She refused to avert her gaze. “You’re not a Jedi.” “Clearly I am not, as I suspect you have already intuited. But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are trying to rid yourself of the infant?” “To spare the one for the sake of the other,” she said after a moment. “Half a clan pair, this one is. And I want one to live freely, since the other can’t.” “Who poses the threat?” “Talzin is her name.” “Who is Talzin?” “The Nightsister Mother.” Palpatine filed the information away. “Where is the infant’s father?” “Dead—by tradition.”
