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Enter Luke and Alema.

Luke. I'm sorry. I never meant you to have to deal with all of this.

Alema. Luke. You saved my sister's life. I do not forget. Anyway, Ko Sai will be leaving for Tiion's this evening. That will make things easier. [scowls] The Muun can move downstairs. And you, Han, and Lando can have that room.

Luke. We don't mind sleeping in the living room. Don't worry about us. We'll be off your hands soon, too, Han, Leia, and I. We won't need to be here much longer.

Alema. But what do you mean? Of course, you must not leave. You are safe here.

Enter Lando and Qwi.

Qwi. . . . and tiny little ears, a bit like an Ewok's, Daddy says, only purple and hairy. And if you want to call them, you have to hum. They prefer a waltz, nothing to fast.

Lando glances at Luke and shrugs.

Enter Han and Leia.

And if you ever come to our house, I'll be able to show you the tooth. Daddy wrote to me about it. But I haven't seen it yet, because the Sith took me from the Jedi Cruiser, and I never got home for Life Day.

Leia. Qwi. We told you that tooth exploded. It came from a gorgodon, not a Kashyyyk Night-Crawler . . .

Qwi. No, it was definitely a Night-Crawler tooth. Daddy told me. It will probably have reformed by now. They mend themselves, you know.

Enter Ganner and Ko Sai, the latter preparing to leave.

I'm going to miss you, Ko Sai.

Ko Sai. And I you, my dear. You were an inexpressible comfort to me in that terrible place.

Alema kisses Ko Sai on both of her cheeks.

Alema. So, ma-allesh, Ko Sai. And I wonder whether you could oblige me by delivering a package to Ganner's aunt Tiion. I never returned her tiara.

Enter Hill.

Ko Sai. [bows] It will be an honor, the very least I can do in return for your generous hospitality.

Ko Sai accepts the tiara from Alema.

Hill. Amethyst and Corusca gems. Made by Muuns, I think?

Ganner. And paid for by humans.

Hill glares at Ganner.

Exit Ganner and Ko Sai.

All but Alema start to eat. Alema glances out the window every few minutes, waiting apprehensively for Ganner's return, which occurs after they finish their first course.

Enter Ganner.

Everything's fine. Ko Sai settled in. Mom and Dad say hello. Mara sends you all her love. Phanan and Face are driving Tiion mad. They're operating a mail-order business out of her back room. It cheered her up to have her tiara back, though. She said she thought we'd stolen it.

Alema. [dry] Ah, she is freykaa, your aunt.

Alema clears away the dinner plates with the Force.

Qwi. Daddy's made a tiara. Well, more of a crown, really.

Han grins.

Yes, he was trying to recreate the lost bodysuit of Shan. He thinks he's identified most of the main elements now. Adding the bogwing wings really made a difference. . . .

There is a knock on the door.

Exit Hill.

Luke, Han, Leia, and Ganner leap to their feet, their lightsabers drawn.

Ganner. Who is it?

Qui-Gon's Voice. It is I, Qui-Gon Jinn. I am a Shistavanen, married to Noorian Tahl, and you, the Infinite Sprit of Teyr Cottage, told me the address and bade me to come in an emergency.

Ganner. Jinn.

Ganner opens the door.

Enter Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon. It's a boy. We've named him Feemor, after Noori's father.

Leia. What? Tahl . . . Tahl has had the baby?

Qui-Gon. Yes, yes. Tahl has had the baby.

All cry out with delight and sigh with relief.

Alema. Congratulations.

Han. Minions of Xendor, a baby.

Qui-Gon. Yes, yes, a boy.

Qui-Gon hugs Luke.

You'll be godfather?

Luke. Me?

Qui-Gon. You, yes, of course. Noori quite agrees, no one better.

Luke. I . . . yeah . . . Sithspawn.

Ganner pours Corellian wine for everyone.

Alema tries to persuade Qui-Gon to join them.

Qui-Gon. I can't stay long. I must go back. Thank you, thank you, Ganner.

All raise their glasses in a toast.

To Feemor Qui-Gon Jinn, a great Jedi in the making.

All drink.

Alema. Who does he look like?

Qui-Gon. I think he looks like Noori. But she thinks he looks like me. Not much hair. It looked blond when he was born. But i swear it's turned tawny in the hour since. It will probably be black by the time I get back. Augwynne says Tahl's hair started changing color the day that she was born. [drains his goblet] Oh, go on, then. Just one more.

Ganner refills Qui-Gon's glass.

Exit Hill.

Luke and Ganner follow the Muun's retreating back.

Qui-Gon drains his glass, then rises.

No, no. I really must get back.

Exit Qui-Gon.

Ganner. Godfather, Luke. A real honor. Congratulations.

Exit all but Luke and Ganner.

I wanted a private word, actually, Luke. It hasn't been easy to get an opportunity with the cottage this full of sentients. [hesitates] Luke. You're planning something with San Hill. Listen, I don't know what you're up to. But I know Muuns. I've worked for the InterGalactic Banking Clan ever since I left Tython. As far as there can be friendship between humans and Muuns, I have Muun friends . . . or, at least, Muuns I know well and like. Luke, what do you want from San Hill, and what have you promised him in return?

Luke. I can't tell you that, Ganner. I'm sorry.

Ganner. Then I have to say this: If you have struck any kind of bargain with San Hill, you must be exceptionally careful to live up to it. If you don't, he won't be forgiving. Muun notions of ownership, payment, and repayment are not the same as human ones.

Luke. What do you mean?

Ganner. We are talking about a different breed of being. Dealings between Jedi and Muuns have been fraught for centuries. But you'll know all that from Galactic History. There has been fault on both sides. I would never claim that Jedi have been innocent. However, there is a belief among Muuns, and those on Muunilinst are perhaps most prone to it, that Jedi cannot be trusted in matters of aurodium and treasure, that they have no respect for Muun ownership.

Luke. I respect . . .

Ganner. Luke. You don't understand. Nobody could understand, unless they have lived with Muuns. To a Muun, the rightful and true master of any object is the maker, not the purchaser. All Muun-made objects are, in Muun eyes, rightfully theirs.

Luke. But if it was bought . . .

Ganner. Then they would consider it rented by the one who had paid the credits. They have, however, great difficulty with the idea of Muun-made objects passing from Jedi to Jedi. You saw Hill's face when the tiara passed under his eyes. He disapproves. I believe he thinks, as do the fiercest of his kind, that it ought to have been returned to the Muuns once the original purchaser had died. They consider our habit of keeping Muun-made objects, passing them from being to being without further payment, little more than theft. All I am saying is to be very careful what you promise Muuns, Luke. It would be less dangerous to break into Muunilinst than to renege on a promise to a Muun.

Luke. Right, yeah. Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

Exit Ganner.

[aside] I seem set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Feemor Jinn as Obi-Wan Kenobi was to me.

Exit Luke.