Qui-Gon was worried. He didn’t like the way Obi-Wan had so quickly and easily taken to his father. In his experience, Xanatos Renashaii was not a man to be trifled with. He’d turned his back on the Jedi, on Qui-Gon when he’d been just seventeen years old. He’d used the dark side, drawn his saber against his own Master and had vowed revenge for the death of his father. It was a betrayal that still stung Qui-Gon, twenty-one years later. Now, here was that same man, laughing and smiling with the boy he’d sired fifteen years before. Qui-Gon could find no trace of the taint of the dark side, despite Xanatos’ angry attitude hours earlier. That worried him as well.