in the past.
'The Mark of the Crown?' Qui-Gon prompted.
'The mark of succession,' Queen Veda explained. 'It's not an actual mark on the body. Only the Council of Ministers can identify it.'
'Prince Beju doesn't have it?' Qui-Gon asked.
'If what my husband said is true, he will not,' the Queen replied. 'It is not in the Council's best interests to test him. As you may imagine, most are not happy about the elections. Whoever becomes governor will have the right to open the Council to elections as well.'
Qui-Gon nodded. The Council would naturally back Beju in order to retain their own power. 'What would you like us to do?' he asked.
'I cannot contact Elan,' the Queen said. 'Obviously, she wouldn't meet with me.
But if you could send a message to her and request a meeting.. most do not refuse a Jedi request, you must admit. The hill people often jam communication to the outside. I could send someone with your message. Travel in the hill country is difficult and dangerous.' The Queen looked down at her clasped hands.
'And there's something else I haven't told you. The Council didn't want you to come. I had to negotiate with them. Under the terms of our agreement, you are forbidden to leave the city of Galu.'
'That makes things more complicated,' Qui-Gon observed neutrally.
'Yes, but not impossible,' Queen Veda said eagerly. 'Perhaps you can — '
Suddenly, the ornate metal door to the chamber was thrown open with such force that it hit the wall with a loud clang. Prince Beju strode in, with a tall, bald man in a silver robe at his side.
The Prince pointed a finger at Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.
'You must leave Gala at once!' he cried.
The Queen rose to her feet. 'Beju, explain yourself,' she ordered, her voice shimmering with anger.
Beju slowly circled around the Jedi, his gaze contemptuous. He was a solidly built young man the same approximate height and weight as Obi-Wan, but with shoulder-length hair that was so pale it was almost white. His eyes were the same ice-blue as his mother's.
In his short encounter with the Prince, Obi-Wan had been granted a full picture of the boy's arrogance. He kept his own gaze steady but neutral. Qui-Gon was right. They should not antagonize the Prince any further.
'They call themselves Jedi, but they are nothing but troublemakers,' Prince Beju spat out. 'Have you heard about their doings on Phindar? They meddled and sowed discord. As a result, there was a great battle. Many were killed. Do you want that to happen on Gala, Mother?'
'They broke the back of a crime organization that had taken over the planet,'
Queen Veda replied calmly. 'The Phindians are free. And they also brought us bacta to help with our own shortage.'
The Prince flushed. 'Some gift,' he said contemptuously. 'It was I who went to Phindar to negotiate the release of the bacta. Thanks to the Jedi, the bacta was off-loaded from my ship by the Phindian rebels! No doubt the Jedi ordered them to do so. And now they bring my bacta here as a gift? It is a joke!'
Obi-Wan stiffened. Why didn't Qui-Gon speak? The Prince was giving his own version of what happened on Phindar. It was filled with lies. Prince Beju knew that the Jedi had no proof that the Prince meant harm to Gala. Obi-Wan took note of his cleverness. But why wouldn't Qui-Gon speak the truth to Queen Veda?
The frail, bald man by Beju's side turned to the Jedi. 'Do you have anything to say to this?'
'This is Lonnag Giba,' Queen Veda said, turning to the Jedi. 'He is the Head of the Council of Ministers, and graciously agreed to your visit.'
'That was before I heard Prince Beju's charges,' Giba said sternly. 'I ask you again, Jedi. What do you have to say?'
'We differ with the Prince about what happened on Phindar,' Qui-Gon replied.
His voice betrayed no irritation or anger at the Prince's charges. 'But it would be pointless to argue. We were invited here. Why should we defend ourselves? If you wish us to leave your world, we shall.'
'No!' Queen Veda exclaimed.
'Yes, Mother,' Prince Beju said, flicking his cape behind him as he turned to face her. 'Let them go. They are nothing but meddlers masquerading as guardians, weaklings masquerading as Knights.'
Queen Veda sighed. 'Enough, Beju,' she said. 'You have made your point. But Qui-Gon Jinn is right. The Jedi were invited here as guardians of the peace. We want the elections to go smoothly, don't we?'
'We don't want them at all,' the Prince replied sullenly. 'I am the true king of Gala. Father meant it to be so, and well you know it. If I ruled Gala, I would send these troublemakers on the first transport back to their so-holy Temple.'
'Yet I am ruler now,' the Queen said softly. 'And I say they shall stay.'
'Of course,' the Prince said bitterly. 'You deny me the crown. Why not deny me everything else?'
'Perhaps there is a compromise we can reach,' Giba broke in smoothly. 'The Jedi will remain on Gala. But they cannot leave the palace unescorted. We should send someone with them. Someone who knows the city well.' He turned to the Jedi. 'It is for your protection as well. The city is a dangerous place right now. There is much unrest. You'll need a guide.'
Giba spoke diplomatically, but Obi-Wan didn't believe a word. The old man knew that Jedi didn't need help to defend themselves. It was just a way to get them to accept a spy who would report on their movements. Obi- Wan waited for Qui-Gon's protest. But again, the Jedi Knight said nothing. How could he agree to such humiliating
