angry. âItâs nothing,â he mumbled, still not meeting Lukeâs gaze. âA name from another time.â He squirmed nervously in his seat. âA name that can only mean trouble.â
Luke refused to heed the implied warning and pressed on. âIs it someone related to old Ben, then? I didnât know he had any relatives.â
âYou stay away from that old wizard, you hear me!â his uncle exploded, awkwardly substituting threat for reason.
âOwen â¦â Aunt Beru started to interject gently, but the big farmer cut her off sternly.
âNow, this is important, Beru.â He turned his attention back to his nephew. âIâve told you about Kenobi before. Heâs a crazy old man; heâs dangerous and full of mischief, and heâs best left well alone.â
Beruâs pleading gaze caused him to quiet somewhat. âThat âdroid has nothing to do with him. Couldnât have,â he grumbled half to himself. âRecordingâhuh! Well, tomorrow I want you to take the unit into Anchorhead and have its memory flushed.â
Snorting, Owen bent to his half-eaten meal with determination. âThat will be the end of this foolishness. I donât care where that machine thinks it came from. I paid hard credit for it, and it belongs to us now.â
âBut suppose it
does
belong to someone else,â Lukewondered. âWhat if this Obi-wan person comes looking for his âdroid?â
An expression between sorrow and a sneer crossed his uncleâs seamed face at the remembrance. âHe wonât. I donât think that man exists anymore. He died about the same time as your father.â A huge mouthful of hot food was shoveled inward. âNow forget about it.â
âThen it
was
a real person,â Luke murmured, staring down at his plate. He added slowly, âDid he know my father?â
âI said forget about it,â Owen snapped. âYour only worry as far as those two âdroids are concerned is having them ready for work tomorrow. Remember, the last of our savings is tied up in those two. Wouldnât even have bought them if it wasnât so near harvest.â He shook a spoon at his nephew. âIn the morning I want you to have them working with the irrigation units up on the south ridge.â
âYou know,â Luke replied distantly, âI think these âdroids are going to work out fine. In fact, Iââ He hesitated, shooting his uncle a surreptitious glare. âI was thinking about our agreement about me staying on for another season.â
His uncle failed to react, so Luke rushed on before his nerve failed. âIf these new âdroids do work out, I want to transmit my application to enter the Academy for next year.â
Owen scowled, trying to hide his displeasure with food. âYou mean, you want to transmit the
application
next yearâafter the harvest.â
âYou have more than enough âdroids now, and theyâre in good condition. Theyâll last.â
â âDroids, yes,â his uncle agreed, âbut âdroids canâtreplace a man, Luke. You know that. The harvest is when I need you the most. Itâs just for one more season after this one.â He looked away, bluster and anger gone now.
Luke toyed with his food, not eating, saying nothing.
âListen,â his uncle told him, âfor the first time weâve got a chance for a real fortune. Weâll make enough to hire some extra hands for next time. Not âdroidsâpeople. Then you can go to the Academy.â He fumbled over words, unaccustomed to pleading. âI need you here, Luke. You understand that, donât you?â
âItâs another year,â his nephew objected sullenly. âAnother
year
.â
How many times had he heard that before? How many times had they repeated this identical charade with the same result?
Convinced once more