“My word is my guarantee,” Thrawn said. “Perhaps your servant can speak to the strength of that vow.” “My servant?” the Emperor asked, his eyes flicking to Parck. “I do not refer to Captain Parck,” Thrawn said. “I speak of another. Perhaps I assumed incorrectly that he was your servant. Yet he always spoke highly of Chancellor Palpatine.” The Emperor leaned forward a little, his yellowish eyes glittering. “And his name?” “Skywalker,” Thrawn said. “Anakin Skywalker.”
