seen from space almost never looked anything at all like the official maps of it. Scatterings of cloud cover, shadows from mountain ranges, contour-altering effects of large vegetation tracts, and lighting tricks in general, all combined to disguise and distort the nice clean computer-scrubbed lines drawn by the cartographers. It was an effect that had probably caused a lot of bad moments for neophyte navigators, as well as supplying the ammunition for innumerable practical jokes played on those same neophytes by their more experienced shipmates. It was therefore something of a surprise to find that, on this particular day and coming in from this particular angle, the major continent of the planet Jomark did indeed look almost exactly like a precisely detailed map. Of course, in all fairness, it was a pretty small continent to begin with.
Somewhere on that picture-perfect continent was a Jedi Master. Luke tapped his fingers gently on the edge of his control board, gazing out at the greenish-brown chunk of in is X-wing's canopy. He could sense Jedi's presence- had been able to sense it, in fact, since first dropping out of hyperspace-but so far he'd been unable to make a more direct contact. Master C'baoth? he called silently, trying one more time. This is Luke Skywalker. Can you hear me?
There was no response. Either Luke wasn't doing it right, or C'baoth was unable to reply ... or else this was a deliberate test of Luke's abilities.
Well, he was game. 'Let's do a sensor focus on the main continent, Artoo,' he called, looking over his displays and trying to put himself into the frame of mind of a Jedi Master who'd been out of circulation for a while. The bulk of Jomark's land area was in that one small continent-not much more than an oversized island, really-but there were also thousands of much smaller islands scattered in clusters around the vast ocean. Taken all together, there were probably close to three hundred thousand square kilometers of dry land, which made for an awful lot of places to guess wrong. 'Scan for technology, and see if you can pick out the main population centers.' Artoo whistled softly to himself as he ran the X-wing's sensor readings through his programmed life-form algorithms. He gave a series of beeps, and a pattern of dots appeared superimposed on the scope image.
'Thanks,' Luke said, studying it. Not surprisingly, most of the population seemed to be living along the coast. But there were a handful of other, smaller centers in the interior, as well. Including what seemed to be a cluster of villages near the southern shore of an almost perfectly ring-shaped lake.
He frowned at the image, keyed for a contour overlay. It wasn't just an ordinary lake, he saw now, but one that had formed inside what was left of a cone-shaped mountain, with a smaller cone making a large island in the center. Probably volcanic in origin, given the mountainous terrain around it. A wilderness region thick with mountains, where a Jedi Master could have lived in privacy for a long time. And a cluster of villages nearby where he could have emerged from his isolation when he was finally ready to do so. It was as good a place to start as any. 'Okay, Artoo, here's the landing target,' he told the droid, marking it on his scope. 'I'll take us down; you watch the sensors and let me know if you spot anything interesting.' Artoo beeped a somewhat nervous question. 'Yes, or anything suspicious,' Luke agreed. Artoo had never fully believed that the Imperial attack on them the last time they'd tried to come here had been purely coincidence.
They dropped in through the atmosphere, switching to repulsorlifts about halfway down and leveling off just below the tops of the highest mountains. Seen up close, the territory was rugged enough but not nearly as desolate as Luke had first thought. Vegetation was rich down in the valley areas between mountains, though it was sparse on the rocky sides of the mountains themselves. Most of the gaps they flew over seemed to have at least a couple of houses nestled into them, and occasionally even a village that had been too small for the X-wing's limited sensors to notice. They were coming up on the lake from the southwest when Artoo spotted the mansion perched up on the rim.
'Never seen a design like that before,' Luke commented. 'You getting any life readings from it?'
Artoo warbled a moment: inconclusive. 'Well, let's give it a try,' Luke decided, keying in the landing cycle. 'If we're wrong, at least it'll be a downhill walk to everywhere else.'
The mansion was set into a small courtyard bordered by a fence that appeared more suited for decoration than defense. Killing the X-wing's forward velocity, he swung the ship parallel to the fence and set it down a few meters outside its single gate. He was in the process of shutting down the systems when Artoo's trilled warning made him look up again.
Standing just outside the gate, watching them, was the figure of a man.
Luke gazed at him, heart starting to beat a little harder. The man was old, obviously-the gray-white hair and long beard that the mountain winds were blowing half across his lined face were evidence enough of that. But his eyes were keenly alert, his posture straight and proud and unaffected by even the harder gusts of wind, and the halfopen brown robe revealed a chest that was strongly muscled.
'Finish shutting down, Artoo,' Luke said, hearing the slight quaver in his voice as he slipped off his helmet and popped the X-wing's canopy. Standing up, he vaulted lightly over the cockpit side to the ground. The old man hadn't moved. Taking a deep breath, Luke walked over to him. 'Master C'baoth,' he said, bowing his head slightly. 'I'm Luke Skywalker.'
The other smiled faintly. 'Yes,' he said. 'I know. Welcome to Jomark.'
'Thank you,' Luke said, letting his breath out in a quiet sigh. At last. It had been a long and circuitous journey, what with the unscheduled stopovers at Myrkr and Sluis Van. But at last he'd made it. C'baoth might have been reading his mind. Perhaps he was. 'I expected you long before now,' he said reproachfully.
'Yes, sir,' Luke said. 'I'm sorry. Circumstances lately have been rather out of my control.'
'Why?' C'baoth countered.
The question took Luke by surprise. 'I don't understand.' The other's eyes narrowed slightly. 'What do you
