“It is not them who still wants war,” Qui-Gon said. “It was a Rutanian force that kidnapped Leed.”
“How do you know?”
“Think back, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said as he skirted a food seller. “Was there anything in their camp that could tell you where they came from?”
Obi-Wan focused his mind. He remembered the kidnappers sleeping in the trees. He had immediately assumed they were Senali because of their silvery skin and coral necklaces and headpieces. Except they didn’t have silvery skin. He had just assumed that they did.
“Their skin was smeared with clay,” he said. “I thought it was because they wanted to look fierce. But it could conceal the fact that they didn’t have tiny scales on their skin.”
“Good,” Qui-Gon approved. “Anything else?”
Obi-Wan thought back to the battle. The kidnappers had fought well, but there was nothing to indicate whether they were Senali or Rutanians. Both groups used crossbows and dart shooters as weapons.
He turned his attention to the boat. It had looked like many other boats he’d seen on Senali. It was fashioned from the trunk of one of the native trees. He remembered the supplies raining down from it
“The breathing tubes,” he exclaimed. “Senali don’t use them. Why didn’t I think of that before?”
“We have not had much time for reflection,” Qui-Gon said kindly. “I noticed it, but I had already questioned why they had smeared their skin with that white clay.”
“But if you knew they were Rutanians, why didn’t you say something?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Because I didn’t know who was behind the kidnapping yet,” Qui-Gon said. “Until I did, I thought it better to seem to think what I was meant to think.”
“So who is behind it?” Obi-Wan asked, frustrated. “And where are we going now?”
“We are going to see Taroon,” Qui-Gon said.
“But he is probably on his way to Senali,” Obi-Wan pointed out.
“Not yet. He will find a reason to delay.”
Obi-Wan still felt confused. “You think Taroon was behind the kidnapping of his brother? But why? He came to persuade him to return to Rutan for good. He was angry and hurt when Leed refused.”
“Or so he seemed. But Padawan, what beings say and what they feel are not necessarily the same. Jedi are different that way.”
“Are you afraid that Taroon is planning an attack?” Obi-Wan asked.
Qui-Gon nodded. “I saw something else in the supplies at the kidnappers’ camp. Seeker droids. They had the royal crest of Rutan on them. And King Frane just told us that Taroon was keeper of his trackers, remember? Only one person could have had access to those droids and the power to gather supporters for a secret invasion of Senali.”
“Why would Taroon steal the royal seeker droids?” Obi-Wan asked. He was growing frustrated.
“That is a very good question, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said. “Why, since seeker droids are so readily available? It only makes sense if Taroon modified the droids in some way. Then he planned to send them back to Rutan.”
“And what happens then?”
“That is something Taroon must tell us,” Qui-Gon answered gravely.
Obi-Wan saw that they had stopped outside the gates of an impressive structure. ROYAL SCHOOL OF LEADERSHIP was carved in stone over the archway.
Qui-Gon strode through the archway and pushed open the door to the school. The hallway was empty except for a teacher hurrying past, his arms filled with datapads and readout screens.
“Excuse me,” Qui-Gon said politely. “We are looking for Taroon.”
The teacher frowned. “He is on his way to Senali, most likely. His father gave the order to leave immediately. Pity. He is a popular student. He’ll be missed.”
“We have reason to believe he has not left yet,” Qui-Gon said. “Is there anyplace you can think of that he might be?”
“That’s easy,” the teacher said with a smile. “Taroon is usually in the tech room with his friends, tinkering with program boards. It’s down that hall, up the ramp, second door on the right.”
Qui-Gon thanked him and they moved quickly in the direction the teacher had indicated.
“If you’re right, what makes you think Taroon will confess to you?” Obi-Wan asked Qui-Gon.
“Because he is not bad,” Qui-Gon said. “Merely hurt. He is like his father - he turns his hurt to anger.”
They came to the tech room and activated the door. Taroon sat on a long bench against the wall. He looked up at the Jedi nervously and jumped to his feet.
“Has anything happened?” he asked.