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There they found Kadann up on a podium, seated on his ornate prophet’s chair. Even with the podium, Kadann was so short he still didn’t come up as high as Trioculus’s chin.
At Kadann’s side was a low table with many small balls resting on it. The balls seemed to be made of chalk, and each one was a different color.
"Dark Greetings, Slavelord Trioculus," Kadann said.
"Dreamer of Dark Dreams, Supreme Prophet of the Empire," Grand Moff Hissa began,
"Trioculus is no longer merely the Chief Slavelord of the spice mines of Kessel. The Central Committee of Grand Moffs recognizes the mighty Trioculus as the Empire’s one true leader-our new Emperor."
"And what does the mighty Trioculus want of me?" Kadann asked, though he already knew the answer.
"I’ve come to ask you for your dark blessing," Trioculus said. "As you once gave your dark blessing to my father, Emperor Palpatine."
Kadann picked up a yellow ball and held it in front of him. He closed his eyes and crushed the ball, which turned to powder in his hands.
Trioculus put his lips close to Grand Moff Hissa’s ear. "Yellow is the color of a lie,"
Trioculus said. "What have I said that he doesn’t believe?"
"That you are Emperor Palpatine’s son," Hissa whispered. "Kadann knows the truth."
"Emperor Palpatine’s son does not look like you," Kadann declared boldly.
Trioculus placed his hands carefully on his hips. "You call yourself Supreme Prophet of the Dark Side, Kadann, and yet you don’t know that the Emperor fathered a son who was born with three eyes?"
"Since you ask, I shall tell you exactly what I know," Kadann said, in a forceful voice that showed not even a hint of fear. "The Emperor had a son he rejected from the day that son was born-a son he sensed might grow to become even more powerful in the Dark Side than he himself. And so he banished his son to the planet Kessel, where he was forced to work in the spice mines like a common slave." Kadann stared at Trioculus and smiled slyly.
"Yes, his son was born with three eyes. In that you are correct."
Trioculus nodded with satisfaction.
"But where were those three eyes?" Kadann asked. "One was here." Kadann pointed to his own right eye with his forefinger. "And one eye was here." He slowly moved his forefinger to his left eye. Then Kadann moved his finger behind his head. "And his third eye was here, at the back of his head. With his third eye, he could see his enemies from behind."
Trioculus, whose three eyes were all at the front of his face, scowled.
"And you were one of those enemies, Trioculus," Kadann added. "As Chief Slavelord, you had authority over him."
Kadann picked up the red ball and crushed it in his hands. A breeze gusted through the chamber and blew the red-colored chalk onto Trioculus’s clothes, staining them like blood.
"You seem to be accusing me of being a murderer," Trioculus said in a quiet but furious voice.
"Are you not?" Kadann replied in a very low voice. "Do you deny murdering Triclops, the Imperial royal son?"
Trioculus hissed beneath his breath and clenched his gloved right hand.
"Your Lordship, I beg you, remain calm," Grand Moff Hissa whispered to Trioculus. "Kadann knows many things. Whatever happens, don’t become angry, or you will fail the test."
Trioculus gnashed his teeth and squeezed both of his hands into tight fists.
"The truth," whispered Grand Moff Hissa very quietly. "You must tell him the absolute truth. I promise, Kadann will understand."
"I may be a murderer," Trioculus said to Kadann, "but I never killed Emperor Palpatine’s son."
"Are you saying that someone else killed him?" Kadann asked with a cagey smile.
"Obviously your spies haven’t done their job, Kadann," Trioculus said, frowning. "They are telling you lies and misinformation. Perhaps Triclops would be better off if he were dead, but for the moment, he is still alive."
Grand Moff Hissa interrupted. "It was the secret judgment of the Central Committee of Grand
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