The biggest tableau was for Romin itself. A small-scale replica of Eliior had been built out of massed flowers. There were models of Teda Park, the Teda Institute for Advanced Study, and the Roy Teda Colored Fountain of Lights. At the party, the Cloudflower Wall was actually fashioned out of cloudflowers. To reach the Romin display, the guests walked under a large arch upon which laserlights spelled out the message THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WORLD OF ALL WORLDS.
The party was crowded with Romins and others who lived in the palace district, all dressed in their finest. The Jedi had likewise worn the rich robes of the Slams, wanting to blend in. Siri had chosen a shimmersilk sleeveless tunic in colors that shifted from blue to green to silver as she moved, the colors of the sea as the day moved from dawn to twilight. She had refused to wear the matching green slippers, however, pulling on her travel boots instead.
“Just in case I have to run from Teda,” she said.
Obi-Wan felt awkward wearing a heavy septsilk tunic in one of the purple shades that Slam was so fond of. It was heavy and stiff, embroidered with gold thread and tiny jewels. Anakin and Ferus had dressed in less elaborate fashion, pulling on simple tunics in navy and gold.
“The security is tight,” Obi-Wan said as his eyes noted the many agents, some overt and some secret, in the throng.
“Just what we’d expect,” Siri said. “Joylin told us that the door to his study won’t be armed.”
“Let’s hope he’s right. But first, we’d better say hello to our host.”
“Do we have to?” Siri groaned.
It wasn’t easy to find Teda in the crush of the crowd. They bumped into Becka, the officer who had checked them in at the spaceport. He greeted them happily, with a flushed face and outstretched arms.
“My new arrivals! How glad I am that you are here! Have you tried the delicacies from the different worlds? Can I get you a plate of food?”
“We’re looking for Great Leader Teda,” Obi-Wan said. “We’d like to thank him for his hospitality.”
“I saw him in the house,” Becka said. “He checks every detail. How lucky we are to have such a leader! Let me take you to him.”
Becka led them quickly through the throng. The grand palace was decorated as lavishly as the grounds. Banks of flowers were massed in the hallways. Tables with punch and food were set up in every corner. Different bands of musicians played in different rooms, so that the hallways were a mass of noise in which one couldn’t pick out a single tune. It was as though one party wasn’t enough for Teda. He had to pile ten parties on top of one another to make one big extravaganza. There was so much food and drink and music and so many flowers that guests lurched about in a daze, as though they were droids with overloaded sensors.
They saw Teda’s broad back ahead. Obi-Wan heard his voice above the crowd. He was berating a server in a white tunic.
“You were instructed not to serve the dame apple turnovers until after the skewered runis!” he said. He wasn’t shouting, but the words were hissed in such white-hot anger that they seemed charged with turbo power.
The server’s face now matched his tunic. “I was told in the kitchen - “
With a casualness that shocked Obi-Wan to the core, Teda lifted a small electrojabber and struck a hard blow against the server’s knees. The server crumpled, eyes wide. He knew better than to cry out against the pain
Becka, too, went pale.
“Our leader, so forceful, so strong,” he murmured. “How lucky we are to have him.” Becka backed away and disappeared into the crowd.
Obi-Wan didn’t blame him. In a world ruled by an unpredictable tyrant, citizens had to rely on an instinct for flight to stay healthy.
Teda turned. Obi-Wan was surprised again. There was no sign of anger on his face, just a slight tautness around his mouth. It was as if the rage had never existed.
He held out his arms to the Jedi. “Welcome, Slams! Now the party can begin! Have you eaten? Have you met new friends?” He came forward and put his arms through Obi-Wan’s and Siri’s. It took an effort for Obi-Wan to allow it. He knew Siri felt the same.
Other servers had rushed to help their fallen comrade. They half carried, half dragged him toward the kitchens.
“The theme of the party is paradise,” Teda continued. “I’ve gathered all the best of the galaxy for the citizens of Romin. Even though the best of the best is already here, ha-ha!”
Not all the citizens. Only the ones that you favor, Obi-Wan thought as he said, smiling politely, “Thank you for inviting us.”
Teda withdrew his arms from theirs. “Now, don’t get stuck talking to an old man like me. Go enjoy yourselves!” He smiled at Siri meaningfully. “I will check on you later.”