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figure. Her walk was both graceful and determined, and somehow the youngwoman's feminine features seemed incongruous with her white combat uniform.Even at this distance, Han could tell Princess Leia was upset. "You're good in a fight," the general remarked to Han, adding, "I hate to loseyou." "Thank you, General. But there's a price on my head. If I don't pay off Jabbathe Hut, I'm a walking dead man." "A death mark is not an easy thing to live with—" the officer began as Hanturned to Princess Leia. Solo was not a sentimental sort, but he was aware that hewas very emotional now. "I guess this is it, Your Highness." He paused, notknowing what response to expect from the princess. "That's right," Leia replied coldly. Her sudden aloofness was quickly evolvinginto genuine anger. Han shook his head. Long ago he had told himself that females—mammalian,reptilian, or some biological class yet to be discovered—were beyond his meagerpowers of comprehension. Better leave them to mystery, he'd often advised himself. But for a while, at least, Han had begun to believe that there was at least one