Star Wars_ The Approaching Storm - Alan Dean Foster [123]
“But Master,” Anakin put in, “the first Januul we kill will prove to this other overclan that the Jedi Knights side with the Borokii. When that happens, the Januul will become our enemies as well. If we help the Borokii defeat them, the Januul survivors will not honor any agreement we put before them.”
“And like the Borokii,” an anxious Barriss added, “these Januul must have many allies among the Alwari. They’ll also refuse to go along with the treaty.”
“The Padawans are right.” Luminara was uncharacteristically mystified. Obi-Wan’s ready agreement to the demands of the Borokii elders had left her angry as well as confused. “It doesn’t matter which side we favor in this: Borokii or Januul. Once we’ve demonstrated partisanship, we’ve lost a significant number of the Alwari. For the concordance with the Unity of the city and townsfolk to work, all the Alwari clans need to be on board.”
“If you’ll give me a chance, I’ll try to explain,” Obi-Wan murmured when the flurry of accusations finally died down. As they turned a corner, the visitors’ house loomed just ahead, with its promise of privacy, rest, and refreshment.
“I hope you can, Obi-Wan,” she muttered, “or none of us is going to get much sleep this night.”
Though he felt that he knew his teacher better than any of his companions, Anakin still had no idea what his Master could have been thinking when he had consented to the elders’ request.
“What’s to explain, Master Obi-Wan? Either we help these Borokii, as you say we are forced to do in order to gain their cooperation, or else we do not. There are only the two choices.”
Looking over at his bewildered Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi ventured that knowing, thin smile of his and replied softly, “No—there is another.”
It was a march of several days to the Januul camp. It would have taken much longer had the entire Borokii clan made the move, but only warriors undertook the trek. When at last they ascended a long, low hill overlooking their destination, Luminara saw that the Januul encampment was laid out much the same as that of the Borokii. With its herds and neatly aligned temporary structures, it appeared to be of similar extent.
As the designated official contact between the offworlders and the clan, Bayaar rode alongside the visitors. “The Januul and the Borokii have been at odds for as long as anyone can remember,” he told his new friends. “Who should have preeminence among the Alwari has been cause for fighting for hundreds of years.” He looked up at her from the back of his sadain. “While as a warrior of the Situung Borokii I look forward to victory today, I am personally sorry the elders saw fit to involve you in this.”
“Not as sorry as we are,” she told him as she directed her suubatar to kneel. Dismounting, she moved to join her companions in the forefront of the Borokii line.
Below, the Januul had assembled on the near side of the small river that formed the western border of their camp. Despite the best attempts of the Borokii to achieve surprise, skilled Januul outriders had detected the approach of the column of warriors a day earlier. Drawn up in three lines opposite the hill, the soldiers of the other overclan stood ready to meet their traditional enemy.
Beyond, within the camp, controlled chaos was the order of the day. Businesses were being shut tight, children herded into homes, and groups of reserves positioned among the many mobile buildings. Farther out on the prairie, the great herds of surepp were being watched over by armed adolescents too young to participate directly in the anticipated forthcoming battle.
Many were going to die this day, Bayaar knew as he surveyed the Borokii’s opponent. But with the help of the powerful offworlders, his clan would prevail. Today’s battle, he felt instinctively, would decide which clan among the Alwari was going to predominate for a long time to come.