plugs. It was a strange landscape, an odd combination of different geologies jumbled together in a way Lumi-nara had not encountered previously.
'Why is he so stressed all the time?' Leaning up against the viann of the saddle that the guides had uncinched and removed from her ruminating mount, she chewed on the stick of nut-flavored nutrient and waited for her tea to get hot.
The central campfire was reflected in Obi-Wan's eyes. 'Anakin? As is common in such instances, there's more than one reason. For one thing, he feels obligated to excel. This is largely a product of his difficult upbringing, so different from that of the average Padawan. Also, he misses many things.'
'Anyone who trains to become Jedi knows they will have to give up many things.'
He nodded in agreement. 'He fears he will never see his mother, whom he loves very much, ever again.'
'That was a terrible mistake. Force-sensitive infants are re moved from their families before they can form such dangerously lasting attachments.' She sounded momentarily wistful. 'I sometimes wonder what my own mother is doing, even at this moment, as we sit here discussing such things. I wonder if she is thinking the same thing about me.' She looked away, off into the darkening prairie. 'What about you, Obi-Wan? Do you ever think of your parents?'
'I have too much else to think about. Besides, every Jedi who is given charge of an apprentice has become a kind of parent. Being one leaves me with no time to think of my own. When such feelings do intrude, I find myself thinking of my teachers or Master Qui-Gon, and not my birth parents. Sometimes-sometimes I wonder if it isn't a flaw in Jedi training to take infants from their families.'
'The proof of the truth lies in the success of the system. That, no one can doubt.'
'I suppose,' he replied. With a slight smile he added, 'No Jedi would be a true devotee who didn't question the system, along with everything else.'
She looked to her right, to the other side of the camp. 'Your Anakin may be subject to many flaws, but an unwillingness to question things certainly isn't one of them. Will he ever see his mother again, do you think?' she asked thoughtfully.
'Who can say? If it were up to him, he would. But it's not up to him, any more than the direction of my future travelings are up to me. We go where the Council sends us. Better to ask such questions of Master Yoda than me.' Again the sly smile. 'Ask him if he thinks of his own birth parents.'
She had to laugh. 'Master Yoda's parents! Now we are talking of ancient history indeed.' Her tone grew serious again. 'Master Yoda has, so it is said, more important things on his mind these days.'
He smiled thinly. 'Always. This fermenting secessionist busi ness foremost among them. Shifting, unpredictable alliances in the Senate itself. As for Anakin, there are other things occupying his thoughts besides his mother. I can sense the turmoil that bubbles inside him. But when I bring it up, he refuses to acknowledge that such disturbances even exist. Strange, how he is willing to question the validity of everything but his own inner uncertainties.'
'Ah.' Reaching down, she picked up the self-heating tumbler of hot Ansionian tea. It was black and sweet, with a distinc tive tang of the open plains. Everything here tasted of the prairie, she was coming to realize. 'Given so much powerful self-denial, do you really think he can become a full Jedi Knight?'
'I don't know. I really don't know. But I promised Master Qui-Gon that I would try my best to make it happen. To that end I have disagreed, before the Council, with Master Yoda himself. Yes, I have my doubts. But a promise is a promise. If Anakin succeeds in overcoming his own internal demons, he will make a great Jedi, and Master Qui-Gon's judgment will be vindicated.'
'And you? What of your judgment, Obi-Wan?'
'I try not to make judgments.' Rising, he dusted off his robe. 'Anakin knows he has problems. I teach, I advise, I offer a sympathetic ear. But in the end, only Anakin can decide what Anakin will become. I think he knows that, but refuses to accept it. He wants me, or someone else, to make everything right, from his mother's condition to the condition of the galaxy.' The smile widened slightly. 'As you may have noted, he can be very headstrong when there is something that he wants.'
'I would prefer to think 'resolute.' ' She lowered the tum bler from her lips. Steam rose from the container, snaking slowly up in front of her face, blurring the distinct outlines of the tattoos on her chin. 'What's the biggest problem? His mother? The deliberate pace of his education?'
'If I knew that, I would try to cure it. I think it is buried much deeper. So deep he isn't even aware of it himself. Someday it will come out.' He turned and started to walk away. 'When it does, I have a feeling it will make for some interesting times.'
'Is that a feeling that emanates from the Force?' she called after him.
'No.' Glancing back over his shoulder, he smiled one more time. 'It's a feeling that emanates from Obi-Wan Kenobi.'
She was alone only for a moment. Holding her own tumbler, Barriss sat down beside her. The Padawan's gaze followed the retreating Jedi. 'What were you and Obi-Wan discussing, Master?'
Luminara leaned back against the comforting, supportive arc of the viann. On the other side of the camp, a suubatar bayed at one of the two half-moons that hung in the sky like the stolen earrings of an abdicated queen.
'Nothing of significance to you, my dear.'
Unsatisfied with this response, but understanding that it meant she should probe no farther, Barriss tilted back her head to study the night sky. Brilliant with distant, steadily shining stars, it was unmarred by cloud or corruption. Unlike the aging, stumbling Republic, she reflected worriedly.
'So many stars, Master. So many planets, many with their own individual sentient species, cultures, attitudes. Some part of the Republic, others independent, still others as yet unexplored or undiscovered. I look forward to visiting as many of them as possible.' Her eyes dropped to meet those of the older woman. 'It's one of the main reasons I enjoy being a Jedi.'
Luminara laughed. Her laugh was not soft and subtle, as one might have expected, but robust, even startling.
