Mace returned to his seat and set Leila on his lap, facing Yoda.
"Fear, I sense in you, Leila," said Yoda.
She said nothing, only looked at him.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked.
Still she said nothing. But now she looked at the floor.
In the five years, Yoda had known Leila, he had never heard her be this silent.
"Leila," said Mace. He placed a hand on her back. "Answer him," he commanded gently.
"I…I had dreams, Masters," Leila said. She began stuttering painfully. "They…They where…terrible. T-They frightened me."
Neither of them had never heard her stutter and Mace made a mental note to speak to Qui-Gon about it.
"What sort of dreams?" asked Mace.
"Frightened you, these dreams did?" asked Yoda.
Leila looked at him. "Yes. They…They where about my Father. And…and a red and black man."
"A red and black man?"
"Yes. His face…it was terrible. He had a lightsaber with blades on both ends."
"And what happened between this man and your Father?" asked Mace.
Leila turned and looked at him. "The man killed my Father."
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"Insight, this is called," said Yoda at last. "Foreseen something you have."
"But will it happen?"
"One never knows," said Yoda. "Predicting the future, dangerous thing to do, young Leila. Especially for someone as young as you. Strong within you, the Force is."
"Is that the only dream you had?"
Leila shook her head.
"What was the other dream?"
"There where many," said Leila. "Some about a young boy. I was afraid of him."
"A young boy?" asked Mace.
Leila nodded. "he was here. In this room." She pointed to the very center of the room. "He was right there."
"Was there anything wrong with him?"
"His shadow," said Leila. "It wasn't his. It was a tall, dark shadow. With a strange head."
Mace continued questioning Leila on her dreams. But she said little else, keeping the rest to herself.
And all these things Yoda pondered and hid in his heart. At last he spoke. "Ready to become my Padawan, are you?"
Leila looked at him. "Yes Master."