Rembrandt The Jewish Bride

know, her desire to know. She was strong. He felt it, unwaveringly. He coulddepend on her. They all could. "Vader is here…now. On this moon." She felt a chill, like a physical sensation, as if her blood had actually congealed."How do you know?" "I can feel his presence. He's come for me." "But how could he know we were here? Was it the code, did we leave out somepassword?" She knew it was none of these things. "No, it's me. He can feel it when I'm near." He held her by the shoulders.He wanted to tell her everything, but now as he tried, his will was starting to fail."I must leave you, Leia. As long as I'm here, I endanger the whole group and ourmission here." His hands trembled. "I have to face Vader." Leia was fast becoming distraught, confused. Intimations were rushing at herlike wild owls out of the night, their wings brushing her cheek, their talons catchingher hail, their harsh whispers thrilling her ear: "Who? Who? Who?"