'I don't trust him,' Obi-Wan said as soon as the doors closed behind them.
'Ask for your trust I do not,' Yoda said. 'Asking for your help I am.
No matter his past, help us Lorian Nod can.'
'He could have been sent here by Dooku,' Obi-Wan said. 'This could be a trick.'
'Unlikely it is,' Yoda said.
'Qui-Gon told me that Dooku and Lorian Nod were bitter enemies,'
Obi-Wan said. 'Why would Dooku trust him now?'
'He said that Dooku didn't trust him,' Anakin said. 'But he needs him.
Alliances are seldom based on trust, only need.'
Yoda nodded. 'Wise, your Padawan is. Think I do that best for this assignment, you are. If refuse you must, understand I will.'
'What is it you wish us to do?'
'Travel to Null. This thread you must follow. Discover if Lorian is truthful. On this, the downfall of Dooku could depend.'
Chapter 21
Null was a world of forests and mountains. It had no large cities, only small mountain villages, each so fiercely individualistic that attempts at alliances had always failed. There was a planet-wide government and a system of laws, but crimes tended to be solved among villagers according to an ancient tradition of fierce, swift retaliation that left no witnesses.
It was a perfect world for Dooku's hidden retreat. The villagers had a fierce sense of privacy and kept his comings and goings secret.
As Obi-Wan guided the small cruiser to the landing platform, he deliberately looped around the coordinates of Dooku's villa. Dooku had taken over the cliffside dwelling of a monarch who had reigned hundreds of standard years before. It had originally been built of stone, but Dooku had faced it in durasteel that was the exact gray of the mountain cliffs. The durasteel had been treated so that it did not gleam. It seemed to suck in light rather than reflect it. If Obi-Wan had not been looking for the villa, he would have missed it.
Obi-Wan guided the cruiser to the landing platform. They stood, feeling a bit odd in their clothes. They were dressed as hunters, with thick short cloaks made of animal skins. Hunting was the only tourist trade that Null supported. The mountains were full of wild beasts prized for their skins, especially the wily laroon. They disembarked, feeling the cold wind against their faces like a slap.
'We're scheduled to rendezvous with Nod in the Spade Forest,' Obi-Wan told Anakin as he paid a fee to an attendant droid to keep the cruiser at the platform. 'We should avoid being seen with him, even though we're in disguise. We have time to check into the inn at the village.'
Anakin nodded as he slung his pack over his shoulder. 'Just don't make me shoot anything,' he said.
Obi-Wan grinned. The small joke brought back the days when everything was easy between them.
They were below the tree line, so the path ran through a heavy forest.
The mountains rose around them, stabbing the thin air with their snowy, jagged peaks. The landing platform had been built into the largest mountain, which rose into the clouds. It was under this mountain that the village crouched.
The thick trees cleared as they walked down the mountain and the roofs of the village appeared. The buildings were made of stone and wood and were only a few stories tall.
Narrow streets wound through the cluster of buildings. The villagers seemed to rely on a sturdy native animal, the bellock, for transportation. Obi-Wan saw only a few speeders parked in yards.
Then they turned a corner and saw a cluster of gleaming speeders in front of a tall stone building, and they knew they had found the inn.
Obi-Wan and Anakin entered, keeping their hoods on. The interior lobby was scattered with seating areas made of plush materials. A fireplace twenty meters tall held a huge blazing fire that chased away the damp chill. Various beings sat around the fire, some consulting datapads, others drinking tea. By the look of their clothes, Obi-Wan guessed they were outsiders, most likely aides to the rulers of the four planets. In a dark corner a hunter sat, covered in skins, an awesome array of weapons at his feet. His bored gaze seemed to regard the sleek, sophisticated beings with contempt.
'He's got enough weapons to bring down a capital ship, let alone a laroon,' Anakin remarked in a low voice.
Obi-Wan's gaze traveled up the fireplace. The wall was fashioned of jagged stones from the mountain, fitted together in intricate patterns. He could see no evidence of mortar or joinery, but each stone nestled against each other in what must have been perfect balance.
The innkeeper smiled as he greeted Obi-Wan and Anakin. He was obviously a native Null. They were tall humanoids, easily a meter taller than Obi-Wan and Anakin. The men wore heavy beards, which they braided, and both men and women dressed in animal skins and thigh-length boots. 'I see you are admiring the stonework of the inn,'
he said. 'It is a native art. One pull of the keystone and the whole wall comes tumbling down.'
'And which is the keystone?' Obi-Wan asked.
'Ah, that is the maker's secret,' the innkeeper said. He noted their traveling clothes and sacks. 'Always glad to welcome our hunters to the inn,' he said. 'As you can see, we have important guests, very important guests. But we do not neglect our regular trade.' He pushed the data register toward Obi-Wan.
