Cool cool cool. Deep breaths. Ender cries until Karen lets her nurse, at which point she manages to calm down a bit. She's tiny, very tiny, and totally helpless. She wouldn't last a day in this world without someone looking out for her.
Karen sits up. Her body thinks is a terrible idea, but she overrules it. She dips two fingers in water and draws a cross on Ender's forehead with them.
"Ender Kirk Teller," she says, and it's weird, but her voice doesn't shake, "I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. - there are more things that a priest would say, if we had one, but that's the important bit."
Deep breaths.
She stands, which her body is pretty sure is the worst idea she's ever had. She walks over to a complicated circular pattern drawn on the floor. She places the baby in the center of it. The candles have already been lit. The incense is already burning. Various herbs and crystals are where they need to be. She sends the image to Alex to bounce to Wishbone, just to double-check one last time. Everything's right.
She recites her incantations. The spell calls on multiple deities, as well as her own reserves of mystical power. One by one, she worships them, and then explains the justice of her cause, appealing to each in terms of its own set of values. One by one, the candles wink out, various powers signaling that they agree and will help.
When all of the candles have gone out, she centers herself and recites a final incantation. This is her own piece of it, the part that draws on her own power, small as it may be. She can feel the power draining from her, can feel that it won't be enough, that she'll collapse just before the final lap, and she hates it, hates it, hates it, now of all times -
She feels herself - there are no words for it. She passes a torch to something else, something older and more certain and more capable of running. Not for the whole race, it assures her. Karen will cross the finish line, but this piece of it, this one piece that she isn't strong enough to hold while holding all of the others, this will be done for her, because her cause is just and her intentions are good and she loves the child she's offering up, and someone out there can respect that.
All identifiable traces of Karen's mind disappear. Her body is definitely still reciting things.