, "is to converse with the boy."
"Not alone," said Father.
"With us here," said Mother.
"That's fine with me," said Graff. "But I think Magdalena is sitting in the boy's place."
Magda, after a moment's hesitation, got up and left the house. The door banged shut just a little louder than usual.
Graff beckoned to John Paul.
He came in and sat on the couch between his parents.
Graff began to explain to him about Battle School. That he would go up into space in order to study how to be a soldier so he could help fight against the Buggers when they came back with the next invasion. "You might lead fleets into battle someday," said Graff. "Or lead marines as they blast their way through an enemy ship."
"I can't go," said John Paul.
"Why not?" asked Graff.
"I'd miss my lessons," he said. "My mother teaches us, here in this room."
Graff didn't answer, just studied John Paul's face. It made John Paul uncomfortable.
The Fleet lady spoke up. "But you'll have teachers there. In Battle School."
John Paul did not look at her. It was Graff he had to watch. Graff was the one with all the power today.
Finally Graff spoke. "You think it would be unfair for you to be in Battle School while your family still struggles here."
John Paul had not thought of that. But now that Graff had suggested it...
"Nine of us," said John Paul. "It's very hard for my mother to teach us all at once."
"What if the Fleet can persuade the government of Poland—"
"Poland has no government," said John Paul, and then he smiled up at his father, who beamed down at him.
"The current rulers of Poland," said Graff cheerfully enough. "What if we can persuade them to lift the sanctions on your brothers and sisters."
John Paul thought about this for a moment. He tried to imagine what it would be like, if they could all go to school. Easier for Mother. That would be good.
He looked up at his father.
Father blinked. John Paul knew that face. Father was trying to keep from showing that he was disappointed. So there was something wrong.
Of course. There were sanctions on Father, too. Andrew had explained to him once that Father wasn't allowed to work at his real job, which should have been teaching at a university. Instead Father had to do a clerical job all day, sitting at a computer, and then manual labor by night, odd jobs off the books in the Catholic underground. If they would lift the sanctions on the children, why not on the parents?
"Why can't they change all the stupid rules?" said John Paul.
Graff looked at Capt. Rudolf, then at John Paul's parents. "Even if we could," he said to them,
"should we?"
Mother rubbed John Paul's back a little. "John Paul means well, but of course we can't. Not even the sanctions against the children's schooling."
John Paul was instantly furious. What did she mean, "of course?" If they had only bothered to explain things to him then he wouldn't be making mistakes, but no, even after these people from the Fleet came to prove that John Paul wasn't just a stupid kid, they treated him like a stupid kid.
But he did not show his anger. That never got good results from Father, and it made Mother anxious so she didn't think well.
The only answer he made was to say, with wide-eyed i
"You'll understand when you're older," said Mother.
He wanted to say, "And when will you understand anything about me? Even after you realized I could read, you still think I don't know anything."
But then, he apparently didn't know everything he needed to, or he'd see what was obvious to all these adults.
If his parents wouldn't tell him, maybe this captain would.
John Paul looked expectantly at Graff.
And Graff gave the explanation he needed.
"All of your parents' friends are noncompliant Catholics. If your brothers and sisters suddenly get to go to school, if your father suddenly gets to go back to the university, what will they think?"
So this was about the neighborhood. John Paul could hardly believe that his parents would sacrifice their children, even themselves, just so the neighbors wouldn't resent them.
"We could move," said John Paul.
"Where?" asked Father. "There are noncompliants like us, and there are people who gave up their faith. There's only the two groups, and I'd rather go on as we are than to cross that line. It's not about the neighbors, John Paul. It's about our own integrity. It's about faith."
It wasn't going to work, John Paul could see that now. He had thought that his Battle School idea could be turned to help his family. He would have gone into space for that, gone away and not come home for years, if it would have helped his family.
"You can still come," said Graff. "Even if your family doesn't want to be free of these sanctions."
Father erupted then, not shouting, but his voice hot and intense. "We want to be free of the sanctions, you fool. We just don't want to be the only ones free of them! We want the Hegemony to stop telling Catholics they have to commit mortal sin, to repudiate the Church. We want the Hegemony to stop forcing Poles to act like... like Germans."
But John Paul knew this rant, and knew that his father usually ended that sentence by saying,
"forcing Poles to act like Jews and atheists and Germans." The omission told him that Father did not want the results that would come from talking in front of these Fleet people the way he talked in front of other Poles. John Paul had read enough history to know why. And it occurred to him that even though Father suffered greatly under the sanctions, maybe in his anger and resentment he had become a man who no longer belonged at the university. Father knew another set of rules and chose not to live by them. But Father also did not want educated foreigners to know that he did not live by those rules. He did not want them to know that he blamed things on Jews and atheists. But to blame them on Germans, that was all right.