Samson And Delilah

Samson And Delilah
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
"The Force," Tagge sneered. "Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's way,Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient mythology has not helped you toconjure up those stolen tapes, or gifted you with clairvoyance sufficient to locate therebel's hidden fortress. Why, it's enough to make one laugh fit to—" Tagge's eyes abruptly bulged and his hands went to his throat as he began to turna disconcerting shade of blue. "I find," Vader ventured mildly, "this lack of faith disturbing." "Enough of this," Tarkin snapped, distressed. "Vader, release him. Thisbickering among ourselves is pointless." Vader shrugged as if it were of no consequence. Tagge slumped in his seat,rubbing his throat, his wary gaze never leaving the dark giant. "Lord Vader will provide us with the location of the rebel fortress by the timethis station is certified operational," Tarkin declared. "That known, we will proceedto it and destroy it utterly, crushing this pathetic rebellion in one swift stoke." "As the Emperor wills it," Vader added, not without sarcasm, "so shall it be." If any of the powerful men seated around the table found this disrespectful toneobjectionable, a glance at Tagge was sufficient to dissuade them from mentioning it. The dim prison reeked of rancid oil and stale lubricants, a veritable metalliccharnel house. Threepio endured the discomfiting atmosphere as best he could. Itwas a constant battle to avoid being thrown by every unexpected bounce into thewalls or into a fellow machine.