Regatta At Argenteuil

Regatta At Argenteuil
Rembrandt Biblical Scene
Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Return of the Prodigal Son
The décor of Ben Kenobi's well-concealed cave was Spartan without appearinguncomfortable. It would not have suited most people, reflecting as it did it's owner'speculiarly eclectic tastes. The living area radiated an aura of lean comfort with moreimportance attached to mental comforts than those of the awkward human body. They had succeeded in vacating the canyon before the Tusken Raiders couldreturn in force. Under Kenobi's direction, Luke left a trail behind them so confusingthat not even a hypernasal jawa could have followed it. Luke spent several hours ignoring the temptations of Kenobi's cave. Instead heremained in the corner which was equipped as a compact yet complete repair shop,working to fix Threepio's severed arm. Fortunately, the automatic overload disconnects had given way under the severestrain, sealing electronic nerves and ganglia without real damage. Repair wasmerely a matter of reattaching the limb to the shoulder, then activating the self-seals.Had the arm been broken in mid-"bone" instead of at a joint, such repairs would havebeen impossible save at a factory shop. While Luke was thus occupied, Kenobi's attention was concentrated on ArtooDetoo. The squat 'droid sat passively on the cool cavern floor while the old manfiddled with its metal insides. Finally the man sat back with a "Humph!" ofsatisfaction and closed the open panels in the robot's rounded head. "Now let's seeif we can figure out what you are, my little friend, and where you came from." Luke was almost finished anyway, and Kenobi's words were sufficient to pullhim away from the repair area. "I saw part of the message," he began, "and I…" Once more the striking portrait was being projected into empty space from thefront of the little robot. Luke broke off, enraptured by its enigmatic beauty onceagain.