'No,' the controller admitted, 'but we prefer our client transports to bring us reliable customers.'
'I will return my previous client to her homeworld, if she so desires, for free, and at no cost to you,' Charza said innocently. 'Where is she?'
There was a lengthy pause. 'That will not be necessary,' the controller said. 'Landing permission granted. Use the northern plateau. Coordinates have not changed.'
'Wastes fuel,' Charza huffed. He switched off the link. 'An equatorial landing site would be much better.'
Obi-Wan watched the surface of Zonama Sekot roll by beneath. 'Odd. I've never seen such a perfectly divided weather system.'
'It has not changed since we were last here,' Charza said.
The Star Sea Flower flashed its sublight drives for a few thousandths of a second and began the quick drop from orbit. Just as they entered the upper atmosphere, Obi-Wan thought he spotted an anomalous brown desert or rift in the wide, deep green, but it quickly passed out of view.
Atmospheric shields protected them from the buffet, and a beautiful plume of ionized air flared around the ship, blocking his view for a few seconds. When the glow cleared, the landscape below, a smooth carpet of green from orbit, quickly acquired mottled detail. Mountain ranges sparsely dotted with huge reddish boras, and valleys filled with thick green growth, stood out in shaded relief against the glancing light of a westering sun.
'Dextrorotation,' Anakin observed. 'Very little axial tilt. It looks normal enough, except for the southern weather.'
Obi-Wan nodded. Vergere had provided them with so few details that all this was new information. 'Temperature at the landing point?'
'Last time, it was above freshwater freezing,' Charza said. But only a little. The landing point is near the pole, a slender flat plateau surrounded by ice-covered seas.'
'Are the seas salty?' Anakin asked.
'I do not know,' Charza said. 'Anything I do up here, such as sending a laser beam down for spectrum analysis, becomes known to the planet's managers. They do not appreciate prying.'
'Curious,' Obi-Wan said.
'They love their secrets,' Charza said.
The northern plateau where they had been cleared to land was easily a thousand kilometers long and narrow as a finger, covered with broken blocks of snow and ice. The top of the plateau showed little relief, and the square field, beside a small cluster of hemispherical buildings, was nothing more than smooth rock cleared of snow.
Charza swung the Star Sea Flower around in a graceful arc, relying on atmospheric propulsion jets, and brought it down gently in the middle of the field. Two other ships-atmospheric transports, not spacecraft-were parked in the open at the edge of the field, both lightly dusted with snow.
Snow was falling in large rainbow-hued flakes outside the craft as Charza dropped the ramp. Food-kin retreated from the draft of frigid air. Anakin drew up his robes, slipped out of his waterproof overboots at the top of the ramp, and walked to the bottom. Obi-Wan tossed him their kits and removed his own boots.
Charza watched them, bristles and spikes knocking together in the cold.
Anakin descended the ramp, with Obi-Wan a few steps behind. He saw a single figure, heavily bundled, standing away from the overhang of the ship: their lone reception.
Charza brought the ramp up behind them, and the ship lifted a meter or so and moved slowly to its berth beside the other two vessels.
'Welcome to Zonama Sekot,' a woman's voice said through the red face filter of a snow mask. Her midnight blue eyes were barely visible above the thick heat trap. She held up her hand in brief greeting, turned before they were even close, and walked toward the nearest dome.
Anakin and Obi-Wan looked at each other, shrugged, and followed.
Chapter 17
Anakin was disappointed by both the reception and his first glimpse of life on Zonama Sekot. He had hoped for scale, spectacle, something to fit the vivid preconceptions of a twelve-year-old boy. What they saw, entering the first dome, was an empty shell, its interior so cold their breath clouded.
Obi-Wan, however, had carefully kept preconceptions from taking hold. He was open to anything, and thus found the reception and the spare quarters-if quarters they were-interesting. These people did not feel the need to impress.
The woman removed her helmet and mask and shook out a thick fall of gray-white hair. The hair quickly arranged itself into a neat spiral that hung with a springlike flex down the back of her suit. Despite the color of her hair, her face was free of wrinkles. Obi-Wan would have thought her younger than he, except for the cast of wary resentment in her deep blue eyes. She seemed very experienced, and tired.
'Rich, are we, and bored?' she asked curtly. 'Is this your son?' She pointed to Anakin.
'This is my student,' Obi-Wan said. 'I am a professional teacher.'
She shot off another question. 'What do you hope to teach him here?'
Obi-Wan smiled. 'Whether or not we are rich, we have money to buy a ship. What the boy learns here will begin with your gentle answers to our questions.'
Anakin tipped his head in her direction, showing respect, but unable to hide his disappointment.
