Cerasi looked at Nield. 'We said we would do this without taking a life.'
Nield bit his lip as he glanced out the spaceport down to the surface of Zehava. 'The sooner those halls of hate are blown up, the sooner everyone on this planet can breathe again,' he murmured. 'I despise everything they stand for.'
'I know,' Cerasi said. 'So doI. But let's take one step at a time.'
'All right,' Nield agreed reluctantly. 'But let's do one last thing. Before we land, let's do a quick loop over the countryside. Deila was waiting to pass the message that the perimeter shields had been blown. The Scavenger Young should be mobilizing.'
Obi-Wan flew in widening circles over the countryside. Everywhere they saw young people, boys and girls, streaming out from farms and villages and woods. They were already beginning to clog the road into Zehava. Some rode on battered landspeeders or souped-up turbo-tractors. Those who walked formed columns, marching in military style. When they saw the starfighter overhead, they waved and shouted greetings the three could not hear. Obi-Wan dipped his wings in a return salute.
Tears stood in Cerasi's eyes. 'I will never forget this day,' she said. 'And I will never forget what you did for us, Obi-Wan Kenobi.'
Obi-Wan turned the starfighter back toward the landing area. He didn't care how angry Qui-Gon was, or if he got sent back to the Temple. This moment was worth it.
Qui-Gon had woken early and checked on Tahl. She was sleeping deeply. That was good. Sleep was the best healer until he could get her to Coruscant.
He saw that Obi-Wan had disappeared, along with Nield and Cerasi. No doubt he wanted a last outing with his friends before he left. Qui-Gon would let it pass. He knew it was hard for the boy to leave them.
And he had a plan of his own.
He had asked a quiet girl named Roenni to watch over Tahl. Then he'd traveled through the tunnels to the route he had mapped out last night, slipping away while the rest of the Young were celebrating their victory.
When he emerged above ground in the abandoned neighborhood at the border of Melida and Daan territory, it was still dark. A few stars still twinkled in a navy sky that shaded to gray at the horizon.
Qui-Gon had waited in the alley until he was sure all the people he'd invited had arrived. Then he walked to the partially bombed out building on the corner.
Last night he'd sent a note to Wehutti by one of the Young messengers. He had asked for a meeting between the Melida Council and the Daan Council. He had suggested that it was in their best interest to attend. He had news of the Young that they must know.
Until now, he hadn't been sure if anyone would show up. He still wasn't sure if one side or the other would try to capture him. It was a desperate gamble. He was prepared for anything. But he had to make a last try for peace before he left Melida/Daan. He had seen the heartbreak on Obi-Wan's face. He would do it for his Padawan.
Near a broken window, he paused to listen for a moment.
'And where is the Jedi?' a voice asked coldly. 'If this is another dirty Melida trick, I swear by the honored memory of our martyrs that we will retaliate.'
'A dirty Daan trick, more likely.' Qui-Gon recognized Wehutti's voice. 'For it's a coward's trick, worthy of your worthless ancestors, to lure your enemy to a meeting under false pretenses. Our troops can be here in seconds.'
'And what will they do? Throw pebbles?' The other voice was amused. 'Didn't the Melida blow up their own weapons stores, fearing the attacking Daan?'
'And didn't the Daan allow their own stores to be stolen right under their noses?' Wehutti snapped.
Qui-Gon knew it was time for him to enter. He climbed over a half-demolished wall. The Melida council members stood on one side of theroom, heavily armed and dressed in plastoid armor. The Daan stood on the opposite side, almost identically dressed and armed. Each member of each group bore scars and signs of healed wounds. Several were missing limbs, or breathed through breath masks. It was hard to tell the two ravaged groups apart.
'No tricks, no stratagems,' Qui-Gon said, striding to the middle of the room. 'And if Melida and Daan will cooperate, I won't take up too much time, either.'
The Daan council members looked as skeptical as the Melida, Qui-Gon thought as he surveyed the room. At least the two groups had something in common: distrust.
'What news of the Young have you brought us?' Wehutti asked impatiently.
'And why should we care what children do?' an elder Daan asked contemptuously.
'Because yesterday they made you look like fools,' Qui-Gon answered mildly. He waited out the indrawn breaths and looks of avid hatred directed his way. 'And, on a more practical note, they have stolen most of your weapons,' he added. 'They have asked for disarmament, and you have ignored them. Obviously, they are quite capable of getting what they want.'
'All we have to do is walk in and take back our weapons,' the Daan leader said, rasping through a breath mask.'Candy from a baby.'
'I warn you,' Qui-Gon said, turning to catch the eye of everyone in the room. 'Do not underestimate the Young. They have learned how to fight from you. They have learned determination from you. And they have their own ideas.'
'Is this what you brought us here to hear?' the Daan leader growled.'If so, I have heard enough.'
'For once, I agree with Gueni,' Wehutti said, referring to the Daan in the breath mask. 'This is a waste of time.'
'I must urge you to reconsider,' Qui-Gon said. 'If you form a coalition government, you might be able to take
