Fate Of The Jedi_ Abyss Part 22

"But Jacen did," Luke surmised.

"That does not mean you you must," Ryontarr said. "Once a truth is learned, it cannot be unlearned." must," Ryontarr said. "Once a truth is learned, it cannot be unlearned."

Luke furrowed his brow. "If you're trying to challenge challenge me into going inside, it won't work." me into going inside, it won't work."

Ryontarr smiled, his broad mouth just showing the tips of his sharp teeth. "Well, then I guess we can leave," he said. "Where would you like to go next?"

It was a bluff, and Luke knew it. But as Han was fond of telling him, the best time to bluff was when you knew the other guy couldn't call. And Luke couldn't couldn't call, not if he wanted to find out what had become of Jacen. call, not if he wanted to find out what had become of Jacen.

That didn't mean he had to walk in there blind, though.

Luke s.h.i.+fted his gaze to Feryl's spectral face. "What I feel feel coming from there is desire-raw, aching yearning." He put on a wry smile. "And I've reached the age where intense feelings of that kind are coming from there is desire-raw, aching yearning." He put on a wry smile. "And I've reached the age where intense feelings of that kind are always always a lot more welcome than frightening." a lot more welcome than frightening."

Feryl c.o.c.ked his head in bewilderment and looked to Ryontarr, whose own amused scowl suggested that Gotals, at least, shared that particular aspect of human aging.

Ryontarr dropped his eyes in thought and appeared content to contemplate Luke's reply for as long as it held his interest. Of course, there was no way to tell how long that might be, since every moment felt like an eternity and eternity seemed only a moment. But during the long march from the Font of power, Luke had noticed that his escorts were beginning to move at a slower, more deliberate pace, as though they were savoring every step in this strange jungle world and were determined to make sure that Luke did, too.

Whenever Luke had inquired how much time was pa.s.sing for his body, he had received the same a.s.surances: that the Force would sustain his body while he was away, and that he would know if it needed something. Pressing the matter only made things worse. They merely suggested that if he was worried about his body, he should return to it and check on its condition. They also noted that if Luke made such a journey, it would prolong the Skywalkers' stay by several days-but that was of no concern, they rea.s.sured him, because time was, after all, an illusion.

In the end, Luke had realized that he had little choice but to continue until his suspicions and sense of danger grew too strong to ignore, or he had learned what he had come to learn. The more time he spent with Ryontarr and Feryl, the more convinced he grew that the key to Jacen's fall lay somewhere beyond shadows-and it was certainly worth taking a few risks to discover it.

Finally, Ryontarr looked back to Luke. "Perhaps you do not fear what you feel, as you say. Perhaps you fear the cause cause of what you feel." of what you feel."

"I'm not that that old," Luke said. "The cause of this feeling is that I'm a human male. And I stopped being afraid of natural yearnings when I was still a teenage moisture farmer back on Tatooine." old," Luke said. "The cause of this feeling is that I'm a human male. And I stopped being afraid of natural yearnings when I was still a teenage moisture farmer back on Tatooine."

"Of course," Ryontarr acknowledged. "But you are also a human male who lost his wife not so long ago."

Luke frowned. "You think I'm afraid it's Mara Mara I feel in there?" I feel in there?"

"Are you?" Ryontarr demanded.

"Of course not."

Luke started to add that if he thought he could could see Mara again, he'd be inside the grotto in an instant. But when he turned his attention to the hunger coming from the cave, to the raw, selfish craving that was trying to pull him in, he had to wonder. The Mara he knew would never see Mara again, he'd be inside the grotto in an instant. But when he turned his attention to the hunger coming from the cave, to the raw, selfish craving that was trying to pull him in, he had to wonder. The Mara he knew would never demand demand like that, would never be so selfish and desperate. But the Mara he knew was also dead-whatever that really meant. And it was at least within the realm of possibility that what he felt reaching for him now was some lingering, primitive part of her, some childish instinct that knew only desire, that understood only what like that, would never be so selfish and desperate. But the Mara he knew was also dead-whatever that really meant. And it was at least within the realm of possibility that what he felt reaching for him now was some lingering, primitive part of her, some childish instinct that knew only desire, that understood only what she she needed, while caring nothing for the wants of others. needed, while caring nothing for the wants of others.

But if that was all that remained of his beloved Mara, would he truly want to see it? He looked back to Ryontarr, who seemed to be awaiting Luke's decision with the patience of a tree.

"Is that Mara in there?" Luke demanded. He was starting to wonder if this place was some kind of spiritual limbo, where the presences of the dead were torn down so they could be returned to the Force. "Is that what you're telling me?"

Ryontarr spread his hands. "We aren't telling you anything," anything," he said. "We can help you find the truth, but we can't tell you what it is because we don't know." he said. "We can help you find the truth, but we can't tell you what it is because we don't know."

That much, Luke felt certain, was true. Leaving aside the question of whether he was here because he was actually dead-or dying-he could see no logical reason that the Mind Walkers would have a knowledge of the afterlife more accurate than any of the galaxy's myriad religions.

After a few seconds-or a few hours-Feryl asked, "There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

Ryontarr nodded. "Go inside and see. You'll be glad you did."

Luke continued to stand three paces from the grotto. "As glad as I would have been, say, had I drunk from the Font of Power?"

"That was a test," Ryontarr said. The Gotal tipped his horns toward the darkness. was a test," Ryontarr said. The Gotal tipped his horns toward the darkness. "This "This is an offer." is an offer."

"Of what?" Luke demanded.

"Of what you came for," Feryl answered. "Bathe in this pool, and you'll have the answers you seek."

Luke raised a brow. "About Jacen?" he asked. "Or about Mara?"

"About whatever you seek," Ryontarr replied. "This is the Pool of Knowledge, where you will see all that has pa.s.sed and all that is to come."

"That's a bit much for one mind to comprehend, don't you think?" Luke was beginning to see their trap-and how it would have been an irresistible temptation for a troubled young Jedi Knight on a galactic search for wisdom. "Did you bring Jacen here, too?"

"Jacen did not need to be brought," brought," Ryontarr said. "But he was here, yes." Ryontarr said. "But he was here, yes."

"Have a look," Feryl urged. "You don't have to get in, but maybe you will learn what you need to know about Mara."

"And Jacen." Ryontarr extended his hand into the darkness, then added, "We all know you really have no choice, Master Skywalker. And you you are the one who is always asking about time." are the one who is always asking about time."

At that moment, Luke knew he was walking into a trap. Until now, the two Mind Walkers had done everything they could to keep him from worrying about time, to rea.s.sure him that there was no reason to be concerned about it. Yet here they were now, using time to pressure him into a dangerous decision.

Clearly, they did not expect him to resist the temptation they were offering, which suggested that Jacen had not resisted. And that, of course, meant that Luke had no choice except to enter.

Luke shrugged. "Okay, you win," he said. "Let's go."

He was hardly surprised when his two escorts motioned him through the entrance, while they themselves remained standing by the pillars. As he stepped past them, he saw that the grotto was small, and the interior was not as dark as it had seemed from outside. A soft, silvery light was rising from the mirror-like sheen of a pool in the center. Tiny crevices lined the walls, seeping wisps of yellow fume and filling the cave with a stench of brimstone. So foul was the air that, even had he needed to, Luke would not have drawn breath inside.

The desperate longing continued to pull at him, drawing him closer to the pool. He went to the edge and saw that it lay not in a shallow bowl as he had expected, but in a deep, sheer-sided basin with an edge carved in a grotesque, serpentine braid. Through an exertion of will, he stopped half a pace from the water-he a.s.sumed a.s.sumed it was water-and stared down at his own reflection. it was water-and stared down at his own reflection.

What Luke saw was not so much a man as the specter of one, with eyes of blue burning out of sockets as deep as wells. His flesh was yellow and haggard, so drawn and flaky that it resembled cracked leather. His lips had withered to a pair of white worms so cracked and b.l.o.o.d.y that they barely covered his teeth. The pool was not dark, he reasoned, so perhaps he was not really looking at a reflection. He raised a hand, and the specter raised one, too.

"Is that ..." Luke turned toward the exit, where Ryontarr stood leaning against a shadowy pillar. "Is that me?" me?"

"It is the truth, as you are now," Ryontarr replied. "A man worn to nothing by duty and sacrifice, a dying husk animated by the Force and willpower alone."

"What about Mara?" Luke turned back to the pool. Instead of himself, he saw the honey-haired phantom from the Font of Power, the tiny eyes burning with desire, the broad mouth showing needle-teeth from ear to ear. "Is that her?"

"If you can't tell now," now," Feryl said, "then there is only one way to be sure." Feryl said, "then there is only one way to be sure."

A stubby arm broke the surface of the pool and reached for Luke, the tentacle-fingers waving so close before his eyes that he could see the tiny slit-membranes in the bottom of their suction-cup tips. The hungry presence grew more familiar, somehow a part part of Luke, and he wanted nothing more in that instant than to step forward into the pool and know the truth of her ident.i.ty, to know whether of Luke, and he wanted nothing more in that instant than to step forward into the pool and know the truth of her ident.i.ty, to know whether this this was where the afterlife began and the spirits of the dead began their journey back to the Force. was where the afterlife began and the spirits of the dead began their journey back to the Force.

Luke wanted to know what had happened to Jacen and what had made him fall, and he wanted to know what would become of his son, whether Ben would make a good Grand Master and how long he had to prepare for that terrible burden. More than anything, Luke wanted to know whether he had succeeded in his own life, whether the spark he had struck in founding the new Jedi Order would endure and flourish, growing into the bright golden light that he had envisioned, the beacon that would always be there to guide the galaxy safely through the dark times.

And the hungry presence could give him all that knowledge and more. All Luke had to do was clasp the tentacle-hand before him and let it draw him into the warm silver waters with it, let it drown him in the liquid oblivion of absolute, infinite knowledge.

But what Luke already already knew was this: the choice that Jacen had made here was his undoing. The future was not the province of the living, and no human mind could know all things and remain sane. Luke knew he was still Ben's father and the founder of the Jedi Order, and he knew he was still needed by both. He knew that Mara was gone, that if the thing craving him now had ever been part of her, it had certainly not been the best part ...that if this was all that remained of her, he would not be doing anyone a service by trying to hold on to it. knew was this: the choice that Jacen had made here was his undoing. The future was not the province of the living, and no human mind could know all things and remain sane. Luke knew he was still Ben's father and the founder of the Jedi Order, and he knew he was still needed by both. He knew that Mara was gone, that if the thing craving him now had ever been part of her, it had certainly not been the best part ...that if this was all that remained of her, he would not be doing anyone a service by trying to hold on to it.

Luke backed away from the pool.

Luke.

The voice sounded cold and half familiar inside Luke's mind, the last whisper of a lost love. The hand slid back into the pool, the tentacle-fingers beckoning him to follow.

Come back.

Luke shook his head and turned away. "I can't."

He found Ryontarr and Feryl in front of him, blocking the exit. The Gotal's flat-nosed face was scowling, and the Givin was shaking his bony head in disappointment.

"Master Skywalker, you don't strike me as the kind to leave without the answers you came for," Ryontarr said. "I don't believe you have seen what Jacen saw yet."

"I've seen enough." Luke started forward, already calling to mind the haggard image of himself that he had seen reflected in the pool's surface. "I'm returning to my body."

"Before you have seen what your nephew saw?" Feryl asked. you have seen what your nephew saw?" Feryl asked.

"If doing so means bathing in your pool, yes." Luke reached the doorway and stopped half a pace from the pair. "I'm only willing to follow him so far. I won't go over the brink with him."

Ryontarr lifted his bushy brows, and Feryl tipped his bony head in disappointment.

"Going over the brink is hardly necessary, Master Skywalker," Ryontarr said. "Jacen didn't bathe in the pool, either." Luke frowned. "He didn't?" didn't?"

"Didn't even consider it," Feryl reported. "He said no mortal mind could know everything, and the last thing he wanted was to become a Celestial."

Before Luke could ask what they knew about the Celestials, Ryontarr added, "But Jacen wasn't afraid to stay at the pool until he had seen what he came to see." The Gotal tipped his horns toward the water behind Luke. "Have another look."

Luke shook his head. "I'm done with your delaying tactics," he said. "I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but I do do know you're trying to keep me here." know you're trying to keep me here."

Even without the s.h.i.+ver of guilt that rippled through the Force, Luke would have known by their furtive glances that he had struck at the heart of the matter. Determined not to yield the advantage when he had it, he said, "Tell me what you expect to happen. And don't claim you're just trying to help me. I didn't believe that in the habitat, and I won't believe it now."

Ryontarr looked to Feryl.

The Givin rasped, "What is there to lose?"

Ryontarr nodded. "What indeed?" He pointed toward the pool. "Perhaps she is hiding it from you. Perhaps she doesn't want you to suffer the way Jacen did."

"She?" Luke slowly turned to face the pool again. He did not see the thing that had reached for him earlier, only the silvery mirror of the water's surface. "Who is this she? she? The phantasm I keep glimpsing?" The phantasm I keep glimpsing?"

"The lady in the mists is no phantasm," Feryl replied. "She's as real as you or I."

"Look for a throne," Ryontarr advised. "It's the Throne of Balance, upon which sits the course of the future."

Luke hesitated, suspecting yet another delaying strategy. But what they were implying about Jacen, that he had been both more courageous than Luke and more wise, was too compelling to ignore. It was Luke's duty to investigate what had happened to his nephew, whether it had led to his fall, and that meant that he simply had to do as Ryontarr suggested.

Luke peered into the water, looking for anything that resembled a throne, and soon he saw it, a simple white throne in a brightly lit chamber. There was no one in it, but it was surrounded by a hundred beings regal enough to belong in the seat. They were of all species, Bothans and Hutts, Is.h.i.+ Tib and Mon Calamari, even Wookiees and Trandoshans-and they all had the easy bearing of old friends.

But what caught Luke's eye, what drew him closer to the pool's edge, was the tall, redheaded woman at the center of the crowd. She had Tenel Ka's thin arcing brows and full-lipped mouth, but her nose was her grandmother's, small and not too long, with just a hint of a b.u.t.ton at the end.

Allana.

Luke did not say the name aloud-he felt guilty for even thinking it-but there could be no doubt. He was looking at a vision of Jacen's daughter, perhaps thirty years in the future. And she was preparing to take a throne, surrounded not by the usual treachery and intrigue so common to Hapan politics, but by friends from all across the galaxy, in a time of unprecedented comradery and trust.

"I don't understand," Luke said, turning to Ryontarr. "Why would Jacen be troubled by a vision of his daughter a.s.suming her throne?"

"Because that's not what he saw." It was the Givin, Feryl, who rasped this answer. "He "He saw a dark man in dark armor, sitting on a golden throne and surrounded by acolytes in dark robes." saw a dark man in dark armor, sitting on a golden throne and surrounded by acolytes in dark robes."

Luke went cold inside. "A dark man?" he asked, thinking of the visions of the dark man he had experienced as Jacen was rising to become a Sith Lord. "Himself?"

Ryontarr scowled over at Luke. "I doubt a vision of his own own future would have sent him fleeing back to the galaxy," he said. "It had to be someone future would have sent him fleeing back to the galaxy," he said. "It had to be someone else's else's face your nephew saw." face your nephew saw."

A terrible thought occurred to Luke, as painful as a vibrodagger to the gut and just as frightening. "Me?" "Me?"

Ryontarr shrugged. "Who can say?"

"We didn't see the face behind the mask," Feryl added. "But Jacen Jacen did, and he turned as pale as my exoskeleton." did, and he turned as pale as my exoskeleton."

"Then what?" Luke demanded. "Did he return to the Font of Power? Did he change his mind and bathe in the Pool of Knowledge?" what?" Luke demanded. "Did he return to the Font of Power? Did he change his mind and bathe in the Pool of Knowledge?"

The two Mind Walkers looked to each other and shook their heads in disgust, as though Luke's obtuseness were a great disappointment. Then Ryontarr said, "He left."

"He left the Pool?" Luke asked, still struggling to see what had pushed his nephew toward the dark side. "Or do you mean Jacen returned to his body?"

"He left the Maw," Maw," Ryontarr explained. "He said that he had to finish his training." Ryontarr explained. "He said that he had to finish his training."

"He said said he had to change what he had seen in the pool," Feryl added. "He he had to change what he had seen in the pool," Feryl added. "He said said it was probably going to kill him." it was probably going to kill him."

THE ALERT STROBING, BEN COULD TAKE. AND THE CHIRPING AND wailing of the alarms, he had already silenced with a few well-placed blaster bolts. But the acrid smoke rising out of the equipment cabinets-that he could not stop. No matter how poorly the control room's air exchangers worked, no matter how badly the fumes stung his eyes or burned his throat, he did not dare tamper with such alien technology. There was no telling what he might blow up: himself, the entire habitat ... even the Maw itself. wailing of the alarms, he had already silenced with a few well-placed blaster bolts. But the acrid smoke rising out of the equipment cabinets-that he could not stop. No matter how poorly the control room's air exchangers worked, no matter how badly the fumes stung his eyes or burned his throat, he did not dare tamper with such alien technology. There was no telling what he might blow up: himself, the entire habitat ... even the Maw itself.

And there were some things a good Jedi just did not risk.

Deciding he had made every preparation possible, Ben turned back to the entry hatch. He made one last inspection of his spot-welds, then nodded in satisfaction and shut off the energy feed to his plasma torch. No one would be sneaking through that door when he wasn't watching.

Tossing the welding mask and gloves aside as he walked, Ben descended to the front of the trilevel control room. There, bathed in the flickering purple light from the writhing radiance beyond the view port, his emaciated father lay strapped to a hovergurney from the Shadow's Shadow's medbay. Both arms had fresh IV catheters in them, one delivering hydration and the other nutrients, but Ben did not know how much longer the fluid drips could keep his father alive. Both of the guides had died more than a week ago, the Givin because Ben had no idea how to insert an intravenous catheter through an exoskeleton, the other one because the medbay. Both arms had fresh IV catheters in them, one delivering hydration and the other nutrients, but Ben did not know how much longer the fluid drips could keep his father alive. Both of the guides had died more than a week ago, the Givin because Ben had no idea how to insert an intravenous catheter through an exoskeleton, the other one because the Shadow Shadow simply did not carry the saline-free drips necessary to avoid poisoning a Gotal. simply did not carry the saline-free drips necessary to avoid poisoning a Gotal.

Several meters away sat Rhondi Tremaine, looking human again with fairly clean yellow hair and cheeks that were only slightly hollow. A pair of stun cuffs from the Shadow's Shadow's security stores connected her wrist to a metal floor beam that Ben had exposed for the purpose. Her brows were arched in fear, and her eyes were rimmed in red from weeping. security stores connected her wrist to a metal floor beam that Ben had exposed for the purpose. Her brows were arched in fear, and her eyes were rimmed in red from weeping.

"Ben, please," please," she said. "What are you doing?" she said. "What are you doing?"

Ben did not answer because he wasn't sure yet. His father's orders had been clear: under no circ.u.mstances was Ben to go beyond shadows. If something went wrong, he was to report back to the Masters and make sure the Jedi knew about the dark power hiding in the Maw.

But that had been before before Ben had started to go barvy. Ben had started to go barvy.

He knew the symptoms of paranoid delusional disorder, and he realized he was suffering from most of them: the unshakable belief that his life and his father's were in danger, the all-consuming fear that haunted his every thought, the reasons he could always find to dismiss any fact that did not support his own convictions. And yet the Mind Walkers were were trying to kill him. While he might doubt his own sanity, trying to kill him. While he might doubt his own sanity, that that Ben did not doubt at all. Ben did not doubt at all.

No one had attacked him directly, of course. The Mind Walkers were too clever for that. Instead, they had depleted the Shadow Shadow's medbay to the point that he could no longer treat even a simple infection. They had consumed so much nutripaste that Ben had been reduced to foraging old dehydros from other vessels in the hangar. And the Shadow Shadow's recycling system had lost so much water to the people who drank and left that it was having trouble purifying itself.

"Ben," Rhondi said. "You can't leave Rolund in that little room to die. That's just ...sick."