The Lady of Shalott

Luke had no way of estimating how long he had been delirious. But now hewas in full command of his mind and senses. He sat up on his bed in the Rebelmedical center. What a relief, he thought, to be breathing real air again, howevercold it might be. A medical droid was removing the protective pad from his healing face. Hiseyes were uncovered and he was beginning to perceive the face of someone standingby his bed. Gradually Threepio smiling image of Princess Leia came into focus.She gracefully moved toward him and gently brushed his hair out of his eyes. "The bacta are growing well," she said as she looked at his healing wounds."The scars should be gone in a day or so. Does it still hurt you?" Across the room, the door banged open. Artoo beeped in a cheerful greeting ashe rolled toward Luke, and Threepio clanked noisily toward Luke's bed. "MasterLuke, it's good to see you functional again." "Thanks, Threepio." Artoo emitted a series of happy beeps and whistles. "Artoo expresses his relief also," Threepio translated helpfully.