As their eyes adjusted, they spotted long red lines glowing on the tunnel ceiling, well above the water. Gann played a torch beam on the rock, revealing unbroken, close- bundled tendrils of red and green. 'Sekot sends these through the rivers and tunnels and caverns,' he said reverently. 'All parts of the planet are connected.'
'Except for the south,' Jabitha said quietly. 'And why not there?' Obi-Wan asked. 'I don't know,' she said. 'Father said it was all finished down there.'
'That's where his house is,' Anakin said.
Gann broke in. 'The south died of a disease just a few months ago, the entire hemisphere,' he murmured. His face appeared ashen, features wavering in the moving lights from the boat lantern and his torch.
His hands are shaking, Obi-Wan observed.
'Was it a war?' Anakin asked.
Gann tightened his jaw muscles and shook his head. 'No,' he said. 'Just a disease.'
'You shouldn't talk any more about that,' Jabitha said. 'Even I don't know what happened down there.'
'Does your father know?' Obi-Wan asked.
She gave him a veiled look that held no small amount of anger. Best not to pursue the matter.
The river journey lasted several hours. Anakin and Jabitha sat on the bench at the bow, talking. Obi-Wan allowed his eyes to linger on the tendrils that glowed like tracer shells frozen in flight.
Wherever their destination was, a Sekotan air transport could have easily carried them there in a few minutes. The settlers were hoping to keep a few secrets from their clients. Or perhaps they understood the value of ritual.
Personally Obi-Wan found ritual a bore. Jedi training was remarkably free from it-only the greatest moments were so marked.
When conversation with Anakin lagged, Jabitha worked intricate geometric puzzles from a small lamina box she carried in her cloak. When she placed the box on the bench of the boat, Anakin noticed that a corner of the box fastened to the lamina of the bench. And when she finished a puzzle, the pieces re-formed into new shapes. She would never have to work the same puzzle twice.
Communication, coordination, constant touch-these people had harnessed a marvelous network of living creatures that seemed, all of them, intimately related, like a huge family.
How much more disturbing it must have been, then, for lit erally half the family to die of disease! Or to face the destruction caused by whatever energies had gouged the planet to bedrock along the equator.
Perhaps this journey was devious not because of a misplaced sense of ritual, but because of fear.
Chapter 33
Your ship has arrived at the northern plateau,' Captain Kett told Sienar. 'We've received a laser beacon signal from Ke Daiv himself. The protocol droid has established its credentials and presented him. He is awaiting transport to Middle Distance.'
Kett preceded the commander down the bright corridor leading to the Admiral Korvin's shuttle bay.
Sienar nodded absently at the news. He was about to inspect the squadron. If Ke Daiv failed to buy a Sekotan ship, the next step would be all too Tarkinish: a show of power diplomacy at close quarters.
Sienar briefly gave in to a vision where he traded one Republic Dreadnought for all the ships in his squadron. Not like you to prefer the large and impressive. Tarkin's thinking getting to you'? Not sure Ke Daiv will succeed? Subtlety will win this day. You have what you need.
He was confident he could make what he had seem a very tangible threat, under the circumstances. Something has burned them already. Once burned, perhaps twice cowed.
Unless they've faced an even greater threat. . and prevailed.
But he could not see how that was possible. The planet was only very lightly developed and sparsely settled. It was practically virgin territory. Who would bother to mount a planet-scarring invasion?
They walked up the short ramp into the diminutive shuttle.
Kett absorbed the long pause philosophically. He was growing accustomed to this commander's style, though he did not like it. Sienar pulled back his long coat and sat in the central chair, with a good view of the slowly precessing star field beyond the shuttle's long, sloping nose. 'Anything more on those gouges?'
'No, sir.'
'Battle scars?' he mused. They had reminded him of snips made along puckered flesh by an expert surgeon.
'I believe they will prove to be geological anomalies,' Kett said.
'Maintain squadron distance and keep all intership communication to a minimum,' Sienar said. 'I want no one scanning that planet. We are not here. Send a specific directive to all ships reminding them of that.'
'Yes, sir.'
'We're very close,' Sienar said, rubbing his hands on his elbows. They were unaccountably damp with sweat. 'I will not tolerate any mistakes.'
Chapter 34
