Monday, October 29, 2007

The Broken Pitcher

Biggs sighed sadly. "I feel for you, Luke. Someday you're going to have tolearn to separate what seems to be important from what really is important." Hegestured around them. "What good is all your uncle's work if it's taken over by the Empire? I'veheard that they're starting to imperialize commerce in all the outlying systems. Itwon't be long before your uncle and everyone else on Tatooine are just tenantsslaving for the greater glory of the Empire." "That couldn't happen here," Luke objected with a confidence he didn't quitefeel. "You've said it yourself—the Empire won't bother with this rock." "Things change, Luke. Only the threat is completely removed—well, there aretwo things men have never been able to satisfy; their curiosity and their greed.There isn't much the high Imperial bureaucrats are curious about." Both men stood silent. A sandwhirl traversed the street in silent majesty,collapsing against a wall to send newborn baby zephyrs in all directions. "I wish I was going with you," Luke finally murmured. He glanced up. "Willyou be around long?" "No. As a matter of fact, I'm leaving in the morning to rendezvous with theEcliptic." "Then I guess...I won't seeing you again."

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