by Timothy Zahn
“I was just wondering that myself.” Mara felt her lip twitch. “From near the mouth of the cave you can see three towers rising from the fortress: three intact and one broken.”
“Yes, I remember that from the record the Starry Ice brought back,” Luke said, his voice and emotions tight. “You suggested that the shot that took out that tower might have also gouged out some of the ravine you flew in through. Is Hijarna stone that tough?”
“I don’t know,” Mara said grimly. “But Hijarna stone plus seventeen power lines’ worth of shield generators might do the trick.”
Luke whistled softly, shaking his head. “You know, this place is starting to look more and more impregnable by the minute. I don’t think I like that.”
“I’m sure I don’t like it,” Mara retorted grimly. “Especially in potentially unfriendly hands. It’d be worse than Mount Tantiss.”
They reached the landing and the expected switchback and continued on up. For a while Mara tried to keep track of the stair count, but somewhere in the mid-two hundreds she gave up the exercise as useless.
They had passed the fourth landing when she began to detect the alien presence.
She kept at the sensation for the next few minutes until she was sure. Then, as they started to round the fifth landing, she leaned over and caught Luke’s eye. “Luke?” she murmured. “Company.”
“I know,” he murmured back. “I’ve been picking them up for a while now. We must be getting close to the inhabited parts of the High Tower.”
“The sensation seem at all familiar to you?”
“Very,” he assured her. “They’re the same species as the pilots who tried to shoot me down on my way in.”
“I’ve never gotten that close to any of this particular group,” Mara said, a sudden shiver running through her. “But I’ve definitely felt this sense before.”
Luke seemed to brace himself. “Thrawn?”
She nodded. “Thrawn.”
For a long moment they stood there in silence. “Well, you called it,” Mara reminded him. “You said that might be a group of his people in there.”
“It’s starting to look that way,” Luke said, looking up and waving toward him. “Splitter Of Stones?”
There was a rustling of wings, and the Qom Jha fluttered to a landing on one of the stairs ahead of Luke. “You said there were places where you could see or hear into the High Tower,” Luke said. “How close are we to the nearest of those?”
Splitter Of Stones began to speak. Suddenly tired of this second-class status of hers, Mara reached over and took Luke’s hand.
—not too far away, she heard the Qom Jha’s voice echoed through Luke’s mind. Two and a portion more turns.
“A portion?” Mara asked, frowning.
“The spot must be partway up one of the stairways,” Luke said, glancing at the cylinders running alongside them. “At least these power lines should help mask our life-form readings if anyone’s looking. That’s convenient.”
“It also means Artoo won’t be able to pick up much of anything, either,” Mara pointed out. “Not so convenient.”
But that will surely not be a problem for you, Child Of Winds spoke up. You have the Force.
“True,” Luke agreed.
“Some of us more than others, of course,” Mara added, suppressing a grimace. As he had on that trek across Wayland ten years ago, Luke had been giving her more or less nonstop Jedi instruction during the trip through these caverns. But despite those efforts, she was apparently no closer to hearing this weird Force-driven communication of the Qom Jha and Qom Qae than she’d been when she first arrived on the planet.
And it was starting to bug her. It was starting to really bug her. What did she have to do to break through this invisible barrier to full Jedi powers, anyway?
She didn’t have an answer. Luke might, but she didn’t. And there was no way in the galaxy she was going to ask him. Not anytime soon, anyway.
Disgustedly, she let go of his hand. “Well, come on,” she growled. “If we’re going to do this, let’s do it.”
“Right,” Luke said. If he’d picked up on her sudden sour mood, he didn’t comment on it. “Okay, Splitter Of Stones, let’s go. And warn your people to be especially quiet from this point on.”
They resumed their climb. Mara followed along behind Luke, putting one foot in front of the other strictly on autopilot, her full attention turned outward as she stretched out to the alien presences growing steadily closer. None seemed to be very close, but from past experience she knew that with unfamiliar alien minds apparent distances could be misleading.
Two and a third flights of stairs later, as promised, they reached Splitter Of Stones’s observation post.
“That’s an exit, all right,” Mara muttered, peering into the alcove that opened off to the side of the stairway. Roughly three meters wide and one deep, it ended in a door-shaped panel made of black stone equipped with a locking wheel and a pair of hand-grip releases. In the center of the panel was a tiny hole through which an equally tiny ray of reddish light shone through. “Looks like it swings outward.”
“Yes,” Luke murmured back, stepping into the alcove for a closer look. “Interesting, this locking wheel. Why lock it from this side?”
“Maybe it was for the exclusive use of certain high-ranking parties who wanted everyone else kept out,” Mara said, stretching out with the Force. The alien presence was still pervasive, but still muted. “If you want to give it a try, this is probably as good a time as any.”
“Right.” For a moment Luke held his face against the door, peering through the peephole. Then, gripping the wheel, he turned it to the left.
Mara winced in anticipation, but the screech of rusted metal she’d expected didn’t happen. In fact, the muted sound struck her as more like pieces of polished stone sliding smoothly against each other. Luke finished turning the wheel, then took hold of the two grip releases. “Here we go,” he muttered, and squeezed.
Whoever had designed the self-lubrication for the locking wheel had apparently also designed the hinges. Again with only the faint rumble of stone against stone, the door swung open.
Mara was through the opening before the door had finished its swing, blaster in hand, her senses stretched fully alert.
They were at the end of a fairly wide corridor, she saw, that stretched for perhaps twenty meters before opening into an open, atriumlike area with a wide central pillar running vertically through it from which pale reddish light was streaming. Spaced along each side of the corridor were five recessed doors, each flanked by two of the wall sconces that they’d seen in the underground room below. Unlike those, though, the upper sections of these sconces were glowing with a muted white light, the illumination adding to the dimmer red coming from the pillar in the atrium. The corridor’s floor and ceiling were covered in an intricate pattern of tiny interlocked tiles, while the walls were a contrasting plain silvery metal.
From the entryway behind her came a soft twitter. “Artoo says the red light is the same spectrum as the sun,” Luke said from her side. “Either we’re near the top or they’re piping the light down here.”
“I’d guess the latter,” Mara said. “The decor’s a surprise—the Hijarna fortress is nothing but plain black stone. Feel like a little reconnoiter?”
“Sure,” Luke said. “Splitter Of Stones, if you or the others know anything about the High Tower you haven’t told us, this is the time to do it.”
There were more of the Qom Jha chirps and almostspeech; and abruptly all eight of them flapped past Mara and headed down the corridor. Reaching the end, they split up and vanished off in different directions. “He said they don’t know anything more,” Luke told Mara, “but that they’re eager to learn.”
“As long as they don’t bring the locals down on us,” Mara said, flicking off her glow rod and sliding it away into a pocket. “You’d probably better leave the droid here.”
“I was planning to,” Luke said. “A
rtoo, get back in the alcove out of sight and close the door. Child Of Winds—no, you stay here with Artoo.”
There was an obvious complaint from the young Qom Qae. “Not now,” Luke said firmly. “Later, maybe, but not now. Come on, Mara.”
They headed out along the corridor, Child Of Winds still fussing behind them. “Looks like a residential area,” Luke commented, nodding toward the doors they were passing.
“Yes,” Mara said, frowning at the central pillar they were approaching. As they neared it she could see that it was shaped like a giant circular stairway, except with a smooth ramp instead of a staircase spiraling around it. And the edge—“Is that ramp moving?”
“It does look like it,” Luke said, craning his neck. “Like a spiral slideway going up.”
They reached the end of the corridor, and Mara eased an eye around the corner. More corridors like the one they were in were visible, spreading out like sunburst rays centered on the open area around the spiral slideway. “Definitely a barracks section,” she said. “I wonder where the down ramp is.”
“It’s on the inside half of the up ramp,” Luke said, pointing. “See—that inner section is going down?”
“I see it.” Mara nodded. “Must be tricky getting across the up ramp when you want to get off.”
“We’ll probably get a chance to try it,” Luke said, stepping close to Mara and putting his arm around her shoulder. She frowned at him, opened her mouth to ask what he was doing—
—no one, Keeper Of Promises’s voice came as the Qom Jha fluttered into sight from one of the other corridors. Some of the other passages end in walls, but most continue on into other such caverns.
“Did you see anyone?” Mara asked.
We saw no one, Keeper Of Promises said in the slightly miffed tone of someone who’s been asked a question he’s already answered.
“Thank you.” Luke tilted his head to look at Mara. “What do you want? Up or down?”
“Up,” Mara said, easing away from him. It was always a little disconcerting to look at someone whose face was barely fifteen centimeters away. “All the command rooms and other interesting stuff at Hijarna were on the upper floors.”
“Up it is,” Luke said, releasing his grip on her and crossing to the spiral slideway. “Looks clear,” he added, looking cautiously up into the opening as Mara joined him. “You picking up any danger?”
“No more than I have been for the past ten minutes,” Mara said. “Sure, let’s try it.”
“Right.” Luke waved at Keeper Of Promises. “Come on, Qom Jha—we’re heading up.”
They stepped onto the outer section of the slideway, both of them stumbling slightly as their bodies were forced to catch up with suddenly moving feet. “It definitely feels like we’re getting closer to the aliens,” Luke commented as the group of Qom Jha flapped past on their way to the next level. “I just wish I had a better benchmark for the species.”
“Yes, it’d be nice to know how close they actually were,” Mara agreed, watching above them as the Qom Jha split up again and headed off in all directions. One of the reinforcements—Flyer Through Spikes, Mara tentatively identified him—reappeared overhead as she and Luke reached the level, jabbering away. “He says they’ve found no one up here, either,” Luke reported. “Splitter Of Stones has suggested—”
The flare of her danger sense was Mara’s only warning. “Luke!”
“Down!” Luke snapped, igniting his lightsaber.
Mara was already dropping to one knee, spinning around as her eyes and blaster searched for a target. A movement just inside one of the corridors caught her eye—she tracked her blaster toward it—
And abruptly the world exploded into a flash of brilliant blue.
Instinctively, she ducked away from the bolt, her blaster spitting return fire. Another blue flash changed to green as Luke’s lightsaber slashed across it, deflecting the bolt across the room. There was another blue flash, again caught by the lightsaber blade. Mara fired twice, had the satisfaction of seeing the half-hidden gunman duck back—
“Behind you!” Luke barked.
Mara dropped from her kneeling crouch to land flat on her stomach on the ramp, twisting around to face the other direction as she did so. Two burgundy-uniformed gunmen were visible back there, sprinting from the end of one of the corridors toward the protection of something that looked like a small service vehicle. She fired two shots—missed with both—
And abruptly one of the gunmen stopped dead in his tracks, raising his weapon toward her in a two-handed grip. Mara tracked her blaster toward him, a small part of her mind noting the blue skin of his face and hands and the glowing red eyes glaring out at her—
“Watch out!”
But the warning came too late. Even as Mara fired again and then twisted around to search out the new threat there was another flash of blue—
And a lance of agony jabbed into her right shoulder.
She might have gasped in pain; she wouldn’t remember later whether she had or not. But suddenly Luke was crouching on the slideway beside her, his surge of fear dimly sensed through the waves of pain hammering at her. His hand briefly probed the area of the wound, and she could feel the pain ease somewhat as the Force flowed from him into her. “What do you think?” she managed through clenched teeth. “We seen enough for this pass?”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, his lightsaber humming angrily as he swatted more of the blue blasts.
“Then—”
She blinked in surprise. Above her was the edge of one of the fortress floors; but it was pulling up and away from her. Even now, she could see, they were coming down to the level they’d started from. “How’d we get to the down part of the slideway?” she asked.
“You rolled onto it when you were hit,” he told her, shifting his hand from her neck to a supporting grip cradling her shoulders. “Don’t you remember?”
She shook her head. The movement sent a fresh surge of agony through her shoulder. “Combat reflex, I guess. Wait—my blaster!”
“It’s all right—Keeper Of Promises picked it up,” Luke assured her, shutting down his lightsaber. He half rose from his crouch, and she could feel herself also rising in the eerily intangible grip of the Force. “Here we go.”
The level they’d come in on was starting to move past them now. Stretching out to the Force, carrying Mara with him, Luke leaped over the up section of the slideway to land on the solid floor beyond. Cradling her in both arms, he hurried down the corridor toward their hidden door.
“Look, I can walk on my own,” Mara growled, glancing back over Luke’s shoulder as he ran. Some of the Qom Jha were visible coming up behind them, but so far there was no sign of other pursuit. “You don’t have to carry me—”
“Don’t argue,” Luke bit out, his mind frothing with concern and worry. “I just hope Artoo didn’t lock the door—ah.”
Ahead, the door was swinging ponderously open toward them, pushed by an obviously straining Child Of Winds. Trying to work past her pain, Mara stretched out to the door with the Force, giving him as much assistance as she could manage. The droid, rolling forward to help, squawked in surprise and hastily backed up just in time as Luke and Mara charged in, followed by four of the Qom Jha.
Seal the door, Mara heard Splitter Of Stones’s order through Luke’s mind as the Qom Jha flapped madly to a halt.
“What about the others?” Luke asked as two of the Qom Jha landed on the hand grips and began tugging.
They have gone into the other passages, Splitter Of Stones said. They will try to lead the Threateners away from this area.
“We can hope,” Luke said as the door swung back into place. “Seal the door—I’m going to take Mara down to that last landing.”
“No—go up,” Mara said, digging out her glow rod with her left hand as Luke started down the stairs. “If they find the door, they’ll probably assume we went down.”
“Makes sense,” Luke agreed, turning and heading up. “Artoo, y
ou make sure they get it sealed and then stand guard.”
A minute later they’d reached the landing. “I wish we still had our bedrolls,” Luke said as he laid her carefully down on the cold stone and took the glow rod from her. “How does it feel?”
“Like someone’s roasting an Ewok in there,” Mara told him. “Not as bad as it was, though. Is that a pain-suppression trick you’re using on me?”
“For what it’s worth,” Luke said, sticking the glow rod between his teeth and stripping off his jacket. “It’s not nearly as effective on someone else as it is on yourself,” he added, talking around the glow rod as he bunched the jacket and slid it under her head as a pillow.
“I knew there was something else I should have stuck around the academy long enough to learn,” she said, hissing between her teeth as Luke set the glow rod down on her chest and began carefully pulling the burned edges of cloth away from the wound. “I don’t suppose you offer a crash course.”
“I usually like to ease into that lesson a little more gradually.” Luke’s lip twitched. “Ouch.”
Mara looked down at her shoulder, and immediately wished she hadn’t. “ ‘Ouch’ doesn’t even begin to cover it,” she told him, feeling a little sick as she resolutely turned her eyes away. The burn was a lot nastier than she’d guessed. “I think I’ve just decided I’m going to miss the medpac more than I am the bedrolls.”
“Don’t give up just yet,” Luke soothed. His fingers were stroking the skin of her shoulder and neck; and as they did so the pain again decreased. “I know a couple more tricks.”
“That feels good,” Mara said, closing her eyes.
“I’m putting you into a healing trance,” Luke explained, his voice sounding oddly distant. “It can be a little slow, but sometimes it’s as effective as a bacta tank.”
“I hope this is one of those times,” Mara murmured. Suddenly she was feeling very tired. “Yet another wonderful Jedi trick you’ll have to teach me sometime. ’Night, Luke. Don’t forget to wake me if the bad guys crash the party.”
