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Dooku reached out, taking the somewhat frayed braid—his Master would have to reweave it every other day at best—and glanced at the weightless "bells" scattered across it, each marking a past mission. Not many, given the frequency of Master Lene's missions. The multicolored beads marking the courses completed and exams passed were meaningless after so many years; he no longer remembered their order, only the knowledge gained from them, the vague impressions of the classes. But the rings... neat circles scattered along the entire length of the braid, each denoting a vision.

One at the base—for the ones received on Ilum, a reminder that even if a Jedi didn't receive them later in life, he was still infinitely connected to the Cosmic Force, having once spoken its language. And the two rings below, the source of which Dooku had never asked, outraged that his friend hadn't put them on right away, and deep down hurt that Sifo-Dyas hadn't told him. Now he understood that his friend had understood the need for secrets before him. And the fourth ring, through which the previous two had finally been revealed, through which Sifo-Dyas's gift and curse had finally been revealed to Dooku. And to the Jedi Council. Protobranch.

There were no more rings.