Master and Apprentice (Star Wars)

by Claudia Gray

What I do know is that I’ve had two separate visions that predict disaster at the treaty ceremony.” Captain Deren finally spoke. “What kind of disaster?” Qui-Gon admitted, “It’s unclear.” “Unclear.” With one fist, Rael pounded the table. “You want to sabotage the coronation and the hyperspace corridor for something that’s ‘unclear.’ ” “What’s not unclear is the screaming I hear in the visions.” Qui-Gon looked around the banqueting table, piled high with more breakfast than a dozen courts could ever eat, making eye contact with each person in turn. “Nor fighting with a lightsaber. Nor blood on the floor of the Celestial Chalice. And if any of you could feel the fear and despair that came with that vision—that is as much a part of it as any image or sound—you wouldn’t doubt this any more than I do.”