Qui-Gon could do nothing more than follow Tahl from the room. He could not share his disturbing vision with the Council. He would not share it with Tahl. Jedi did not feel that visions should necessarily govern behavior. They were easily misinterpreted and were sometimes grounded in inner fears that one did not fully understand. It would be of no use for Qui-Gon to explain his anxiety.
As soon as they exited the chamber, Tahl turned to him. “I don’t know why you insisted on interfering like that, Qui-Gon” she said. “But I do not like it.”
“I was on the original mission,” Qui-Gon replied. “I thought I could be of help.”
She turned to him. Her unusual striped green-gold eyes were just as piercing as they’d ever been. One arched eyebrow lifted.
“Tell me. Did you know that New Apsolon was the subject of that meeting when you arrived?”
Qui-Gon could not lie to Tahl. “No. I did not.”
Her face tightened. “Then it is as I thought. You will not allow me to act as a full Jedi Knight. Because I am blind, you think I need a caretaker.”
“No - “
In a rare show of anger, she stamped her foot. Her caramel skin flushed with pink. “Then what? Why do you keep insisting on interfering?”
“Friendship.”
One corner of her full mouth lifted. “Then in the name of friendship, dear Qui-Gon, leave me be.”
She turned abruptly toward the turbolift. He felt the drift of her soft robe against his hand as she moved, and then she was gone.
CHAPTER 3
Matters that took place in the Jedi Council were private, but it was not difficult for Obi-Wan to discover what had happened in the Council Room. Tahl had briefed Bant, her Padawan, and a disturbed Bant had confided in Obi-Wan. He heard that Qui-Gon had barged in without an invitation and had asked to accompany Tahl on her mission. He knew that the Council and Tahl had refused.
Bant was upset that once again Tahl had left her behind. True, the mission was a short one, but Bant struggled not to feel that Tahl did not trust her fully.
“I must learn to accept the way she is and believe that she knows best,” Bant told Obi-Wan as they walked around the lake early one morning. The illumination banks overhead simulated a soft dawn. “But it’s so hard. I thought that at last we were beginning to become full partners. She seemed to rely on me more. She went on fewer missions alone. I think Yoda might have spoken to her about leaving me behind. Yet now I find that she has gone off with only a few words to me.”
If Qui-Gon had done the same, Obi-Wan knew he would be as upset as Bant. Perhaps more so. He had been with Qui-Gon longer than Bant had been with Tahl. They had had opportunities to work out the various bumps in their relationship. Bant had a rockier time. Tahl was kind and humorous, but she kept a part of herself aloof.
“It took years for Qui-Gon and me to develop our closeness,” Obi-Wan tried to reassure her. “The only thing I can advise is patience. Just as you once advised me.”
“I don’t get the chance to be close to Tahl,” Bant said. “I’m too busy sitting here at the Temple without her.”
Obi-Wan understood a bit of her distress. For the first time in a long while, he did not know what his Master was thinking.
In the days since Tahl had left, Qui-Gon’s restlessness had deepened. Obi-Wan could see it. His Master had already decided to follow their tracking and survival exercise with physical training at the Temple. Qui-Gon threw himself into this without a break. He studied with the Jedi Masters, perfecting his battle skills, his endurance, his strength. Obi-Wan would often have to remind him to eat his evening meal. Qui-Gon looked tired and depleted.
“There is distance between me and Qui-Gon right now,” Obi-Wan confided. “I don’t understand it, but I know I will in time. Qui-Gon has told me that each of us is still an individual. We will have worries and concerns that are unique to us. We cannot expect to always understand each other. The commitment is what is important.”
“But is that commitment important to Tahl?” Bant asked. Her silver eyes searched his.
“I think it is,” Obi-Wan answered. “She is a Jedi.”
“The mission was supposed to take two or three days at the most,” Bant said worriedly. “It has been almost two weeks now.”
Obi-Wan put his hand on Bant’s shoulder. His words could not help her. He only hoped his presence could.
Qui-Gon tried to lose himself in training. If he worked his body hard enough, he could push worry aside for short periods. But the weeks passed, and the nagging feeling that Tahl needed him still preyed on his mind. She had not checked in with the Council. This was not unusual. Events happened that could prevent contact on any mission. Yoda had told him with unusual sternness that the Council was not worried.