“I meant . .” Etain struggled. “I meant that he has no experience to enable him to cope with being a father at a time like this.”
“Nobody ever has.”
“I wanted him to have some kind of future.”
Skirata’s face didn’t change. “You planned this? How can he have a future if he doesn’t know he has a son? Genes don’t count for everything.”
“If anyone finds out that I’m expecting a child, I’ll be thrown out of the Jedi Order and I won’t be able to serve. I have to carry on. I can’t let the men down.”
Skirata was furious. She felt it. She could see it, too. And if she thought that was bad, it would be nothing compared with how the Jedi Council would react. She’d be kicked out of the Order. She’d no longer be a general, no longer able to play her part in the war.
But you knew that.
You should have thought that through.
The reality felt very different. And yet she didn’t regret it one bit, and that was why she hadn’t thought about the Jedi Council’s reaction. It was right. The Force had guided her to this point.
“And how are you planning to disguise this fact?” Skirata asked, still cold calm. “It’s going to be pretty visible.”
“I can go into a healing trance and accelerate the pregnancy. I can bear this child in five months.” She put her hand on her belly. “It’s a boy.”
That was probably the worst thing she could have told Skirata. Etain should have known Mandalorians better by now. The father-son bond was paramount. Every scrap of warmth that he had ever shown her had evaporated: and it devastated her. She had grown to love him as a father, too.
And a good Mando father put his son first.
“In this great plan of yours, then, this plan to give my lad a future, what did you think his son might become? A Jedi?”
“No. Just a man. A man with a normal life.”
“No, ad’ika.” Skirata’s hands were thrust in his pockets now. She could see the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing labored with suppressed rage. A little black vortex in the Force opened up around him. “No, Darman’s son will be Mandalorian, or he has no son at all. Don’t you understand? Unless the kid has his culture and what makes him Mandalorian, he … he has no soul. That’s why I had to teach them all, all my boys, what It was to be Mando. Without it they’re dead men.”
“I know how important it is.”
“No, I don’t think you do. We’re nomadic. We have no country. All we have to hold us together is what we are, what we do, and without that we’re … dar’manda. I don’t know how to explain it … we have no soul, no afterlife, no identity. We’re eternally dead.”
Etain repeated dar’manda to herself. “That’s how he got his name, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
It began to dawn on her why Skirata and Vau were both so obsessed with teaching their trainees about their heritage. They weren’t just giving them a cultural identity: they were literally saving their lives, their very souls. “He’ll be a Force-user. That will make him-“
“Are you insane? Do you know what that makes him worth to creatures like the Kaminoans? Do you know how very interested people will be in his genetic material? He’s in danger, you di ‘kut!”
The value of her son’s unique genetic heritage had never crossed Etain’s mind. She was appalled. She struggled to cope with the hazards that sprang up around her as if from nowhere. “But how can Dar raise him?”
“You didn’t ask that question when you started all this? Do you really love him?”
“Yes! Yes, you know I do. Kal, if I don’t have his child and he dies-“
“When he dies. He’s designed to die young. I’ll outlive him. And you’re built to live a long time.”
“You said it yourself-just one broad generation of men. Then there’s nothing of the clones left eventually, nothing to show they ever lived and served and died. They all deserve better than that.”
“But again, Darman isn’t given any choice,” Kal said. “No choice about fighting. No choice about being a father.”
He lapsed into silence, walking to the far side of the balcony and leaning on it, just as he had when she’d seen him agonize over whether he had been a monster, a man who turned small boys into soldiers and sent them to fight the aritedise’s war.
Etain waited. There was no point arguing with him. He was right: she took choice out of Darman’s hands just as every Jedi general did.
“Kal,” she said.
He didn’t turn.