hammer repeatedly at their elevated blades.
When the defenders had been driven halfway across the room, the lightsaber Master called the exercise to a halt and had the groups reverse positions.
Now it was those who had defended who attacked, the blades of light thrumming and grating riotously against one another, auras merging, filling the air of the training room with blinding flashes of illumination.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan watched from an observation gallery set slightly above the room's padded floor, deep within the pyramid that was the Jedi Temple's towering base. The exercise had been going on all morning, but only a few of the students showed signs of fatigue.
'I can remember this like yesterday,' Obi-Wan said.
Qui-Gon quirked a smile. 'It's a good deal of yesterdays for me, Padawan.
' Though separated by more than a score of years, they had both passed their youths in the Temple, as was the case with all Jedi, whether students, Padawans, Jedi Knights, or Masters. The Force revealed itself in infancy, and most potential Jedi were residents of the Temple by the age of six months, either discovered on Coruscant or distant worlds by full-fledged Jedi, or delivered to the Temple by family members. Tests were frequently used to establish the relative vitality of the Force residing in candidates, but those tests didn't necessarily forecast where a candidate might end up; whether he or she, human or alien, might take up the lightsaber in defense of peace and justice, or pass a lifetime of service in the Agricultural Corps, helping to feed the galaxy's poor or deprived.
'As often as I trained, I always worried that I lacked the temperament to become a Padawan, let alone a Jedi Knight,' Obi-Wan added. 'I fought harder than anyone to mask my self-doubt.' Qui-Gon glanced at him askance, his arms folded. 'If you had fought a bit harder, Padawan, you surely would have remained in the Agricultural Corps. It was when you stopped trying so hard that you found your path.' 'I couldn't keep my mind in the moment.' 'And you still can't.' Twelve years earlier, Obi-Wan had been assigned to the Agricultural Corps on the planet Bandomeer, and it was there that he had formed a connection with Qui-Gon, whose previous Padawan had fallen to the dark side of the Force and left the Jedi Order. But despite the bond he and Qui-Gon had formed, there were times when he wondered if he had the makings of a Jedi Knight.
'How do I know that the Agricultural Corps wasn't my intended path, Master? Perhaps our meeting on Bandomeer was a fork in the path I shouldn't have taken.' Qui-Gon finally turned to him. 'There are many paths to take, Obi-Wan. Not all of us are fortunate enough to find the one with heart, the path the Force has set before us. What do you find when you search your feelings about the choices you have made?' 'I feel that I've found the right path, Master.' 'I agree.' Qui-Gon clapped Obi-Wan on the shoulders, then smiled as he turned to regard the students. 'Even so, I think you would have made a good field hand.' The students were kneeling in two rows, legs tucked underneath, with feet crossed behind them. The room was still, save for the sound of the lightsaber Master's bare feet adhering to the floor mat as he sauntered between the two rows, appraising each of his students.
A Twi'lek, with slender head-tails and a heavily muscled upper body, his name was Anoon Bondara, a duelist of unparalleled skill. Qui-Gon engaged him in matches at every opportunity. For a match with Bondara, no matter how brief, was more instructive than twenty contests against lesser opponents.
The lightsaber Master stopped in front of a female human student named Darsha Assant, who happened also to be his Padawan. Bondara squatted down on his haunches to regard her at eye level.
'What were you thinking when you attacked?' 'What was I thinking, Master?
' 'What was in your thoughts? What was your intent?' 'Merely to be as forceful as possible, Master.' 'You wanted to win.' 'Not to win, Master. I wanted to strike impeccably.' Bondara made a face. 'Rid yourself of thinking.
Don't expect to win; don't expect to lose.
Expect nothing.' Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon. 'Now where have I heard that before?' Qui-Gon shushed him, without taking his eyes from Bondara, who was in motion once more.
'The lightsaber is not a weapon with which to vanquish foes or rivals,'
Bondara said. 'With it, you destroy your own greed, anger, and folly. The forger and wielder of a lightsaber must live in such a manner as to represent the annihilation of anything that impedes the path of justice and peace.' He stopped and glanced at everyone. 'Do you understand?' 'Yes, Master,' They replied in one voice.
Bondara clapped his hands together loudly. 'No, you don't.
You must learn to hold the lightsaber by loosening your grip on it. You must learn to advance rhythmically so that you will learn to produce formless rhythms. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Master,' they replied.
'No, you don't.' He scowled and sat down at the end of the rows. 'I will tell you a story.
'A human, wrongly accused of a crime, was being transported by repulsorlift vehicle across the desert wastes of a remote world, to a prison, located even deeper in the wastes. Without warning, the vehicle experienced a malfunction directly over a pit that was, in fact, the huge and ravenous mouth of a creature that inhabited the wastes.
'The sudden malfunction catapulted the human's escorts down into the mucus-coated maw of the creature. The human was also thrown from his perch.
But at the last instant he was able to grab on to the vehicle's landing strut.
Not with hands, however- for they were shackled in stun cuffs behind him- but with his teeth.
'Shortly a caravan of travelers happened by.
Lost and hungry, the travelers inquired to know the whereabouts of the closest settlement, so they might replenish their meager stores.
'The human found himself in a quandary. By failing to respond, he understood that he might be sentencing the lost travelers to certain death in the sand wastes. But merely by opening his mouth and uttering a word, he would be sentencing himself to certain death in the digestive tract of the sand creature.' Bondara paused. 'Under such circumstances, what must the human do?'
The students knew in advance that they were not likely to hear the answer from Anoon Bondara.
Getting to his feet, the lightsaber Master added, 'I will hear your responses tomorrow.' The students bowed
