“Because she’s dead!” Nield screamed.
Suddenly, he rushed at Obi-Wan. He swung at him with his fists, raining blows on Obi-Wan’s head and shoulders. Nield was wiry and strong, but Obi-Wan was larger and stronger, and better trained. It was easy for him to step around Nield, grab his arms and lock them behind his back. Nield tried to twist away.
“Don’t struggle, and it won’t hurt,” Obi-Wan ordered, but Nield continued to try to free himself. “Listen to me, Nield. Mawat is the one who armed the Elders.”
Nield stopped struggling.
“He wants a war,” Obi-Wan went on. “If it starts, and if the Young don’t win, you’ll be blamed. I suspect he could be in league with the Elders. He wants to rule Melida/Daan, and he’ll make any alliance he can to do it.”
“Mawat wouldn’t betray me,” Nield said.
Obi-Wan ignored the protest. “Mawat wanted the shooting to start the day Cerasi died. He positioned sharpshooters on the roof. They were ordered to fire if you or Wehutti backed down. They did fire. That’s how Cerasi was killed. It wasn’t you. It wasn’t Wehutti.”
Obi-Wan let go of Nield’s arms. Nield turned to face him.
“Mawat has been pressuring me to mobilize,” Nield said reluctantly. “I went along at first. After Cerasi … I couldn’t think. I could hardly breathe. But something happened to me here, next to Cerasi. I saw how wrong I was. How could I have wanted another war? Now I see why he was pushing me.”
Obi-Wan heard sounds from outside the Hall. He exchanged a puzzled glance with Nield. There were no windows in the Hall, so they hurried to the front entrance. They peered out the beamdrill holes.
Mawat and a group of Scavenger Young were outside. They were busily placing something against the walls.
“They’re wiring it with explosives,” Obi-Wan guessed. “They’re going to blow it up. That will provoke the Elders. And Mawat will blame it on you, Nield. Everyone will believe it. After all, you’re the one who proposed the destruction of the Halls.”
“We have to stop them,” Nield said.
Obi-Wan noted Nield’s unconscious use of “we.” He withdrew his lightsaber and activated it. As it shot to life and he saw its pale blue glow, he felt encouragement rush through him.
“We can take them together,” he said.
Nield nodded and reached for his vibroblade.
“Good luck,” Obi-Wan said.
Slowly, Nield began to grin. “We don’t need luck.”
“Everybody needs luck.”
“Not us.”
Nield put his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Their friendship had risen from ash and smoke. Danger lay outside, but they would face it together.
Weapons held high, they charged outside to meet Mawat.
Qui-Gon hoped that Obi-Wan had more success in locating Nield than he did. The tunnels were deserted. Most of the Young had found quarters aboveground by this time.
He lingered in the vault where the Young had based their headquarters before the war. Perhaps there was a clue here that could lead him to Nield. He stood in the small adjoining room where Cerasi had slept with the youngest of the Young. No one had removed her personal effects, but someone had left flowers on her sleeping area with its neatly folded blanket and rolled-up mattress.
Qui-Gon smoothed the blanket with his hand. It seemed very poignant to him. Here Cerasi had tidied up on the last morning of her life.
He felt a small bulge in the blanket. He slipped his hand between the folds and discovered a holographic message disk.
Qui-Gon fitted the disk into his holographic message unit. Had Cerasi left one last message behind?
Obi-Wan and Nield threw themselves into the battle. They
were outnumbered, but surprise was in their favor.
Their first objective was to prevent Mawat’s crew from rigging any more explosive devices. Obi-Wan and Nield attacked furiously. The lightsaber felt so right in Obi-Wan’s hand. He moved gracefully, his balance perfect, the lightsaber a blur of motion. Nield attacked with his vibroblade, slashing at the equipment boxes and rendering them into piles of scrap. The Scavenger Young dropped the rest of the timing devices and ran.
They beat back the Scavenger Young to a position on the plaza. There, Mawat had already organized the rest of his forces. Obi-Wan and Nield took cover behind the dry fountain. Its curving stone wall hid them from the blaster counterattack. But they would not be able to hold out for long.
“What are we going to do?” Nield asked Obi-Wan, ducking his head as blaster fire pinged into the stone, sending chips flying. “I don’t have a blaster, just my vibroblade.”
Obi-Wan quickly raised his head, then ducked down again. “We’re outnumbered, that’s for sure. And Mawat