Star Wars - Lost Tribe of the Sith 03 - Paragon Read Free

reports. Korsin and the Keshiri woman would stroll the pathways painstakingly carved out of the once treacherous mountainside, discussing—what? Not a blasted lot, as far as she could tell.
    Their walks dated from the beginning of Seelah’s own relationship with Korsin. Back then, there had been a need. The Vaal woman had discovered the Sith on the mountain, and had acted as intermediary with the Keshiri. But as years progressed and the need for a single ambassador ebbed, the walks continued, ranging ever farther away. After the birth of Seelah and Korsin’s daughter, Nida, the walks had become daily—including the occasional uvak-flight.
    Seelah knew enough from her sources not to suspect infidelity—as if she would care—but the native woman had taken steps to improve her plain appearance. She’d recently begun turning up in vor’shandi face markings, a decoration unheard of for a Keshiri widow of an uvak-rider. But eavesdroppers confirmed that the generally mindless substance of their discussions hadn’tchanged.
Where does the sun go at night, Korsin? Is air part of the Force, Korsin? Why are rocks not food, Korsin?
If she was a spy, she was pretty useless at it—but she did have command of a huge chunk of the Grand Lord’s time. And more.
    “She’s … really something, isn’t she?” he had asked in an unguarded moment after Adari flew back to Tahv one evening.
    “I think your standards for playthings have plummeted,” Seelah had responded.
    “Along with my ship.”
    And my real husband
, she had not said. Seelah thought back on that moment now as she stood outside the ward. Fifteen years with her beloved husband’s hated brother. Fifteen years with the man who had probably orphaned her son.
Let the old purple wraith have him
, she thought. The less seen of Yaru Korsin, the better.
    Korsin’s seduction of Seelah had not taken long at all, once she’d convinced him he’d be met with something other than a dagger. It was an acceptable arrangement on both sides. By winning her approval, the commander had solidified his bonds with the restive miners his ship was carrying—and stripped away something that had belonged to his hated sibling. She even let him think it was his idea, though she bit her lip to ribbons that first year.
    For her part, Seelah won power and influence in the new order—benefits going far beyond convenient morning ablutions. Little Jariad would be raised in the best lodgings wherever they were—first in the walled native city of Tahv, later in the mountain compound.
    And she had a job. Administration of the Sith sick wards seemed like a worthless sinecure given the rude health of the Keshiri-pampered people. Certainly no one else wanted the assignment, not with a world toconquer and an interstellar escape to engineer. Most Sith injured in disagreements never reached a healer, anyway.
    But Seelah got to know more about the Sith who were stranded on Kesh than anyone, including the
Omen
officer originally responsible for keeping the ranks. She knew who was born and when and to whom—and that was the balance of power. The others weren’t even looking. Their eyes were still on the sky, on getting out. Only Korsin seemed to understand that they might be settling into a permanent situation—though he clearly worked to prevent anyone but Seelah from sensing it. She didn’t understand why he had been open with her about it.
    Perhaps the wife of Yaru Korsin didn’t merit hope. No matter. She didn’t need it, anyway. She saw the future—here in the assembly yard behind the ward, as she walked through on her periodic reviews. Here, the youth of the Sith reported to see her. Or rather, to be seen.
    “This is Ebya T’dell, daughter of the miner Nafjan and the bridge cadet Kanika.” Seelah’s willowy aide, Orlenda, stood behind a stern-faced pink child and read from a parchment. “Eight years old next month by our counting. No ailments.”
    Seelah’s hand closed in a V around the