THE SHATTERED PEACE(8)

Obi-Wan shot a searching glance at Drenna for the first time. Her close-cropped hair almost matched the silvery cast to her dark-blue skin. She raised her silver eyes to the Jedi.

“You can see this place is confusing,” she said, making a wry face. “Maybe Leed just wanted some peace and quiet to make up his mind. I think he will return soon.”

“Drenna, help Wek set the table,” Nin called. “Go sit down, boy, you are underfoot.”

“Let’s eat,” Jaret said. “I’m hungry.”

“Well, come to the table, then,” Nin scolded. “I can’t do everything for you.”

Drenna sprang up and began to ladle the food into bowls.

“Yes, perhaps Leed will return soon,” Qui-Gon said. “He will miss his clan. As you miss him.”

Ganeed’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. “As we do,” she said softly.

A silence fell over the clan for the first time. Obi-Wan could read sorrow on each face. Leed was truly loved, he saw.

For a moment, all they heard were Bu’s tiny hiccups as she nestled her downy head against her mother’s shoulder.

“This is a waste of time,” Taroon suddenly said. “They won’t tell us anything.”

“We should leave you to your midday meal,” Qui-Gon said graciously, bowing to the clan.

“We wish you ease and serenity,” Ganeed said, smiling through tear-filled eyes. “And if you find Leed, please protect him.”

“We shall,” Qui-Gon promised.

They retreated down the walkway that joined the structure to the main dock, then started back toward Meenon’s dwelling.

“They were no help at all,” Taroon complained. “I don’t know how Leed could stand to live with so many people.”

“They seem to enjoy one another’s company,” Qui-Gon observed.

“They certainly like to talk,” Obi-Wan added. He had felt awkward among the clan, but he had also felt their warmth and their obvious affection for one another.

“Yet they did not say a thing,” Qui-Gon said. “Did you notice that, Padawan?”

Obi-Wan thought about it. “They all contradicted each other’s guesses. It seemed as though they were giving us leads, but they weren’t.”

“Exactly. And then when we turned our attention to Drenna, suddenly everyone needed to eat. Come this way.” Qui-Gon headed down a smaller floating dock that was perpendicular to the main passageway. A small floating garden was set up for the benefit of the dwellers of the floating city. Qui-Gon paused behind a lush bush studded with orange blooms.

“What are we doing?” Taroon asked irritably. “We have no time to pick flowers.”

Qui-Gon didn’t answer. Obi-Wan saw that from here they had a perfect view of the front of the clan’s dwelling. In another moment, Drenna came outside. She stood on the dock and looked to her right, then her left. She had buckled a supply belt around her tunic, and Obi-Wan could see its pouch was full.

She turned and quickly walked down the dock in the opposite direction.

“Let’s go,” Qui-Gon said.

“Why should we follow a Senali on her useless errands?” Taroon scowled.

“Because she will bring us to Leed,” Qui-Gon answered.





CHAPTER 6


At first it was easy to follow Drenna. Senalis strolled along the docks on this fine day, pausing to purchase flowers and food at various markets that were set up along the way. The Jedi and Taroon could melt into the crowd and keep her in sight.

The Jedi had already adapted to the idea that the ground was not firm under their feet. The docks swayed and bobbed in the gentle roll of the sea. Taroon had more trouble. Occasionally he would stumble and his skin would flush to a bluish rose.

“What kind of a world builds its cities on water?” he grumbled after he had stumbled again and narrowly escaped tumbling off the dock. “I don’t see how my brother can stand this awful place.”

Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow at Obi-Wan in a private gesture. Obi-Wan smiled. He knew what his Master was thinking. Senali had turquoise seas, blooming gardens, and, from the looks of it, a peaceful and content population. Taroon harbored the prejudice of Rutanians, most of whom had not set foot on Senali since the war that had divided them forever. They considered Senalis lazy primitives who had not built a thriving culture or economy and who lived only for pleasure.

The floating city stretched over several kilometers. Drenna led them over bridges and walkways into different sections, some with brightly painted multistoried buildings, some with eccentric structures that bobbed cheerfully on the water. They passed rows and rows of docks with different crafts tied to the pilings. The crowd began to thin, and they hung back, keeping Drenna just in sight.