Chapter Three

The nudging continued. Go away, Sabe' thought sleepily. If she responded it would mean that tomorrow had come, which meant she would have to accept reality. But here, in this wonderful darkness of sleep, she could escape any duties and troubles. Nothing could interfere in the sweet bliss of unconsciousness-

-except for a grumpy handmaiden.

"Get up," the voice of Eirtae' floated to Sabe's ears, as if from a distant past.

Refusing to acknowledge the prompt, which would mean she would have to acknowledge everything else, Sabe' closed out the other girl's voice. The nudging continued-harder.

"Get up!"

"Go away," mumbled Sabe'. She rolled over and buried her head in the pillow. She heard Eirtae's sigh.

"Do I have to get the Jedi to wake you up?" the other girl asked.

"Don't be stupid," muttered Sabe'. Reluctantly, she opened an eye. Eirtae' was dressed in her handmaiden cloak and was ready to yank off her covers. "I'm awake!"

"That's more like it," said Eirtae'. "Now get up! Everyone will be up before you are! That won't look good."

Eirtae' was right, Sabe knew, but she didn't want to get up. She didn't want to don herself in the rich black traveling gown and play Queen. What she wanted was some sleep! Still, she had to. There was no point in avoiding the inevitable. Slowly, Sabe' sat up from her sleep-couch and stretched her arms out wide and yawned.

"You're a mess," Eirtae' frowned. Her eyes took in the other girl's appearance with disgust and annoyance.

"How so?" yawned Sabe'. She reached back to untie her hair-and found a big nest of knots instead. "Oh."

"You left your make-up on, too," sighed Eirtae'. "It's all over your pillow and just smeared everywhere."

Eirtae' was right again, but Sabe' was too tired to care. "So, I'll wash it off quick."

"It's going to take me forever to untangle your hair," said the irritated Eirtae'. "Why didn't you tie it up?"

"It was tied!" Sabe' cried defensively. She didn't like waking up to a grouchy boss-maid. Standing up, Sabe' walked over to the full-length mirror-and almost screamed in horror at herself. "Ohhh..." she groaned. "You're right." It was going to take forever!

Eirtae' picked up a comb and began raking through the dark nest of Sabe's tangle. Her victim winced in pain, but said nothing as Sabe' ran a wet cleansing cloth over her face, wiping off the make-up. After a few good yanks, Sabe asked, "Where's Rabe?" Maybe Rabe' wouldn't be so painful.

"She's in the kitchen."

"What's the hour?"

"Around Tatooine's dawn. Naboo's late afternoon."

"Is anyone else awake?"

"The Jedi and Panaka."

"For how long?"

"Longer than you. Hold still-"

"Ow! You didn't have to do it that hard-"

"Shut up! I did, too. Hold still-"

"Eirtae'! Stop it!"

"It's not my fault!"

Sabe' rolled her eye's and braced herself for another painful yank as Eirtae' untangled the knots with vicious pleasure. "You're enjoying this too much," she complained.

The other girl just gave another tug in response.

Is this de' vuj' again or what? Sabe' thought to herself as she stared at nothing in the empty chamber room a few hours later. The day had been, so far, uneventful. No report from the Jedi Master had been received, and everyone was growing restless. The popular hangout of choice seemed to be the chamber room, where everyone convened to sit and stare at nothing. A few moments ago, the Jedi Knight had left to check the hyperdrive, and Captain Panaka had left with a few royal guards to wander around the ship. At least, that's all Sabe' could possibly imagine that they were doing.

So, here she was. Left alone to stare. Rabe' and Eirtae' stood on either side, staring at nothing, each in her own little world. Yup, this was fun. Why hadn't she done this before as a pastime? It was so much fun! Fun, fun, fun funfunfunfunfun! I think I lost circulation to my brain! Sabe' thought cynically. She must really be going mad. At least, breakfast had been interesting. She was positive that she had lost a good five inches to that dreaded knot. Eirtae' had been in a terrific mood. Practically bubbling. Rabe' had almost fallen asleep while chewing her flatbread. Everyone was so lively.

Bo-ring, bo-ring, why is my life so bo-ring? Sabe' sang to herself. Hmm, maybe she was going crazy! That could solve a lot of problems. A lot of problems. Hmm...interesting idea-

Someone was in the doorway. Whoohoo! Finally some action! Even if it was just a guard coming in to rest his feet and stare. No, it was the Jedi. Sabe' suddenly felt awkward upon seeing him enter. This morning he had given her no indication of the events the night before. She had treated him the same way. Aloof and professional. Besides, nothing had really happened.

"Your Highness," Kenobi bowed. "I have received word from Qui-Gon."

Finally! Sabe' nodded for him t continue, then held up a hand. "Would you like to brief the Captain, as well?" Panaka would certainly want to hear whatever the Jedi planned.

Kenobi shook his head, looking at her seriously. "I would rather meet your approval first, Your Highness."

Sabe' was intrigued. Something was up, and the Jedi knew that Captain Panaka would not be pleased. This was definitely interesting. "What has Master Jinn in mind?"

She couldn't swear it, but Sabe' was almost certain the Jedi almost smiled. "Master Jinn has discovered a way to obtain the needed parts," he said. The next he spoke slowly. "Apparently there is a podrace tomorrow, and we have entered it."

Sabe' raised an eyebrow, not sure how to respond. A pod race? But they had no racer to enter. She waited for Kenobi to continue.

"The needed parts are owned by a merchant," Kenobi continued, obviously grateful that the Queen did not interrupt with questions. "Gambling seems to be the only way to obtain your parts, Qui-Gon was a guest had a boy's home during the storm. Apparently, the boy has his own pod. He has entered the race, and Qui-Gon has placed a bet with the merchant. If the boy wins, we get the parts."

Trying to digest it all, Sabe' began to see why the Captain would not approve. Pod races were dangerous and the odds very high. Humans weren't able to participate because they had slow reflexes and limited senses. Kenobi had said a boy was the pilot...certainly not a human boy? Of course not.

"What happens if he loses?" Sabe' asked, not able to satisfy herself with the given information.

The Jedi shifted and took a deep breath before meeting her eye. "We lose the ship."

"These Jedi are reckless!"

"Captain," Sabe' spoke, remaining cool and authoritative. "It is our only chance-"

"Only chance!" the Naboo Captain raged. "It's outrageous! If the boy loses we'll be stranded for sure! Without a ship! What about the Hutts, Your Highness? Did you think of what they'd do to a young woman like yourself?"

Sabe' felt her temper rise at the Captain's reference of her feminine features. Still, she remained cool and collected. "The Jedi Knight believes that the boy will win-"

"A boy! A human boy, no less!" Panaka shouted, not caring if anyone overheard. "No human has ever pod raced before, much less win!" He stared at the decoy in disbelief.

Sabe' shook her head and lowered her voice. They were alone in the meeting room, but she didn't want to chance anyone overhearing.

"Amidala has not protested-"

"She's not pleased either," Panaka growled. He fixed her with a hard stare.

Sabe' met the gaze with her own stare. "She has not ordered me to disagree with the Jedi. Therefore, I am agreeing to their scheme."

The Captain shook his head. "For once, Sabe', don't wait upon Amidala's order."

This stung her, but she recovered. Sabe' nodded, as if in complete agreement. "You're right, Captain."

"I'm relieved to see-"

"I won't wait for her order," Sabe' interrupted. "I am deciding myself. My order stands. Let the Jedi handle this."

"As you wish, Your Highness," Captain Panaka spoke in a livid tone. He turned and stalked out of the meeting room.

Closing her eyes, Sabe' took a deep, steadying breath. She prayed that she had done the right thing. The fate of Naboo was relying on her decision. She had to carry-on proudly and with dignity. She opened her eyes, and was startled to find Obi-Wan Kenobi standing in the doorway, studying her. Her resolve melted away in her surprise. Her eyes were bleak as she spoke to him. "Your Master cannot fail us. Or he will fail Naboo."

The afternoon was going quite well, Sabe' observed dryly. Captain Panaka was giving her and the Jedi the cold shoulder, two of the guards were suffering from traveling sickness, and everyone seemed ready to rip out everyone's throats. Eirtae' had been unsteady on her feet and Sabe' had ordered her to retire to her chamber. She was worried that the girl was becoming sick, too. Rabe' sat quietly on one of the protruding side benches, thinking quietly. Sabe' fought back her own sleepiness. Her eyelids were heavy and she blinked to clear them.

The familiar alerted tingling in Sabe's mind brought the decoy out of her slumbering thoughts. Every time the Jedi were near she could feel their presence. It was...weird. Sure enough, the young Jedi Kenobi was entering the chamber room. Rabe' began to rise, but Sabe' shook her head as the Jedi sat down. Kenobi hadn't come to report, just merely to sit and stare with them.

Sabe' didn't know what to say. She felt terrible for the way she had treated Obi-Wan in the meeting room hours earlier. She had spoken coldly to him, then brushed rudely past him as she left the room. The truth was, she was beginning to doubt the Jedi Master's plan. No, she was doubting herself.

The Jedi had unhooked his lightsaber and seemed to be studying it.

Sabe' wondered if Kenobi was tuning it, or something to that affect. His fingers brushed over the smooth surface, seeming to know every curved inch of his weapon. Having seen holo-photos of lightsabers, Sabe' knew that no two sabers looked exactly alike. Many had special designing and figurations from the certain Jedi's homeworld. She had heard that you could learn a lot about a Jedi from his or her lightsaber. This particular weapon appeared more complicated than the ones she had seen in holo-photos. It was mainly black, with a silver plating. It was elegant, yet very technical at the same time. She loved it.

Obi-Wan Kenobi caught her stare and followed the Queen's gaze to the weapon. Sabe' suddenly felt embarrassed, for she realized she had been staring at something that was personal to the Jedi. She averted her eyes to her hands. The white nail polish was chipped. Oh, well. She glanced up and saw the Jedi was studying her thoughtfully, lightsaber sitting lightly in his palm. What was he thinking?

Sabe' met his gaze, remaining expressionless. Was she being analyzed? The thought irritate her greatly. Were Jedi always analyzing> Kenobi always seemed to be studying her, as if looking for some kind of...answer. Sabe' tensed slightly in paranoia. Did he know? Had he uncovered her guise?

"Your Highness?"

Sabe' almost jumped and screamed at the sound of Rabe's voice. Steadying herself, she turned to look at the handmaiden. "Yes, Rabe'?"

"I think I should check on Eirtae' now," Rabe said.

"You may go," Sabe' nodded. Eirtae' wasn't ill enough to require supervision, but Sabe' figured Rabe' just wanted a break.

The handmaiden nodded and crossed the chamber quietly, nodding to the Jedi before disappearing into the adjacent chamber. Sabe' realized that she was alone in her boredom, except for the Jedi. She looked over at Kenobi, wondering what to do. Hmm, this could be fun. Real fun. Stare at the Jedi, or stare at the blank wall? Decisions, decisions, decisions. Maybe she could order him to do somersaults? How about cartwheels? Yup, Sabe' thought. I am going crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy! La la la la la! This time she was able to hold back a giggle. In fact, she was completely serious about it. She was going crazy.

The silence was killing her. It really was. Why was the Jedi so quiet? Had she been to cold to him earlier? She hadn't meant to be. She had to say something-but what? She was supposedly the Queen!

"I have to admit, Jedi," Sabe' spoke quietly, noting that Kenobi had startled a bit. "Captain Panaka is not confident with Master Jinn's plans."

Kenobi said nothing.

"You're not surprised," Sabe' noted.

"No, Your Highness."

"You have every faith in him, don't you?"

Kenobi looked at her closely. "Yes, Your Highness. If there is a way, Qui-Gon will find it."

"If you trust his plan," said Sabe'. "Then I do, too."

An appreciative smile crept across the Jedi's lips. Sabe' felt better now, and she returned the smile. It was so nice to talk again. If she wasn't able to speak, she would have found herself talking to a wall. Her smile grew wider at the thought. She glanced at ObiWan Kenobi's quizzical face and grinned.

"It feels so good to talk," she explained. She suddenly felt completely open with the Jedi.

"I see, Your Highness."

"You look surprised."

"It's not...that," frowned Kenobi, as if searching for the right words. He sat up straighter and gave her an appraising look.

He's afraid to insult the Queen! Sabe' thought, a little gleeful. Sache' would love this! Absolutely love this! Sabe' decided to humor Kenobi a little. Just a little. "I didn't appear to be the talkative kind."

"Sort of..." the Jedi said, cautious of the gleeful twinkle in the Queen's eye. What was she getting at?

"I'm not."

Was the Queen actually mocking him? Obi-Wan eyed her carefully, mulling over a response. How should he respond to this mocking woman? She was mocking him, wasn't she? "Your Highness?"

"Yes?" Sabe' realized that she was placing the Jedi on rocky ground. He was fighting back the urge to banter, and barely succeeding. She wanted to shed her royal garb for her regular cloak and talk to Obi-Wan as Sabe', not the Queen.

"Why do I get the distinct feeling you're mocking me?"

"I'm not mocking you," Sabe' said in her most solemn tone. Though it would be fun, Sabe' thought. "I'm just simply implying that first appearances can deceive." There. She had said in a round-about-way that she wasn't who she appeared to be, without giving herself away.

Obi-Wan gave her a thoughtful look, one of amazement and admiration. He shook his head and short her a rueful smile. "You sound like my Master."

"Then he's a wise Master," replied Sabe'.

"You can go eat, Rabe'," Sabe' said as she entered their private chamber. The other girl stood up from where she had been sitting beside Eirtae'. "How is she?" Sabe asked.

The blonde girl frowned. "I'm right here, Sabe'," she replied, not opening her eyes. "You don't have to whisper."

Rabe' rolled her eyes at the 'patient's' proclamations. "She's fine."

"Glad you're so chipper," replied Sabe' dryly.

Eirtae' opened her eyes and frowned. She was laying on a sleep couch and looked quite comfortable. "Ha ha, Sabe'. Your wit astounds me."

Shrugging nonchalantly, Sabe' removed the feathered headdress and set it on the desk. She turned to the laying girl and took a serious assessment. "Seriously, though. How are you feeling?"

"Better," answered Eirtae'. She sat up and yawned. Her skin was still pale. She sat still for a moment, letting the dizziness wear off. "A little hungry, though."

Rabe' pulled her hood up. "I'll get you something. What do you two want?"

"Mujik juice and some flatbread," said Eirate' after a moment.

"Sabe?"

"The same, I guess," said Sabe'. "I don't really know what I want." She thought a moment. "Maybe some tlkia leaves."

Nodding, Rabe' left the chamber for the transport's kitchen. Sabe' plopped herself down on a chair, sighing and glancing at Eirate'. The blonde girl gave her a tired smile. "Long day?"

"You wouldn't believe it."

Eirtae' ran a hand through her long, wavy hair. "Try me."

"The Jedi Master has placed our ship in a bet on the outcome of a pod race," Sabe' began. "The needed parts are owned by a merchant..."

Eirtae's eyes widened in disbelief as Sabe' continued to explain the Jedi's plans.

"...a boy will pilot the pod. A human boy." Sabe' finished.

"Wow..." said Eirtae'. She frowned. "How's Panaka taking it?"

"It's something he cannot control," sighed Sabe'. "How do you think he took it?"

"I feel sorry for the Jedi."

"Huh?"

"The Jedi," Eirtae' explained. "Are under Panaka's wraith. The Master can escape it- but not his apprentice."

Sabe' thought back on the day for a moment. "Panaka wasn't exactly social with Kenobi." Shaking her head, she laughed. "He ignores it well. In fact, they ignored each other most of the day it seems." A grin spread across her white face. "Obi-Wan ignored Panaka's ignoring him!"

"Yeah, sure," said Eirtae', having trouble understanding her friend's laughter. "Guess I had to be there."

"Nevermind," Sabe' said, still grinning ear to ear at her own ridiculous statement. "It's something Sache' would understand." In a way, in sort of had to do with her friend. Sache' would love to see Sabe' in such a giddy state. The stress was really wearing on her. "Staring at the wall all day can make you go crazy."

"Id' believe it," Eirtae' laughed at her friend. "You're living proof."

"Thanks," Sabe' said cheerfully. Ever since she had talked with Obi-Wan Kenobi an hour ago, she was feeling quite satisfied. They had discussed their theories on the Federations actions, along with lighter topics. The Jedi Knight seemed to be relieved to talk to someone, as well. Their silence afterwards had been more of companions relaying the day through their minds. She still fervently wished she could abandon her disguise, but that just wasn't possible.

The door hissed open and Rabe' entered with their dinners loaded on a tray. She wore a bemused looked on her face as she set the tray down.

"What is it?" Eirtae' frowned.

"Panaka."

"What'd he do?" Sabe' asked, irritation growing in her. If this had anything to do with the Jedi-

"As soon as the Jedi came in," said Rabe', confirming Sabe's suspicion. "He got up and left. Not before giving the poor guy a cold 'look'!"

She tsk-tsked with her tongue.

"How did Obi-the Jedi take it?" Sabe' asked, almost slipping on the Knight's name. She was beginning to think of the Jedi as Obi-Wan, not some idealistic crusader.

Rabe' raised a brow. "Rather well, actually. He just gave a polite nod."

"I should reprimand him," Sabe' declared with a frown. "He shouldn't be treating the Jedi like this!"

"Your not the Queen," Eirtae' was quick to point out. She took a bite out of her flatbread.

"Amidala has left me in charge," said Sabe'. "She would not be pleased with Panaka."

"Is she pleased with the Jedi Master?" Eirtae' questioned, knowing fully aware of Amidala's opinion.

"Not especially," Sabe' spoke slowly. She saw what the other girl was getting at. "But she hasn't protested, either."

"It's our only chance," Rabe' spoke up. She had recognized the tell-tale signs of an argument brimming. "It'll all be decided tomorrow-win or lose."

The girl in the mirror wore no face paint. Her brown eyes studied themselves in their reflection. Dark hair spilled around her face and shoulders, a sharp contrast to her light skin. Did she really look so pale? Were those dark circles around her eyes? Did she really look so tired?

"Stop admiring yourself," Eirate' scolded, coming out of the refresher unit. She had a towel around her wet hair and was scowling at Sabe'. "You're so vain."

"Is Rabe' in the shower?" Sabe' asked, ignoring the other girl's taunts.

"Yeah."

Sabe' reached for her comb lying on the bureau. She began combing her half-dry hair. The long locks fell almost to her waist and she grabbed a hair-tie. Sorting her long hair into five sections, Sabe' began weaving her hair in a Naboo braid. It was complicated, but after assisting Rabe' with Amidala's hairstyles for six months, Sabe' could tackle any braid or twist with her eyes closed.

Eirtae' dried her hair and began twisting it in a flattering fashion. Her blonde hair was wavy and the twist seemed to give it an appealing look. She checked herself in the mirror one more time, straightening her cloak. "I'm going to get a drink," she announced to Sabe' as Rabe' entered the chamber.

Sabe' gave no reply as she finished her long braid. The dark hair dropped like a thick cord over her shoulder. The braid was actually fairly simple to do and would keep her hair in place for the night, but it also held a royal appearance. It was her favorite. And she also didn't want another hair disaster like this morning.

Rabe' plopped down on the second chair and began drying her hair. "She's hoping to find the Jedi, you know," she said.

"Huh?" Sabe' turned from the mirror. She had been spacing off. "Rabe', am I vain?"

Rabe' began laughing. Sabe' stared at her friend. Was she really that vain to cause Rabe' such laughter? She must have looked pathetic, because Rabe' smiled an apology. "I'm sorry, Sabe'," she said, patting her friend's arm. "No, you're not vain. It's just that I told you Eirtae's stalking the Jedi-and you ask me if you're vain."

"Eirate's stalking the Jedi?" Sabe' asked, suddenly very confused.

Rabe' laughed again. "Yeah. True espionage. Dressed in black and everything to blend into the shadows. She's planning to kidnap him and steal away on a space freighter to Alderaan."

"You're a strange girl, Rabe'," Sabe' shook her head, realizing her friend was making fun. "Seriously, though, where did she go?"

"Like I told you, stalking the Jedi," replied Rabe' in a solemn tone.

"Really?" smiled Sabe'. "Hmm, guess he has the Force to defend himself. He'll need it!"

The two girls giggled at the idea of a Jedi Knight fighting off the starry-eyed Eirate's advances. They began settling down for sleep by the time Eirtae' returned from getting her 'drink'.

She couldn't sleep. It was impossible. She had lain in bed for over a hour and hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Her nerves were jumping from head to toe on the prospect of tomorrow's outcome. Either the Jedi Master would return with their parts and they'd race off to Coruscant-or they'd find themselves stranded on Tatooine, perhaps to become prisoners of Jabba the Hutt. Rolling over, Sabe'' tried a different position. After a few minutes, she had no better luck.

This is impossible, Sabe' groaned silently. She was so incredibly tired, but her mind wouldn't settle. She sat up and stared around the dark room. Her friend's quiet sleeping forms were slightly outlined in the darkness. They were sleeping just fine, so why was she still awake?

Sighing, Sabe' laid back down and tried reciting the Naboo alphabet in her head backwards. No luck. Hmm, what could she count? Maybe if she walked around the ship she could exhaust herself to sleep. It was worth a try.

Getting out of the sleep-couch, Sabe' crossed the chamber and grabbed her robe. It was a deep blue and was a simple cut. Identical to the handmaiden cloaks, except for a bigger styled hood. Leaving the chamber quietly, Sabe' headed out into the throne chamber. The low-powered emergency illumination sent a dim glow throughout the vast room. She recalled her previous night's workout with the 'intruder'. It seemed so long ago.

Sabe' walked down the dark corridor, no destination in mind. Movement up ahead made her stop and shrink behind a corner. She squinted and recognized the cloaked silhouette of the Jedi. He disappeared around the corner, heading outside. Sabe' wondered what he was doing, but passed by the ramp, not wanting to disturb him.

So she continued walking through the dark corridors, trying to numb mind with exhaustion. No one else was wandering this late at night. She was relieved, for she had forgotten to apply any make-up. If she ran into anyone she would hide behind her hood and act as a handmaiden. On her sixth lap, Sabe' was beginning to think that it was completely hopeless. She wasn't any closer to sleep as she was before she had started.

She was about to pass by the ramp again, when something made her stop. As she peered into the darkening desert landscape, Sabe' could make out the cloaked silhouette of the Jedi. He stood silently, as if frozen to the bottom of the ramp. What was he doing? Hesitantly, Sabe' began to descend the rampway. The Jedi gave no indication of noticing her approach, but she knew that he must have been alerted to her presence. She stood to the side, just behind his shoulder, searching Obi-Wan Kenobi's face. The Jedi gazed out at the barren landscape of Tatooine. In the distance, lights twinkled from Mos Espa spaceport. His brow was furrowed slightly as his eyes searched the horizon. Was he looking for something? Following his gaze, Sabe' tried to discover what held the Jedi's attention, but wasn't able to see anything but sand and rock.

"What is it?" Sabe' whispered, unable to hold back her curiosity.

The Jedi shook his head slightly, as if clearing his mind. "Don't know...probably nothing," Kenobi said. "Qui-Gon would call it my 'wandering mind looking for trouble'." His voice was low and soft, as someone would overhear something personal. The blue eyes remained riveted to the desert.

"You're worried about him," Sabe' said softly. She peered out at Kenobi from under her hood.

Obi-Wan Kenobi turned to the Queen, a small smile on his lips. He seemed slightly surprised to see the Queen in a handmaiden's cloak, but quickly covered it up. "I can't slip anything past you, can I?" he said, a slight tease in his tone. He couldn't see the Queen's face, for it was shadowed over from the hood's brim, but he could make out her chin and lips. Realizing that she wasn't wearing any ceremonial make-up, he became suddenly curious and studied her for a moment. A long, twisting braid was spilled out of her hood and fell almost to her slim waist. I wonder what she really looks like? Obi-Wan wondered to himself. He immediately felt foolish for even thinking up the thought. Instead, he said, "I suppose it seems foolish worrying him."

"Yet, you cannot help it," Sabe' said softly. She knew exactly how Obi-Wan felt. She worried continually about Amidala. They were alike, her and Kenobi. They both were stuck on the ship to make the decisions while their superiors went out to Mos Espa. Both had to face consequences without guidance. "You're afraid you'll screw up," Sabe' whispered to herself.

The Jedi turned to her ,and she realized she had spoken out loud. "What were you saying?" he asked, looking at her intently.

Good going, Sabe', she scolded herself. Now you got him thinking your crazy-talking to yourself and all! She was thankful for the hood shadowing her flaming cheeks. Oh, well, might as well say something to make him stop staring. "I said, I know how you feel."

"Oh, really?" Obi-Wan raised and eyebrow. "How?"

Because I'm Sabe', Sabe' wanted to cry out. She wasn't the Queen! She was an ordinary girl! Instead, Sabe' gazed out at the desolate desert landscape, refusing to meet his eye.

"How do I feel?" Obi-Wan challenged her. Why did the Queen seem to think all of a sudden that she could understand the rigors of having his Master leave him to make every decision that had to be right and connected to his plan? How could Qui-Gon expect him to know all the details and consequences when the Jedi Master hardly communicated?

Sabe' continued to stare at the desert. This wasn't going right. She wanted to be herself again, not a Queen that had to watch what she said. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. "You're afraid to make the wrong choice."

Obi-Wan was silent as he stared at her. Slowly, the Queen turned to him. He wished he could see her face, read her expressions. He could touch her mind, but she would be aware of the probing. He wouldn't dare try it. A brisk wind blew across the desert sand and whipped around their robes. The Queen's hood fell back and she quickly reached up to cover her head again, but not before Obi-Wan caught a glimpse of her true identity. She was beautiful. The Queen, having replaced her hood, turned to him, a forced smile on her lips.

"Rather sudden, wasn't it?" Sabe' commented as the wind died down. She fervently hoped that the Jedi had not caught her true appearance. Then again, a small part of her hoped he did.

"Yes," Obi-Wan nodded. He cleared his throat and looked out at the desert. Seeing the lights of Mos Espa, Obi-Wan was quickly reminded of Qui-Gon's absence of communication. He immediately grew worried again.

Assured that Obi-Wan had not seen her face, Sabe' watched him for a moment. She wanted to comfort him. Seeing him worried caused her to feel doubtful about her own decisions and thoughts. Gazing at the distant Mos Espa, she found herself speaking her thoughts. "I, too, serve under those I consider above me. In their absence I feel lost, like every decision I make will be the wrong one. Then, I remember that I am in this position because they trust me to make the right choice."

Obi-Wan Kenobi turned to the Queen, amazement and astonishment written across his masculine features. He smiled at her. "Are you sure your not a Jedi?" This fourteen-year-old Queen had just spoken such wisdom he had only heard from elders and philosophers from the Jedi Temple. He wanted to hug her, or shake her hand, or something to praise her and thank her for pointing out to him that he was here because was capable to do the right thing. But what did she mean by those higher than her? Absence...of course! The Naboo. Queen Amidala considered her people before herself. How noble...

What did I just say? Sabe' panicked. Had she just revealed everything?

The admiration the Jedi was expressing confused her. What did he mean was she a Jedi? "Excuse me?" Sabe' inquired, feeling suddenly unsure of herself.

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan gave her a rueful grin. "What you said just struck me as something Qui-Gon or Master Yoda might want to imply for a lesson."

Obi-Wan took a step closer to her, and Sabe' sucked in a deep breath.

He was so close... The masculine scent of sweat and dust drifted to her nostrils. There was also another scent, all his won... He peered into the shadows of the hood. His voice was soft as he spoke, :You are unlike anyone I have ever-"

He suddenly glanced up at the sky as if stunned. His body became rigid, and Sabe' wondered if she had done something to offend him. No, something had alerted him. Something only he could feel. The hammering in her heart was now coming from her anxiety as she watched the Jedi, no longer from her sudden flood of emotions at having him so close.

"What is it?" asked Sabe', becoming alarmed by the Jedi's guarded stature. She followed Obi-Wan's apprehensive gaze. She didn't seen anything but stars and the occasional running lights of a starship.

"I don't know..." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off as he searched the desert. "It's something dark, elusive..." A hand rested lightly on the hilt of his lightsaber. "I suggest, Your Highness, that you return to the ship."

Did he really intend to face whatever had alerted his senses alone? Sabe' shook her head. "Not until you tell me what is is."

"I don't know what it is," Obi-Wan's brow furrowed. "I sensed at the beginning of this mission, but Qui-Gon said it had nothing to do with the here and the now." He frowned and glanced at Sabe'. "But I think it does."

"Is it dangerous?"

The blue eyes fastened on hers. "I believe it is." He took her lightly by the elbow and began leading her up the ramp.

"You're not going to fight it, are you?" Sabe' asked, concern apparent in her voice. A strange tingling sensation ran up her arm from his gentle, but firm grip on her elbow. She stared him in the eye. "I won't let you. Not alone." She stopped and Obi-Wan had no choice to stop as well, as to hurt her arm.

"I don't know what it is, Your Highness," Obi-Wan said, his ton firm. "But my instincts tell me not to underestimate this. Please. Get in the ship."

Sabe' knew he would get her inside the haven of the vessel, even if he had to use the Force. She nodded quietly and began walking up into the ship. Also very aware that the Jedi did not remove his hand from her elbow until he had lead her to her chamber. Sabe' realized Obi-Wan was that worried for her safety. She was touched.

At the chamber door, Kenobi paused before turning away. "Good night, Your Highness," he bowed slightly.

"What will you do?" Sabe' asked, wondering if he'd return to the desert. He had closed the ramp and entrance, but it might have only been done to fool and reassure her.

"I will make contact with Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said.

Sabe' gave him a stern look, using her 'Queen Amidala' voice. "You will take to action without notifying me first. Do you understand this, Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

The Jedi's mouth quirked and he bowed. "Yes, Your Highness." He turned away and Sabe' watched him disappear from the throne chamber.

Chapter Four

The waiting continued into mid-afternoon. Sabe' found herself pacing up and down the throne chamber, unable to hide her anxiety. No one else was in the room but Rabe', who seemed to be sleeping on the bench. Making an about face, Sabe' began her walk towards the throne. Then she felt the tingling in her mind and spun around, anticipating Obi-Wan Kenobi's entrance.

The Jedi Knight strode in, his eyes dancing at the Queen, a delighted smile playing across his lips. "I just received word from Qui-Gon, Your Highness! The boy won!"

Sabe' let out a small cry of joy and reached out to embrace the Jedi. Electric shocks ran through her body the moment she made contact, and she pulled away as if stunned. She stared for a moment into the crystal blue eyes. The tingles began to fade and her training kicked in. She cleared her throat. "We should go and tell the others!" Sabe' said, letting a smile spread across her white-painted face. Obi-Wan smiled back and Sabe' felt her heart jump. What was wrong with her?

Obi-Wan nodded his agreement. He didn't say anything else, but gave the Queen a soft smile. Then, we was alerted to the presence of the other handmaiden. His eyes darted to Rabe' and he included her in the smile. The handmaiden smiled back.

This eased Sabe's discomfort and she was able collect herself. Turning to face Rabe' as well, she said. "Rabe', bring everyone from the kitchen into the chamber. Obi-wan and I will tell everyone on the bridge." Rabe' nodded and quickly left to tell the good news.

Sabe' and Obi-Wan began heading for the bridge. Both kept glancing at each other with elated grins, like two friends winning a contest and were receiving their awards. Sabe' stopped and gave Obi-Wan a coy grin. "Panaka's going to fall over dead," she said. She lowered her voice and took one of the Jedi's hands. She looked up and met his eyes, ignoring the queasy tinglings as she squeezed it. "We would not be here now if it weren't for you and your Master," she said compassionately. "I just wanted to thank you."

Obi-Wan returned the squeeze. Sabe' felt as if she'd melt under his compassionate blue gaze. His accented voice was soft equally compassionate. "You deserve the credit, as well, Your Majesty," Obi-Wan said. "I know this hasn't been easy for you and your people."

Her heart was hammering and Sabe' tried to steady her breathing. She felt warm all-over, a combination of their success and holding the Jedi's gaze. "Let's give them the good news," Sabe' said, reluctantly releasing his hand. She turned and set her shoulders before accessing the door panel.

The door hissed open and Sabe' stepped onto the ship's bridge. The crew glanced up and snapped to attention as the Queen entered, followed by the Jedi. Spotting Panaka, Sabe' held back the smile threatening to split her face in two. Holding everyone's gaze for a moment, she slowly let the smile spread. "The Jedi has received word of the boy's victory!"

The bridge erupted into a cheer as the news sank in. To Sabe's surprise, and Obi-Wan's, Captain Panaka strode up to the Jedi Knight and shook his hand. Obi-Wan appeared pleased and shot Sabe' a satisfied smile. She gave him a grateful smile in return, feeling closer to the Jedi in her jubilation.

The next moment, Rabe' rushed in with the rest of the Naboo and Eirtae'. The bridge erupted into another round of cheers.

Back in the throne chamber, Sabe' felt her jubilation fade. The Jedi Master would be arriving soon with the hyperdrive parts, along with Amidala and the Gungan. The moment the hyperdrive was installed, they would race off to Coruscant. Amidala would resume the throne, and Sabe' would return to handmaiden status. Just yesterday, the thought would have made her happy and relieved. Now, though, she felt uneasy, and this confused her. Why should she feel reluctant to give-up having to constantly have royal-bearing?

Because of Obi-wan, Sabe' answered herself. Obi-Wan knew her as the Queen. When Amidala returned to position, Obi-Wan would not realize it. Before, Sabe' had thought that returning to her handmaiden status would make things easier. Now, she relaxed it made everything more complicated. She couldn't reveal to Obi-Wan her guise, thus, the Jedi may continue his friendship through Amidala without ever knowing it.

Eirtae' walked into the chamber. "The Jedi Master is here!"

Amidala entered the room. She was dressed as a farmer's daughter.

"Welcome back, Padme'," Sabe' greeted. No one else was in the throne room at the moment, but Sabe' decided to follow through in case someone wandered in. "I will be expecting a full report."

"Yes, Your Highness," Amidala bowed. "Now?"

"Certainly."

Sabe', Amidala, Rabe' and Eirtae' hurried into their private chamber. Amidala hugged each handmaiden, happy to be with her close friends again.

"Everything went fine, I assume," Amidala said. She began changing into Sabe's crimson handmaiden cloak.

"Yes," Sabe' said. She frowned. "Are you not returning to your throne?"

Shaking her head, Amidala explained. "It's best you remain as Queen. The Master Jedi knows me by now. He might recognize me." The true queen's face was serious. "Did anything important happen while I was gone?"

Eirtae' glanced at Sabe', who kept her eyes on Amidala. Sabe' cleared her throat. "There was a transmission from Naboo."

Amidala nodded slowly. "And?"

"We have it in the ship's log."

"I'll take a look. Did you reply?"

"The Jedi told me not to," said Sabe'. "He said it could be a trick. You could ask the Jedi Master of his opinion." She hated to suggest doubt in Obi-Wan, but Sabe' didn't want to be biased.

"I can't ask him right now," said Amidala.

"Why not?" Sabe' was anxious to find if her decision had been right.

"He's not here?"

"Where'd he go?" asked Rabe'. "Did he not bring the parts?"

"He brought them," Amidala confirmed. "The young Jedi is finishing with the hyperdrive right now. Qui-Gon went back for the boy."

"The one who won the race?" Eirtae' asked. "Why?"

"Anakin Skywalker is a slave," said the Queen. "He has been freed as part of the bet."

The Queen looked sad, Sabe' observed. Slavery was outlawed I the Republic, but Tatooine was ruled by the Hutts. She knew enough about galactic cultures that Hutts didn't care much for laws, and Tatooine was so far out on the Rim that the Republic paid it no heed. Amidala hated the very idea of slavery, and Sabe' agreed her friend's opinion.

"Captain Panaka wanted to speak with me," Amidala said. "I'll have for the bridge. Sabe', you'll remain Queen until we reach Coruscant." With that, the young queen left to find Panaka.

Relieved she'd be in her guise awhile longer, Sabe' straightened her shoulders and headed back to the throne. She was just getting herself situated when there was a commotion in the corridors. Alarmed, Sabe' got on her feet and headed towards the entryway. The ship lurched and Sabe' stumbled against the door frame. Eirtae' let out a small cry as she tripped.

We're taking off, Sabe' realized. But why so suddenly? She stood up and peeked around the panel into the corridor. wind whistled from the open rampway. Sabe' could not see the ramp entrance, but she knew something was wrong.

Turning her head to the sound of running feet, Sabe' caught a glimpse of Kenobi's robe, as the Jedi rushed towards the ship's entrance. To her surprise, Sabe' saw a small boy racing after him.

A moment later, the Jedi's shout raced up the corridors. "We've got him!"

The ship sprang forward and Sabe' fell back against the wall. They were rocketing away from Tatooine. As the ship's stabilizers evened the ship's pressure and gravity, Sabe' walked back to the throne. Panaka strode in, followed by the two Jedi and Gungan. The boy she had seen earlier hung towards the back with Amidala, disguised as Padme'. The Captain appeared worried, while Kenobi seemed to be seething. The Jedi Master looked a little winded and the boy just looked awful.

"Captain," Sabe' spoke. "What has happened?"

"The Jedi Master was attacked, Your Majesty," Captain Panaka said.

"By who?"

"I don't know, Your Highness," Qui-Gon Jinn spoke. "He may have been after you. Sent by the Viceroy."

Sabe' was stunned. Would the Trade Federation be so desperate as to attempt assassination? The thought sent a cold chill down her spine. She wanted to get as faraway from Tatooine as possible.

Obi-Wan Kenobi seemed to be reading her thoughts. "The final preparation for hyperspace are almost ready, Your Highness."

Sabe' nodded silently, wishing she had the power to end the Federation's blockade with her bare hands.

Now that they were safe in hyperspace, the atmosphere was shifted to a serious, subdued flow. Amidala remained in her handmaiden garbs, while Sabe' continued as Queen. The two Jedi had reported to Sabe', and then hadn't made any further appearances. This disappointed Sabe', for she had been wanting to talk with Obi-Wan again. The boy and Gungan had taken up quarters in the meeting room.

Sabe' looked up as Amidala entered the chamber. Reviewing the message had left the young Queen in a sober mood. The younger leader shuffled to her place beside the decoy. It broke Sabe's heart to see her close friend so dispirited.

"How's the boy?" Sabe' inquired quietly.

A small smile flitted across Amidala's face. "Ani's very brave," she said with adoration. "He left his mother behind to come with the Jedi to Coruscant."

"It's amazing he won," commented Sabe'.

There was a hint of pride in Amidala's eyes. "He's an extraordinary boy," she said, her voice very soft. Amidala glanced around the throne room, as if embarrassed. Eirtae' and Rabe' had been dismissed to their meals, so they were alone. Still, Amidala whispered in Sabe's ear.

"He asked me if I was an angel."

"An angel?" Sabe' stared at her friend's blushing cheeks. Being an avid study of mystical beings, which supplied her knowledge of the Jedi Knights, Sabe' had come across stories about 'angels'. A grin flashed across her white face. "Wow."

"So," said Amidala, nonchalantly evading the line of conversation she had embarrassingly started. "Did everything go alright?"

"Nothing monumentous," said Sabe'. The sudden image of Obi-Wan flashed through her mind.

"Sabe'?" Amidala inquired curiously. "You have a funny look on your face."

"It's nothing, really," mumbled Sabe'. She looked at her hands for a moment. Why was she acting like this? Nothing had really happened. "Well," she began. "It was lonely most of the time. The Jedi-Obi-Wan-and I kinda talked a lot..."

Amidala raised an eyebrow. "You didn't tell him, did you?"

"Of course not!" Sabe' cried in defense. "We just discussed our theories on things!"

The young Queen was silent for a moment. Then she spoke. "I trust you, Sabe', not to sat anything that could effect the Jedi's view of the Queen."

"We said nothing that could harm you, Your Majesty," Sabe' said quickly.

She was beginning to panic. What if she had said something that had the potential to put Amidala in a difficult situation? Sabe' couldn't remember.

Amidala must have sensed her unease, for she reached out and gave Sabe's hand a squeeze. "Soon we will reach Coruscant. Soon we will be home."

The familiar tingling in her mind brought Sabe' out of her doze. Opening her eyes, she prepared herself for Obi-Wan's entrance. Her instinct was not misleading, and the sight of the young Jedi Knight cause any traces of weariness to disappear in a heartbeat.

The three handmaidens, Amidala included, seemed suddenly alerted to the newcomer. Sabe' wished that her friends weren't with her. That she could be alone to talk to Obi-Wan as a friend.

"Good evening, Jedi Kenobi," Sabe' greeted.

"Morning, rather, Your Majesty," Obi-Wan corrected gently. "We are approaching Coruscant's dawn horizon."

Coruscant. The end of the Jedi escort. Surely they wouldn't require Jedi assistance after the Republic Senate resolved their blockade. Sabe' realized that this may be the last time she would ever talk to Obi-Wan Kenobi. Her sadness must have shown because the Jedi spoke softly.

"Your people will soon be free, Your Highness," Obi-Wan reassured the Queen.

Obi-Wan had misinterpreted Sabe's sadness. She gave him a small but grateful smile in return for his attempt to comfort her. "I suppose when we arrive in Coruscant matters will process quickly," said Sabe'. "I will probably not have the chance to thank you and your Master." She met the blue gaze steadily, even though her stomach quenched.

"It was a pleasure serving you, Your Highness," Obi-Wan said, his eyes taking in the queen's apparent reluctant good-bye. He, too, felt reluctant to depart from the bold young woman. He was intrigued by her and wished to know more about her.

The hum of the engines began to whine down. Obi-Wan bowed and left. Sabe' felt suddenly calm. Her sense of purpose was returning. This was important. Coruscant. Everyone would be watching Queen Amidala of Naboo make her debut to the Republic. Her every move would be watched and carefully scrutinized.

It was time for the rest of the galaxy to meet the Queen.