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and prepared for their matches at the nearby Korsinata.
Lately, though, they had come to see something else. Or, rather,
someone
.
Ori found her mother where she expected to find her—mucking out the uvak stalls. Jelph had been exactly right: Grand Lord Venn had made a public spectacle out of Candra Kitai’s fall from power. Under the watchfuleyes of the burly night guard, the deposed High Lord continued the work that she’d done all day for the viewing amusement of the passersby. Still wearing her ceremonial gown from Donellan’s Day, now soiled and frayed, Candra stood on tiptoes, delicately relocating foul deposits with a large shovel.
Looking down from her perch on the roof of the shelter, Ori waited until the guard was right beneath her. Then she leapt downward, kicking out to knock the sentry senseless. Kneeling, she grabbed the man’s lightsaber and dragged him into the stall behind the grounded uvak.
Eyes watering from the stench, Candra looked up at her daughter with a tired expression. “You came back.”
“Yes.”
“It’s been weeks and weeks.”
“More like two,” Ori said, studying her mother. Such a short time since the royal fête, and she could barely recognize the woman. The gray hair always carefully hidden by the Keshiri beauticians was out in straggly force now. Candra stank of every vile thing she’d encountered in her work. Her hands, however, remained free from calluses. Ori could see why as Candra robotically returned to her work, gingerly holding the shovel and making little headway.
“They keep feeding them slop that makes them ill,” Candra groaned. “I know they’re doing it on purpose.”
“You’ll never get this job done shoveling that way,” Ori said, springing up and seizing the tool. Looking at it for a moment, she suddenly remembered she was not a farmer and threw it aside. “You’ve been here all this time?”
Candra feebly pointed to the empty stall across the walk. “They let me sleep over there sometimes.” Wearily, she looked up at Ori. “You look tired, dear. Have you rested?”
Ori snorted. She’d run all the previous night and day from Jelph’s farm after discovering his secret in the shed, finally reaching Tahv an hour before. Now, at last, she was here—and she had something to trade. What was he? Where was he from? REPUBLIC FLEET SYSTEMS , the old characters had said. The Republic, she remembered from her studies, was the tool of the Jedi—the puppet body through which the Jedi Knights ruled the weaklings of the galaxy.
It was definitely information worth something to someone. But who?
“I’m going to get you out of here,” she told her mother.
“I can’t just leave,” Candra said. “They’ll find us, wherever we go—and we’ll both end up right back here.”
Looking quickly back outside the stall, Ori pulled the older woman into the shadows. “I’m not going to break you out. I’ve …
discovered
something. Something that will restore us—restore
you
. You have to get me in to see the High Lords.”
Candra looked at her, bewildered, for a long moment before returning her eyes guiltily to the shovel. “I’d better get back to work, before someone else comes to check on—”
Ori grabbed her mother’s wrists before she could move. “Mother, I need to know who to talk to!”
Shaking her head, Candra fought to evade her daughter’s stare. “No, Ori. I don’t know what you think you’ve found, but nothing will make a difference. We’ve lost.”
“
This
will make a difference!” Ori had no doubt about that. Quickly she explained. There was another starship on Kesh, one in addition to
Omen
. A new one, hidden on a farm beside the Marisota River. Ori’s whisper grew louder with excitement. “This isn’t just about our family, Mother! It’s about reuniting the Tribe with the Sith!”
Candra simply stared at her, unbelieving. “You’ve gone mad. You’ve made this story up, to try to get back in—”
Hearing the
Lately, though, they had come to see something else. Or, rather,
someone
.
Ori found her mother where she expected to find her—mucking out the uvak stalls. Jelph had been exactly right: Grand Lord Venn had made a public spectacle out of Candra Kitai’s fall from power. Under the watchfuleyes of the burly night guard, the deposed High Lord continued the work that she’d done all day for the viewing amusement of the passersby. Still wearing her ceremonial gown from Donellan’s Day, now soiled and frayed, Candra stood on tiptoes, delicately relocating foul deposits with a large shovel.
Looking down from her perch on the roof of the shelter, Ori waited until the guard was right beneath her. Then she leapt downward, kicking out to knock the sentry senseless. Kneeling, she grabbed the man’s lightsaber and dragged him into the stall behind the grounded uvak.
Eyes watering from the stench, Candra looked up at her daughter with a tired expression. “You came back.”
“Yes.”
“It’s been weeks and weeks.”
“More like two,” Ori said, studying her mother. Such a short time since the royal fête, and she could barely recognize the woman. The gray hair always carefully hidden by the Keshiri beauticians was out in straggly force now. Candra stank of every vile thing she’d encountered in her work. Her hands, however, remained free from calluses. Ori could see why as Candra robotically returned to her work, gingerly holding the shovel and making little headway.
“They keep feeding them slop that makes them ill,” Candra groaned. “I know they’re doing it on purpose.”
“You’ll never get this job done shoveling that way,” Ori said, springing up and seizing the tool. Looking at it for a moment, she suddenly remembered she was not a farmer and threw it aside. “You’ve been here all this time?”
Candra feebly pointed to the empty stall across the walk. “They let me sleep over there sometimes.” Wearily, she looked up at Ori. “You look tired, dear. Have you rested?”
Ori snorted. She’d run all the previous night and day from Jelph’s farm after discovering his secret in the shed, finally reaching Tahv an hour before. Now, at last, she was here—and she had something to trade. What was he? Where was he from? REPUBLIC FLEET SYSTEMS , the old characters had said. The Republic, she remembered from her studies, was the tool of the Jedi—the puppet body through which the Jedi Knights ruled the weaklings of the galaxy.
It was definitely information worth something to someone. But who?
“I’m going to get you out of here,” she told her mother.
“I can’t just leave,” Candra said. “They’ll find us, wherever we go—and we’ll both end up right back here.”
Looking quickly back outside the stall, Ori pulled the older woman into the shadows. “I’m not going to break you out. I’ve …
discovered
something. Something that will restore us—restore
you
. You have to get me in to see the High Lords.”
Candra looked at her, bewildered, for a long moment before returning her eyes guiltily to the shovel. “I’d better get back to work, before someone else comes to check on—”
Ori grabbed her mother’s wrists before she could move. “Mother, I need to know who to talk to!”
Shaking her head, Candra fought to evade her daughter’s stare. “No, Ori. I don’t know what you think you’ve found, but nothing will make a difference. We’ve lost.”
“
This
will make a difference!” Ori had no doubt about that. Quickly she explained. There was another starship on Kesh, one in addition to
Omen
. A new one, hidden on a farm beside the Marisota River. Ori’s whisper grew louder with excitement. “This isn’t just about our family, Mother! It’s about reuniting the Tribe with the Sith!”
Candra simply stared at her, unbelieving. “You’ve gone mad. You’ve made this story up, to try to get back in—”
Hearing the
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