[Jedi Apprentice] - 12(17)

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Obi-Wan murmured.

“You stick to lightsabers. I’ll stick to food.” Astri moved to the shadow of the canyon wall. Where sand met rock, she dug down into the crack. She came up with a small purple mold.

“Looks delicious,” Obi-Wan said doubtfully.

Grinning, she handed it to Bhu. “You’ll see.”

For the next hour, Obi-Wan and Bhu trailed behind Astri, following her instructions as they scraped mold off the bottom of rocks and dug deep underneath the sand to find roots. Astri cut off strips of flesh from a spiny plant and then captured the juice that flowed from its heart. They crawled on their hands and knees through a cave to find mushrooms growing in the cracks of rocks.

Obi-Wan fretted about the delay, but something told him that information about Reesa On was crucial to finding Qui-Gon. He only hoped that Astri’s plan would work.

“When I took over the cooking at the cafŠ, I had a plan,” Astri explained as she pulled the spines out from the fleshy plant she’d sliced into pieces. “Every week I would feature dishes from one world in the galaxy. Luckily, Sorrus was one of those worlds. I chose it because it’s so large and so many Sorrusians travel through the galaxy.”

“If this is their own food, why doesn’t the tribe know how to find this?” Obi-Wan asked, indicating the plants and mushrooms they had gathered.

“Because we were always able to cultivate crops,” Bhu volunteered. “It’s only recently that we’ve run completely out of water.”

Astri nodded. “In the Tira desert on the other side of Sorrus, they never had a water source, so they live off the desert. I figured that the same kinds of plants must grow here, too. And they do.” She held up a gnarled root. “This is called turu root. Tastes pretty awful raw. But if you cook it right, it can be delicious.”

Obi-Wan looked doubtfully at the plant. “I can’t believe Didi’s and Qui-Gon’s lives hang on a root. Can you really make all this taste good?” “Just watch me.”

Astri pounded roots into paste. She spread mushrooms out in the sun to dry. She ground little bits of leaves and roots and combined them into spices. Then she began to roast this and stir that and assemble the various items into a meal.

When the meal was ready, Astri served it to the boy and his family. Bhu turned out to be the son of the tribe leader, Goq Cranna. He was the first to taste the meal, trying each food one at a Lime and chewing without expression. The boy and his mother waited, looking at him expectantly. Obi-Wan found that he was holding his breath.

“It’s good.” Pleased, the father turned to Astri. “Where did you find these things?”

“I can show you,” Bhu said.

“And I can tell you about more,” Astri added. “But now you must tell us about Reesa On.”

The leader stood. “Her name is Ona Nobis. Bhu will show us where to go.”

Obi-Wan and Astri followed Bhu and Goq Cranna across the dunes. As they walked, Astri said softly to Obi-Wan, “Now, what was that you said about my not being able to cook us out of trouble?”

“I stand corrected.”

“We do not speak of Ona Nobis,” Goq explained as they caught up to him. He spoke in short bursts, like the rest of the tribe. “Her name is forbidden. For money, she betrayed us. A shameful thing. The government agent spoke to us of the wonders of the dam. We were skeptical. Yet she urged us to listen. She persuaded us. Later we discovered that she and this agent had conspired together. They knew the dam would turn our land into this arid place. The agent owned land across the mountain. He wanted fertile lands. So he received the water.

We received the sand.”

“What happened to Ona Nobis?” Obi-Wan asked.

“She left before we realized our mistake. We know how she makes her living. Another shame.”

“Where are you taking us?” Astri asked.

“My boy found this place,” Goq said. “She kept a hideout. Cleverly hidden.”

They came to another, smaller canyon. Bhu hesitated when he came to an outcropping of a rock wall.

“When we turn this corner, the wind will be very strong,” he warned. He raised his hood and directed them to do the same.

“It is the way the land is formed,” Goq said. “It creates a downdraft. This is a place where no one goes.”

They turned the corner. Obi-Wan was nearly blown off his feet. Astri staggered, and he reached out a hand to steady her. He pulled her forward. The wind here was terrible. It drove the sand against their skin and in their eyes. They covered most of their faces with their cloaks.