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Jedi Apprentice(5)



“I’ve been watching over Tahl,” Qui-Gon answered.

Tahl was the Jedi Knight who Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had rescued from Melida/Daan. She had been blinded in an attack and then held as a prisoner of war.

Again, Yoda only nodded slightly. “Better healers we have at the Temple than you,” he said. “And in need of constant care, Tahl is not. Welcomes it not, I think.”

Qui-Gon could not suppress a half smile. It was true. Tahl was already impatient with the constant attention. She didn’t like to be fussed over.

“Time it is for you to speak your heart,” Yoda said softly. “Past time, it is.”

With a heavy sigh, Qui-Gon sat on the bench next to Yoda. He did not want to unburden his heart. Yet Yoda had a right to know the facts.

“He stayed,” Qui-Gon said simply. “He told me he had found something on Melida/Daan that was more important than his Jedi training. On the morning we were leaving, the Elders attacked the Young. They had starfighters and weapons. The Young were disorganized. They needed help.”

“And yet stay you did not.”

“My orders were to return to the Temple with Tahl.”

Yoda leaned slightly backward in surprise. “Orders, they were? Counsel, it was. And always willing to ignore my counsel you are, if suits you it does.”

Qui-Gon gave a start. Obi-Wan had flung almost the same words at him back on Melida/Daan.

“Are you saying I should have stayed?” Qui-Gon asked irritably. “What if Tahl had died?”

Yoda sighed. “A hard choice it was, Qui-Gon. Yet willing are you to blame your Padawan. Place the choice before him you did: forsake Jedi training, or children die, friends are betrayed. Thought you understood a boy’s heart, I did.”

Qui-Gon stared stonily ahead. He had not expected this rebuke from Yoda.

“Impulsive you were yourself as a student,” Yoda continued. “Led by the heart, many times you were. And wrong, many times you were as well. This I remember.”

“I never would have left the Jedi,” Qui-Gon said angrily.

“True that is,” Yoda said, nodding in agreement. “Commitment you had. Absolute it was. Does this mean that to question, others must not? Like you always, they must be?”

Qui-Gon shifted on the bench. These conversations with Yoda could be painful. The Jedi Master had a way of poking the deepest wound.

“So I should let him make his foolish decision,” Qui-Gon said with a shrug. “Let him fight a war he can’t win. Let him stand and watch the massacre that will result. He’ll be lucky if he escapes with his life.”

“Ah, see I do.” Yoda’s yellow eyes gleamed. “Unbiased by your feeling, your prediction is?”

Qui-Gon nodded shortly. “I see disaster there. The Young cannot win.”

“Interesting,” Yoda murmured. “For win they did, Qui-Gon.”

Qui-Gon turned to him, startled.

“Word we have received,” Yoda said calmly. “Won the war, the Young have. Forming a government, they are. Understand now do you, Obi-Wan’s decision? Fighting for a lost cause, he was not. A planet ruler, he has become.”

Hiding his surprise, Qui-Gon turned away. “Then he is more foolish than I thought,” he coolly replied.

Obi-Wan sat between Nield and Cerasi at a huge round conference table. The Young had taken over the bombed-out Melida/Daan Unified Congress Building. It had stood intact for only three years, during a period where the Melida and Daan had tried to rule together before war had broken out again.

The Young had taken it over as a symbolic gesture of unity. There were certainly more welcoming places they could have chosen. They had tried to clear most of the rubble, but they were forced to leave the heavier fallen beams and columns. The windows had been blown out, and more than half the roof was gone.

Obi-Wan was damp and cold and uncomfortable, but he was thrilled to be here, forming a new government. The days were long and difficult, but he never felt tired. There was so much to think about and so much to do.

The Young had won the war. But the hard part was just beginning. Before, they had all been in agreement. They had simply wanted peace. But now the Young waged a war of words among themselves. There were too many decisions to make and too many opinions.

The city of Zehava was a ruin. Many people did not have heat, and food was scarce. Hospitals needed supplies. Fuel for floaters and transports was low. But the worst problem was the amount of arms still carried by the citizens, most of them former soldiers. Tensions ran high, and any small conflict could escalate into a serious battle.

The Young were in the majority on Melida/Daan, especially since the decimated Middle Generation had thrown their support to them during the war. It had been easy to reach an agreement to elect Nield as temporary governor. In addition, an advisory council of ten members had been set up. Obi-Wan was on it, along with Mawat and other Young leaders. Cerasi headed the council. As governor, Nield was required to follow any motion that was voted by a majority. He cast one vote as well.