Kyakhta and Bulgan rode proudly out front, full of pride at having participated in so momentous a moment in the history of the Alwari. As had become his habit, Tooqui traveled with Bar-riss, scrambling all over her towering suubatar from head to hindquarters. The patient steed tolerated the Gwurran's antics without complaint.
'A great accomplishment, Master.' Her suubatar loping along effortlessly alongside Luminara's, Barriss spoke from her saddle. Experience had made her comfortable with the rocking motion, and she rode with the ease of a prosperous merchant.
'An accomplishment.' Luminara was willing to concede that much. 'A job well done. 'Greatness' is a description best re served for the ages. Everyone thinks their own achievements worthy of memorializing, but time tends to treat such things unkindly. After a hundred years, most such 'accomplishments' have been marginalized. In a thousand, they are generally forgotten.' Seeing the look on the Padawan's face, she made an effort to sound more upbeat.
'That doesn't mean what we did here was unimportant. Our history is only yesterday, and yesterdays matter. Besides, we are none of us historians. Who is to say what is crucial to the history of civilization and what isn't? Not ordinary Jedi. That's for the Council and professional historians to decide. What is important is that we accomplished what we came all this way to do, and that as few sentients as possible died in the realizing of it.'
Barriss spent a moment digesting this. Then her smile re turned. 'Whatever else anyone says about what we did here, I think holding off not one but two opposing armies without killing anyone on either side qualifies as something special. You were amazing, Master. Most of the time I was too busy to watch, but I had glimpses enough. I've never seen anyone so calm and so fearless under such pressure.'
'Calm? Fearless?' Luminara laughed. 'There were moments when I was scared to death, Padawan. The trick at such times is not to show it. Always know where in your mental closet you've hung your bravery, Barriss, so you can put it on whenever you need it.'
She nodded. 'I will remember that, Master.'
And she always would, Luminara knew. A fine apprentice, Bar riss. Tending a bit to the pessimistic at times, but a devoted student. Not like that Anakin Skywalker. Greater potential there, but also greater uncertainty. She had observed him during the battle. More than any other non-Jedi she had ever known, she would have wanted him defending her back. It was what he might do after such battles that concerned her. More than a bit of an enigma, that young man. That was not only her opinion. Obi-Wan had indicated as much to her on more than one occasion. But he had also insisted that the boy held within him the potential for greatness.
Well, as she had just more or less told Barriss, that was one of those outcomes only time could decide. Skywalker was not her responsibility, and she was glad of it. She was not sure she would have been as patient with him as was Obi-Wan. An unusual teacher for an unusual student, she reflected. She urged her suu-batar to lengthen its stride slightly.
Unity delegate Fargane's stomach was not all that was growl ing. The senior delegate was tired. Tired, and angry. He missed his home in distant Hurkaset, he missed his relatives, and the family business never did as well without him around to dispense the worldly advice of which he was a master. It was all the fault of these representatives of the turgid, pompous Republic Senate. These 'Jedi.' Prior to their arrival on Ansion, delegate Ranjiyn had declared that their reputation preceded them. Well, haja, as far as Fargane was concerned, their reputation had receded with them. They had been accorded respect and greeted as potential saviors of the peace, only to vanish into the endless plains of Ansion.
It was time to make a decision. Though he was still not cer tain which way he intended to vote, he was certain of one thing: that vote was long overdue. He said as much to his colleagues.
'They are still out there somewhere,' delegate Tolut in sisted. 'We should maybe wait a little longer.' Standing by the third-floor window, the bulky Armalat gazed pensively northward. Even his patience was beginning to wear thin. During their only encounter, the Jedi had impressed him mightily. But clever parlor tricks were no substitute for substance. Where were they- and more important, where was the treaty they had promised that would at last settle long- standing matters of disagreement between the city folk of the Unity and the Alwari nomads?
'I'll tell you where they are.' Everyone turned toward the speaker. As official observer for a coalition of Cuipernam merchants, Ogomoor had no power to affect the proceedings of the Unity Council. He could only offer an opinion. But as day after day continued to pass with neither sign nor word from the visiting Jedi, his views acquired greater and greater weight.
'They've gone.'
The human delegate Dameerd frowned. 'You mean they've left Ansion?'
Soergg's majordomo feigned indifference. 'Who knows? I mean that they are no longer with us. There are other ports be sides Cuipernam, and a good ship can touch down anywhere. Perhaps they've gone back to Coruscant, or perhaps they're dead. Either way, they've failed to deliver on what they promised: the acceptance by the Alwari of a new social understanding on Ansion.' He gestured meaningfully. 'How much longer will you delay? However you vote on this matter of secession, this eternal uncertainty is bad for business.'
'I am in full agreement with you there,' Fargane huffed.
Ranjiyn eyed the senior delegate respectfully. 'I concede that a decision should be made. Ansion's future waits on those of us gathered here.'
A conflicted Tolut tried to stall. 'Can't we give these well- meaning visitors a little more time?'
'Who says they are well meaning?' Kandah snapped. 'Shall we let them define themselves? They serve other masters. The Jedi Council, the Republic Senate, perhaps others. They do as they are told. If they have been told to leave without speaking to us, I would not be surprised. It would be characteristic of the kind of long-winded political maneuvering so typical of the Senate.' Her voice rose angrily. 'I don't like being treated in this manner!'
'By the end of the week, then.' Ranjiyn was insistent. 'I say that if we have not heard anything from them by then, we should take the vote.'
'Well!' muttered Volune aloud. 'A decision at last. While I tend to agree with Fargane that too much time has been wasted on this matter already, I will accede to that timetable.' He looked over at the senior delegate, human eyes meeting those of the slightly shorter Ansionian. 'Fargane?'
The representative made a gurgling noise in his throat. 'More time wasted. Haju, very well. But no longer,' he con cluded warningly. 'Tolut?'
