Yeda could not cut a path she had not seen, which was the only rule her ability had ever had.
Every limit she carried came out of that one sentence, and she had never resented it. A specialist who cannot say what she cannot do is a hazard to everybody standing near her.
Ilyan Kest understood that better than anybody alive, having lost five platforms to it. He moved the master key through the capital ring on licensed gates she could not observe.
Every one of those hops closed behind him the moment he cleared it. A gate she has not been authorized to watch is a gate that might as well not exist.
She followed him through the routes that member cities had opened for her instead. Every one of those authorizations had been voted, published, and timestamped by a council.
It was the slowest pursuit anybody in the confederacy had run that night. Nobody offered to speed it up by having her observe a gate no city had authorized.
