the Night Watch

the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
Gesturing for the two robots to follow, Ben started toward the waiting craft.The canopy flipped open and up to reveal Luke sitting motionless in the pilot's seat.He didn't look up at Kenobi's inquiring glance. That in itself was enough to tell theold man what had happened. "I share your sorrow, Luke," he finally ventured softly. "There was nothing youcould have done. Had you been there, you'd be dead now, too, and the 'droidswould be in the hands of the Imperials. Not even the force—" "Damn your force!" Luke snarled with sudden violence. Now he turned andglared at Kenobi. There was a set to his jaw that belonged on a much older face. "I'll take you to the spaceport at Mos Eisley, Ben. I want to go with you—toAlderaan. There's nothing left for me here now." His eyes turned to look outacross the desert, to focus on something beyond sand and rock and canyon walls. "Iwant to learn to be like a Jedi, like my father. I want…" He paused, the wordsbacking up like a logjam in his throat. Kenobi slid into the cockpit, put a hand gently on the youth's shoulder, then wentforward to make room for the two robots. "I'll do my best to see that you get whatyou want, Luke. For now, let's go to Mos Eisley." Luke nodded and closed the canopy. The landspeeder moved away to thesoutheast, leaving behind the still-smoldering sandcrawler, the jawa funeral pyre, andthe only life Luke had ever known.