A War of Gifts by Orson Scott Card Read Free Book Online

observance, but my religious observance is banned.”
    â€œIt was a poem in a shoe. I give you permission to write all the poems you want and insert them into people’s wearing apparel.”
    â€œPoems in shoes are not my religious observance. Mine is to contribute a small part to peace on Earth.”
    â€œYou’re not even on Earth.”
    â€œI would be, if I hadn’t been kidnapped and enslaved to the service of Mammon,” said Zeck mildly.
    You’ve been here almost a year, thought Graff, and you’re still singing the same tune. Doesn’t peer pressure have any effect on you?
    â€œIf these Dutch Christians have their Saint Nicholas Day, then the Muslims should have Ramadan and the Jews should have the Feast of Tabernacles and I should be able to live the gospel of love and peace.”
    â€œWhy are you even bothering with this?” said Graff. “The only thing I can do is punish them for a rather sweet gesture. It will make people hate you more.”
    â€œYou mean you intend to tell them who reported them?”
    â€œNo, Zeck. I know how you operate. You’ll tell them yourself, so they’ll be angry and people will persecute you and that will make you feel more purified.”
    For a man who didn’t recognize him when he came in, Graff certainly knew a lot about him. His face wasn’t known, but his ideas were. Zeck’s persistence in his faith was making an impression.
    â€œIf Battle School bans my religion because it forbids all religion, then all religion should be forbidden, sir.”
    â€œI know that,” said Graff. “I also know you’re an insufferable twit.”
    â€œI believe that remark falls under the topic of ‘The commander’s responsibility to build morale,’ is that correct, sir?” asked Zeck.
    â€œAnd that remark falls under the category of ‘You won’t get out of Battle School by being a smartass,’” said Graff.
    â€œBetter a smartass than an insufferable twit, sir,” said Zeck.
    â€œGet out of my office.”
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    An hour later, Flip and Dink had been called in and reprimanded and the poem confiscated.
    â€œAren’t you going to take his shoes, sir?” asked Dink. “And I’m sure we can recover his initial when he shits it out. I’ll reshape it for you so there’s no mistaking it, sir.”
    Graff said nothing, except to send them back to class. He knew that word of this would circulate throughout Battle School. But if he hadn’t done it, then Zeck would have made sure that word of how this “religious observance” had been tolerated would spread, and then there really would be a nightmare of kids demanding their holidays.
    It was inevitable. The two recusants, Zeck and Dink, both of whom refused to cooperate with the program here, were bound to become allies. Not that they knew they were allied. But in fact they were—they were deliberately stressing the system in order to try to make it collapse.
    Well, I won’t let you, dear genius children. Because nobody gives a rat’s ass about Sinterklaas Day, or about Christian nonviolence. When you go to war—which is where you’ve gone, believe it or not, Dink and Zeck—then childish things are put away. In the face of a threat to the survival of the species, all these planetside trivialities are put aside until the crisis passes.
    And it has not passed, whatever you little twits might think about it.

6
HOLY WAR
    Dink left Graff’s office seething. “If they can’t see the difference between praying eight times a day and putting a poem in a shoe once a year…”
    â€œIt was a great poem,” said Flip.
    â€œIt was dumb,” said Dink.
    â€œWasn’t that the point? It was a great dumb poem. I just feel bad I didn’t write one for you.”
    â€œI didn’t put out my shoes.”
    Flip sighed. “I’m sorry I did that.
    I was