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"At least sit outside with us for a few minutes before you go," Figrin said. "This is our nightly jam session. It'd be, nice to have people listening for a change."

The band members dropped through trapdoors to emerge outside the stilted hut. They tuned up on ramshackle stoops, ladders, and balconies, tossing off riffs and snatches of melody.

Outside, sitting on a rock, a violet puffer turtle swelled its bladders, straining the limits of its shell's flexibility, and then exhaled on a low bassoon note. Heavy beetles crawled up trees and clicked their rear legs together in a rattling rhythm.

"It's the music of the swamp," Figrin said. "The symphony of Clak'dor VII. The Bith evolved with music like this! Since my people hide under their domes all the time, they don't get to hear the natural music. Come on, join in." He picked up his battered old long-reed jazz, thrust it into his mouth folds, and began to play.

The other band members added their own inspirations and embellishments, joining in with the mood synthesizer and humming clak beepbox. As they slid into tune with the natural sounds and music, a hoot-bat flapped overhead, emitting short blasts of sound that the musicians incorporated as a counterpoint to their piece.

Jaina listened, enjoying the exotic tune. She had never heard music like this in her life, and she knew it was an experience she wouldn't forget.

She winked at Zekk. "This is almost better than dry clothes," she said.

Zekk flashed a grin back at her. "Not quite," he said. "But it's interesting."

When it was finally time to go, Lando and the two young Jedi took their leave of the forlorn Biths sitting in their run-down huts, hiding out in the middle of the swamp.

"You'll have an audience soon enough, Figrin," Lando said softly.

"Once we take care of Black Sun, you can come back and play to your heart's content. I'll even double your wages for the first week."

Figrin raised a big-knuckled hand. "Just make sure you have an open sabace table for me, Calrissian." The band kept playing as their unexpected visitors turned to leave.

"What, you want to lose all your wages again?" Lando said over his shoulder.

"I always win 'em back," Figrin answered, waving goodbye.

The band's melody turned sour and skeptical at these words, and Jaina sensed that Figrin's companions didn't have much confidence in their leader's gambling prowess.

Tenel Ka's normally alert mind went numb with shock as Jacen plummeted out of reach. She hung precariously, still dangling in the Wooklee's strong grasp. She could have fallen at any instant. But for a full hundred heartbeats she could only stare down into the sea of clouds that had swallowed her friend Jacen.

Jacen...

At his side she had fought Dark Jedi, vicious beasts, bounty hunters, assassins, and misguided patriots. But never, even in her wildest nightmares, had she imagined that he could be taken from her like this-lost in an instant to gravity and some nebulous foe against whom she'd never even had the opportunity to fight.

The sharp pain in her arm did not come close to matching the wrenching pain in her heart, but it did bring her back to reality. Lowie groaned in weariness and despair. Tenel Ka's booted feet flailed in the air.

The only thing that kept her from sharing Jacen's fate was Lowbacca's strong grip on her one good arm.

But that couldn't last forever...

????? or a split second, she considered letting go, plunging after Jacen into the clouds. At least that would save Lowbacca, and she wouldn't have to live with the guilt of knowing this had all indirectly been her fault.

A long time ago, if she hadn't been trying so hard to impress Jacen when they'd first built their lightsabers, her pride would not have led her to fight him with a substandard weapon... would not have led to the accident in which her arm had been lost-an arm that would have been there to save Jacen from his fall, had it not been for her own foolishness.

She should have been there to catch him. Tenel Ka had failed Jacen.

Why had she simply not told