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Chapter Eight
Anakin sat with Supreme Chancellor Palpatine in his red-walled office.
Red Guards stood outside at attention. He had wanted to see how his Master did at the hearing, but Palpatine had detained him, and he couldn't refuse the Chancellor. How could you refuse someone whose term as Chancellor had expired years ago, but who stayed on to serve because so many saw him as integral to the well-being of the galaxy?
Anakin would have preferred to be searching the galaxy for Granta Omega, but he couldn't do that, either. There were times Anakin felt that wherever he turned, there was yet another order he could not refuse. He was trapped in everybody else's needs but his own.
Palpatine seemed to sense his mood. "You think you are wasting your time here," he observed.
Anakin searched for a way to be honest without being rude. "We were on an important mission."
"I can understand being frustrated by the Senate," Palpatine replied.
"Yet here is where the power lies."
"It is not power I'm interested in," Anakin said.
"Really." The former Senator from Naboo smiled. "That is a very Jedi- like response. Yet, can I say this — it is not entirely true. The Jedi do not seek power, yet they have it. Why is that?"
The words sounded oddly familiar to him, as if he'd heard them before, but Anakin could not figure out where. He had a feeling that Palpatine was posing the question just to hear what Anakin had to say.
"Because we have the Force," Anakin said. "It is a source of power, yet we do not seek it. It is simply there."
"And it is a Jedi's choice to use it," Palpatine said. Anakin smiled.
"You sound almost like one of our critics."
"Hardly. I am the Jedi Council's biggest supporter. What I am trying to do is discover a way to fight those who seek to take away their power, their influence. I have come to several conclusions, though, and they aren't helpful. Would you care to hear them?"
"Of course." Anakin leaned forward slightly to show his interest. He felt flattered that Palpatine took him seriously enough to talk to him this way. He had imagined that the Chancellor did not waste his time with mere Padawan learners. He dealt directly with the Jedi Council, with powerful Jedi like Mace Windu and Yoda.
Palpatine looked out his window toward the spires of the Jedi Temple.
His gaze was clouded. "One reason that the Jedi Order has become the object of jealousy in the Senate is that the Jedi don't know how to defend themselves. Of course the Jedi are bold warriors, but when it comes to the war of words in the Senate, they simply disengage. This is a grave mistake.
" "Our actions and our results speak for themselves."
"There you are wrong. Results do not speak for themselves, not in the Senate. There must always be someone to explain why the results are good."
Palpatine shrugged. "Everything must be interpreted, or someone else will do the interpreting. Facts are not important, only the twist that helps the Senators understand them. It is the way it is. They must be fed their diet of truth."
"You make Senators sound like children," Anakin observed.
"Ah, but they are." Palpatine shook his head. "I did not seek this office, yet I must carry out the burden of carrying on its duties. One of these duties is to recognize that what the Senate needs is a strong hand, just as children do."
"The Jedi don't believe that," Anakin argued. "In the Jedi Order, children are given the freedom to dissent and be independent."
Palpatine smiled. "Unlike the Jedi, Senators are not gifted with the Force. Jedi can afford to give their younglings freedom, because they know they are exceptional. Most beings are not exceptional, Anakin. They need someone to tell them what to do, and sometimes, what to believe."
Anakin struggled to grasp this. It went against what he believed. Yet he could not deny that Palpatine's strong hand had kept the Senate together during these years of growing strife with the Separatist movement.
"You want to turn the Jedi into politicians," he finally said.
"No. I want them to recognize that they are politicians, whether they like it or not. Power and politics are inseparable." Chancellor Palpatine rose. "You, Anakin Skywalker, you have power. I can see it in you. Your co
"I am still a student," Anakin said, standing.
"Then learn," Palpatine told him. "Take this opportunity. Find out how to maneuver in Senate politics. It might turn out to be the skill the Jedi Council needs most. Not exactly the glory of lightsaber battles, but crucial nonetheless."
"How can I do that?" Anakin asked.
"Come with me to meetings while you're here," Palpatine said. "Watch.
Listen. Tell me what you think, and I will share my thoughts with you."
It was an extraordinary offer. Anakin knew he had to take it.
"I will have to request permission from my Master."
Palpatine inclined his head. "Of course. And in the end, who knows?
Perhaps you'll be able to teach Master Kenobi a thing or two."
Chapter Nine
Obi-Wan trailed Teda through the maze of Senate corridors that led through the various wings. He hated how Teda strolled as though he belonged there. He remembered the prison he had seen on Romin, the prisoners ragged and starving. He remembered the slums he had seen on the outskirts of the capital city, the luxury of Teda's life compared to the suffering he pushed outside the city walls. Teda did not deserve his clear conscience. He did not deserve his ease.
Teda stopped at last at one of the little cafcs that were tucked into the alcoves of the Senate hallways, a place for beings to stop and take light refreshment before returning to their duties. Teda hesitated at the entrance and looked around, then headed to a table in a far corner. Obi-Wan headed for the self-service refreshment bar. As he helped himself to some tea, he saw in the mirror overhead that Teda was meeting Senator Sauro.
Obi-Wan made no attempt to conceal himself. He put down his steaming mug and headed to their table.
"I can't say this is a surprise," he said. "I expected that you would be behind any plot to discredit the Jedi Order, Sauro."
"As usual, you begin every exchange with rudeness," Sano Sauro said coolly. His thin face looked as tidy and pale as ever. His lips were almost white. He was dressed in a severe suit of black cloth. "I don't know what I've done to deserve your contempt and I don't care, but it continues to be tedious to put up with it."