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The nose of the sleeping Jedi master curled. "Haaa…tschi!"

"Ugh!", cried the young apprentice, jumped from the bed, dropped the feather und wiped his hand on his tunic.

"What is that for, Xanatos?", a sleepily Qui-Gon asked grumpily.

"Oh," quickly Xanatos pushed the feather with a foot behind him. "You're already awake?", he asked grinning.

Qui-Gon shot him a dark look.

"Oh no, not the 'you-cheeky-brat-I-should-drown-you-in-the-next-lake'- look.", the 15 year old boy chuckled. "Now, stand up!"

Sighing, the tall man throw his legs out of the bed and dressed, while the boy disappeared in the common room.

As Qui-Gon entered the room as well, he could smell the odour of fresh coffee and muja fruits. In amazement he sat down at the table, where is Padawan was waiting. "What did you do," Qui-Gon asked distrustfully, looking at the full table.

"Me?", Xanatos looked at him like the innocence in person. "Nothing." Again a huge grin appeared on his face. "Here!" With pride expression, he gave a wrapped box to his master.

"What is that?" Qui-Gon looked asking at him.

"Open it!", the boy huddled.

Slowly the master removed the wrapping paper and opened the lid.

"Happy birthday, master!"

Cautiously, Qui-Gon lifted a little crystal bird out of the box.

"Where…where did you get this?", Qui-Gon asked, totally surprised. "And where did you get the money for this?"

"Yeah, I bet you would like to know that.", Xanatos answered grinning.

The amazed master looked awed at the crystal statue.

"Here, look, it plays a song!" Xanatos leaned over the table and turned a wheal on the site of the crystal bird. A beautiful music started. A music, that would later help the Jedi master, to bear the grief for the betrayal of his former apprentice.

"It is quite beautiful. Thank you, Padawan."