middle shoulders and rear haunches, a second swayback would accommodate a sizable pack of supplies. Having been negotiated for and priced, these were in the process of being loaded onto the complaisant animals by the merchant's busy underlings.
'Food, water, accessories: all has been acquired and ac counted for, Master Barriss.' Bulgan had his own booted, long-toed feet thrust forward in stirrups that were slung on either side of the suubatar's neck, instead of hanging downward. The smooth arch of the saddle behind him cradled his crippled back. 'Ahhhh-haja!' he exclaimed with evident pleasure. 'To sit like this brings back many memories.'
Following Kyakhta's instructions, Luminara straddled her own mount. Despite its height, she had no trouble doing so. First, because it was presently crouched down awaiting its rider, and second, because the body was lean and narrow. The reason for the saddle became immediately apparent. Without it, one would be seated directly atop the line of protruding vertebrae.
'Elup!' Kyakhta barked. Starting from the front, the suu- batar rose one set of legs at a time: front, middle, and finally rear. The reason for the high-arching leather curve at the back of the saddle was now clear. With no support behind her, the angle of ascent would have sent Luminara bouncing down the creature's spine all the way to the ground.
Though each boasted its own pattern of dark green stripes set against short soft fur, all six animals were the same underlying light bronze color. The combination would allow them, despite their size and visibility, to blend in well with their prairie land surroundings. Expecting the suubatars to be typical grazing herbivorous creatures, Luminara was surprised to learn that they were in fact omnivores, able to survive on a wide variety of foods. Their long, slim jaws were hinged at the bottom, allowing for an enormous if narrow gape that could swallow astonishingly large fruits or prey in a single gulp. The four front canines protruded above and below the jaws, giving their owners a fearsome appearance that belied their placid nature.
'Of course, these are domesticated individuals,' Bulgan told her, divining her thoughts. 'Wild suubatars have been known to attack and destroy entire caravans.'
'That's reassuring.' Bobbing from side to side atop his pa tient mount, Anakin was struggling to maintain his balance. Kyakhta noted the trouble he was having and came alongside.
'You're sitting up too straight, Master Anakin. Lean back into the viann, the saddle support. There, that's it. See how your legs now thrust naturally into the forward stirrups?'
'But I can't see as well in this position,' the Padawan com plained, struggling to hang on to the double set of reins.
'I think we're high up enough to see anything of impor tance,' Obi-Wan told him. He lay back in the saddle as one to the manner born. 'Look on this as another unexpected episode in your education.'
'I'd rather be educated in a late-model landspeeder,' Anakin grumbled. But Kyakhta was right. The more he leaned back and trusted the saddle, the sturdier and more stable he felt. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Could he trust himself to a strange, alien animal? The suu batars were certainly handsome creatures, with their protruding silver-flecked eyes, single wide flaring nostril, and smooth skulls. Their ears were set flush against their skulls and unlike the Ansio-nians, they had no manes. The striped fur was short and dense, evolved to provide maximum insulation with minimum wind resistance. Tails were leg- length but as slender as the rest of the beast. Everything about the creatures spoke to one end.
Speed.
'Everyone ready?' Holding his steed's reins effortlessly in one hand, Kyakhta looked back at his companions. Bulgan sig naled that the last of the supplies had been loaded. 'Then let's go and find the Borokii!' Facing forward, he slapped his mount on the smooth back of its neck and shouted sharply, 'Elup!'
The suubatar seemed to rise from the ground. In reality, it had simply launched into the requested gallop. The six- legged gait was extraordinarily smooth, Luminara noted delightedly. There was little sensation of jouncing or jolting. Leaning back in the saddle's viann, her fine, strong legs thrust calf-length into the deep leather stirrups, she watched the city fly past. Sluggish pedestrians had to scramble to get out of their way.
Far sooner than she expected, they sped beneath the high- arching Govialty Gate of the old city and found themselves on a dirt road leading westward. Kyakhta came pounding up alongside her. Despite what struck the Jedi as an extreme pace, she noted that his mount was not even breathing hard.
'Are you comfortable, then, Master Luminara?' The guide shouted to make himself heard.
'It's wonderful!' she yelled back. 'Like riding on a cloud made of spun Dramassian silk!' Outside the city walls, they were exposed to the near-constant winds that circled the planet endlessly. Cool air rushed past her face, the suubatar's long, narrow, slightly triangular skull parting it like the prow of a ship.
A glance back showed Barriss hanging on for dear life, while Anakin's expression alternated between grim determination and youthful alarm. She would have laughed, had it not been unseemly. As for Obi-Wan Kenobi, he sat serenely in his embroidered saddle, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed. His reins lay secured to the pommel-like brace in front of him. He might as well, she thought with some astonishment, have been sitting in a first-class seat on a starliner. She had known many Jedi, but never one so composed in the face of the unexpected.
'Kyakhta!' she called out to the rider galloping alongside her. 'It's good to leave the city behind so swiftly, but aren't you concerned about overexerting our mounts? Won't this pace tire them quickly?'
'Overexerting? Tire?' From his saddle, he eyed her quizzi cally. Then realization dawned. 'Ou, you do not understand. But that is reasonable. None of you have ever seen a suubatar before, much less ridden one.' Pulling his slim legs and feet free of his stirrups, he stood up on the back of his pounding steed and looked back the way they had come, holding on to the crest of the viann for balance. 'No one pursues us, but of one thing I'm sure: Bossban Soergg is not snoring this business away.' Sitting back down and resuming his former riding posture, he smiled at her anew. 'You're sure you are comfortable?'
'It feels almost natural. As I told you, I'm enjoying it.'
He performed the Ansionian equivalent of a nod. 'Then there's no need for us to continue dawdling here.' Raising his voice and freeing his feet from the stirrups, he leaned forward once again and shouted, 'Elup!' At the same time he kicked his mount sharply with his heels, making contact simultaneously on both front shoulders.
'By the Force!' Anakin exclaimed as he grabbed for something to brace himself with. Barriss started laughing wildly, the acceleration sending her cowl and the folds of her robes streaming backward like flames. Obi-Wan deigned to wake up.
