“Though I don’t know why I should bother fixing her up, if she’s going to make a habit out of grabbing people’s lightsabers.” Master Caudle looked dryly at Yoda. “Three days and she’ll be fine.”“It’s not a big deal,” Scout said. “I made sure it was the left hand that got, um…sacrificed.” She looked anxiously at Master Yoda. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”Slowly he nodded. “No more can we watch you struggle as an apprentice in the Temple,” he said gently.Deafness rushed in on Scout—a numb feeling, as if she had gone stiff inside. She closed her eyes and shut out what he was saying. I won’t hear this. I won’t hear this. It’s not fair.“—Padawan, and send you off Coruscant.”Scout opened one eye. “Um, sorry, what was that?”Master Yoda prodded her shoulder—very carefully!—with his stick. “Ears bruised, are they? To be Jai Maruk’s Padawan are you, and come with him on a mission beyond Coruscant.”She gaped.Master Yoda snickered. “Look like a fish, do you, Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy.
