madonna with the yarnwinder painting

—but Luke avoided this, too. He wandered away from the bonfires, awayfrom the gaiety, to a secluded walkway on the dark side of a colossal tree. Leia followed him. The sounds of the forest filled the soft night air, here. Crickets, skitteringrodents, desolate breezes, anguished owls. The perfumes were a mixture ofnight-blooming jasmine, and pine; the harmonies were strictly ethereal. The sky wascrystal black. Luke stared at the brightest star in the heavens. It looked to be fired from deepwithin its core by raging elemental vapors. It was the Death Star. He couldn't take his eyes from it. Leia found him like that. "What's wrong?" she whispered. He smiled wearily. "Everything, I'm afraid. Or nothing, maybe. Maybethings are finally going to be as they were meant to be." He felt the presence of Darth Vader very near.