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Valorum smiled in gratitude. “For all the support you have shown me, my friend, I trust that you will take on faith that, should need ever arise, I would do all within my power to render aid to Naboo.”

“Thank you, Supreme Chancellor. As you say, I will take you at your word.”

The public corridors of the Galactic Senate overflowed with HoloNet correspondents, well-wishers, and the more civic-minded of Coruscant’s citizens.

Flanked by Senate Guards, a rejuvenated Valorum moved slowly through the principal corridor, trading dignified nods with senators and ignoring questions hurled by the media reporters.

“Supreme Chancellor, did you ever for a moment doubt that the taxation proposal would be ratified?” a Twi’lek correspondent asked.

Sei Taria answered for him.

“The issue has been controversial from the start. But everyone involved remained confident that the proposal would pass, once all parties had an opportunity to be heard.”

An attractive human female shouldered her way to the front of the crowd. “Considering what happened at the trade summit, do you still feel that all parties were heard?”

Again Sei Taria intervened.

“While tragedy compelled us to abbreviate the summit, much was accomplished on Eriadu. Those who were denied an opportunity to speak were given ample time to voice their opinions here, when the discussions continued.”

“Discussions or debates, Supreme Chancellor?”

Valorum waved his hand in dismissal.

“Do you feel that taxation strikes a blow for the rights of the outlying systems?”

“The outlying systems will surely benefit,” Taria replied. “But all worlds stand to gain as a result of this historic action. Contrary to the claims of many a would-be political pundit, the passage of this bill demonstrates clearly that the senate has not grown too unwieldy or apathetic to act for the common good.”

Another human correspondent shoved his way forward. “Would you consider this to be the high point of your administration?”

Taria held up her hands. “Later today, the office of the Supreme Chancellor will issue a statement. Until that time, there will be no further questions.”

The correspondents grumbled, but ultimately fell silent and stepped aside, as Valorum’s contingent of advisers and guards steered him toward the turbolift that accessed his private chambers. Once there, he removed his outer cloak, sat heavily into his chair, and loosed a prolonged exhale.

“Thank you for running interference,” he told Taria when the two of them were alone in the office.

She smiled and took a seat opposite him. “We should issue a statement as quickly as possible. Do you want to compose something now?”

Valorum frowned, then got to his feet and walked to the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. Taria activated the record function of her wrist comlink.

“For too long a time the senate has been bogged down by policies and procedures,” Valorum began after a moment. “But today we managed to sidestep that bureaucratic morass. We have succeeded in overcoming our inertia, by setting aside petty squabbles and self-interest, and by banding together to strike a blow for the Republic itself. In this, we have reaffirmed our mandate, and refound our way.

“While we are honored to have introduced this historic proposal, victory would not have been possible without the tireless efforts of several good and proper delegates. We shall refrain from going into the matter of how the vote was carried. But we do want to say that we owe much gratitude to delegates like—”

Valorum cut short his remarks when a tone issued from the office door. When Sei Taria opened the door, two Senate Guards conducted Alderaanian Senator Bail Antilles into the room. In his right hand, the chair of the Internal Activities Committee held a legal-looking piece of durasheet.

“Supreme Chancellor, I’m sorry to have to be the bearer of raw tidings on a day that should be devoted to celebration,” Antilles said, extending