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himor her—but you and I know what it’s about.” She ran her gloved fingers through her hair. “I imagine it’s going to put a crimp in my social life, but I’ll cope.”
    Seelah caught her breath. “You mean …?”
    “Relax,” Nida said.
“Henceforth
. No, I’ve ordered that all Sith remove themselves from this mountain, in honor of Father’s passing. While I live, none may return here. This is your new home—again.” And with that, she stepped out into the courtyard.
    It took Seelah painful minutes to follow, dragging herself across the stonework. Nida was stepping onto the stirrup of her uvak, surrounded by hejarbo-shoot crates of fruits and vegetables. More would be dropped by regular uvak overflights, Nida said; the only creatures, wild or trained, to be allowed in the airspace above the temple. Elsewhere in the compound, access to
Omen’s
shelter had been cut off. Below, the path up the mountain was being barricaded, even now. It had been painstakingly carved, but it would now be blocked forever.
    What remained, Seelah saw as she looked around, was the cold temple she had come to despise living in. A home fit only for a goddess on high—forever. Alone.
    “Nida,” Seelah coughed as Nida began to take flight. “Nida,
you’re my child.”
    “Yes, that’s what they tell me. Good-bye.”

Read on for an excerpt from
    Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi: Allies
by Christie Golden

Published by Del Rey Books
    Aboard the
Jade Shadow
    Ben wondered if he’d be his father’s age before things started going right for him on any basis other than what appeared to be happy accidents.
    Then he wondered if he’d be older than his dad.
    True, he’d had a couple of uneventful years after the war. But then his father got arrested and exiled for a decade. Jedi who had spent formative years on Shelter in the Maw—and yes, Ben was among that number, how reassuring was
that
little fact—started going crazy. Ben and Luke had learned about some creepily powerful being with dark slithery mental tendrils of
need
who was probably responsible for the crazy Jedi, and had been going to pay her a visit inside the Maw when they abducted a Sith. One that was definitely easy on the eyes, but who was nonetheless a Sith, from a whole planetload of them, no less. A Sith who was still with them right now, standing and smirking at them while nearly a dozen frigates crammed with her pals surrounded them.
    Yeah. He would
definitely
be older than his dad.
    Luke had followed the instructions given by the unnamed, unseen Sith commander of the
Black Wave
,placing the
Shadow
in orbit around Dathomir. There was no other choice, not with eleven ChaseMaster frigates ready to open fire.
    “A wise decision,” Vestara said. “I’m fond of my own life, so I’m glad you’re cooperating, but if you had attempted to flee they most certainly would have destroyed you.”
    Luke eyed her thoughtfully. Clearly, he wasn’t so sure.
    “So,” Ben continued, “what are they going to do with us? Are we going to be the main attraction at some kind of Sith ritual party?”
    “I’ve no idea,” Vestara said. She might be lying through her teeth. She might be telling the truth. Ben simply couldn’t be sure.
    “Your cooperation is appreciated, Master Skywalker,” came the voice that had first hailed them. Ben and Luke exchanged puzzled glances. Of course Vestara had told them who was holding her captive, but why the courtesy and respectful title?
    “I am High Lord Sarasu Taalon, commander of this force,” the voice continued. “Your reputation precedes you. We have studied you, and your son, a great deal.”
    “I wish I could say the same,” Luke said. “I know nothing about you and your people, High Lord Taalon.”
    “No, you don’t. But I am prepared for that to change … somewhat. Your vessel carries a Z-95 Headhunter.”
    “It does,” Luke said. “I presume you’re about to ask me to come over to your flagship and chat over a nice glass of