Summary: 13 year old Obi-Wan has a hard time believing his
master.
"Is something on your mind, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked. Something
inside him warned him that such a question could be a very big
mistake. Especially walking down the corridor on their way to
the Council chamber. But his padawan seemed distracted and
Qui-Gon wanted to know why.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied but said no more. He knew he had
made his master rather uncomfortable the last time he had
discussed this with him. He had no desire to do so again.
"Obi-Wan, you know you can come to me with anything," Qui-Gon
said gently. "I am your master. I am here to guide you. Please,
tell me what it is that troubles you."
They arrived at the Council chamber just then. Qui-Gon would
have liked to finish his discussion with his apprentice but
knew better than to keep the Council waiting. It would simply
have to keep until after their meeting. Qui-Gon sent a wave of
reassurance to the nervous boy as they walked inside.
Qui-Gon was surprised to find only Masters Yoda and Windu
awaiting them. He strode forward, his padawan following
dutifully behind. Stopping in front of the two senior Council
members, he bowed low and greeted them. Obi-Wan mimicked his
actions and the two masters returned the greeting.
"Wished to see you, we did," Yoda began.
"The Festival of Savak-Jar is being held on Magus Prime next
week," Mace said. "We thought your padawan might benefit from
taking part."
"Every year to the Festival, Jedi go," Yoda explained. "To bear
witness. Learning experience, it is."
"We know you're last few missions have been rather taxing,"
Mace said. "We thought you might enjoy the break."
"Would you like that, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked, turning to look
at his student.
"Oh, yes, Master," the boy replied enthusiastically.
"Then it's settled," Mace said with a smile. "Your transport
leaves in two days."
"Troubles you something does, young Padawan," Yoda said
suddenly catching the young man by surprise.
"It's... it's a personal matter, Master," he blushed.
"Padawan, please, tell me what troubles you," Qui-Gon
beseeched.
"Master..." he said looking at the two Council members with
alarm.
"Obi-Wan, Yoda is my master and Mace one of my closest friends.
You may speak as freely around them as you would were we
alone," Qui-Gon said, trying to assuage some of the boy's
fears.
"The last time we talked about it, you got upset," Obi-Wan
defended sheepishly.
"Hmmm. Upset, master should not get," Yoda said, his eyes
locking with those of his former padawan. "If come to you, the
boy can not, difficult his training will be."
"No, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan said quickly. "It's not Master
Qui-Gon's fault. Really."
"Then talk to me, Padawan."
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. His cheeks blushed furiously, but
he would not have Master Yoda thinking he could not come to his
master with his problems.
"I just don't understand how you can know that virgins don't
taste better if you've never eaten anyone," he whispered
fiercely.
"What did he just say!" Mace burst out. Yoda sat silently
beside him, barely managing to contain his laughter.
"Mace!" Qui-Gon hissed.
He then went on to explain about their earlier conversation. He
even had Obi-Wan sing the song for the two Council members. By
the time he was finished, Mace Windu was in shock and Qui-Gon
was blushing furiously. For his part, Obi-Wan could not
understand what all the fuss was about.
"Perhaps you would care to explain it to him, Master Windu,"
Qui-Gon suggested evilly. It would serve his friend right to
have to come up with a suitable explanation.
"I think not," Mace replied with all the dignity he could
muster. "Trust your master, Padawan Kenobi. He knows what he's
talking about."
"Yes, Master Windu," Obi-Wan said softly. "But I still don't
understand how he could be so sure."
Master and apprentice left the Council chamber as quickly as
they could. Qui-Gon knew he was going to have to explain some
things to his padawan and soon. But the look on Mace's face had
almost been worth it. He just wished he could understand the
smirk Yoda had been wearing.
Back in the Council chambers, Master Yoda sat alone. Master
Windu had made a hasty retreat shortly after Qui-Gon had left.
The ancient Jedi smiled to himself as he replayed the earlier
conversation.
"Knew good idea it was, to teach girl that song," he said to
himself as he began to hum.
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