Staring blankly back at him, the officer replied, as if it were self-evident, "I don't

need to see your identification." His reaction was the opposite of Kenobi's: his

voice was normal, but his expression peculiar.

"These aren't the 'droids you're looking for," Kenobi told him pleasantly.

"These aren't the 'droids we're looking for."

"He can go about his business."

"You can go about your business," the metal-masked officer informed Luke.

The expression of relief that spread across Luke's face ought to have been as

revealing as his previous nervousness, but the Imperial ignored it.

"Move along," Kenobi whispered.

"Move along," the officer instructed Luke.

Unable to decide whether he should salute, nod, or give thanks to the man, Luke

settled for nudging the accelerator. The landspeeder moved forward, drawing away

from the circle of troops. As they prepared to round a corner, Luke risked a glance

backward. The officer who had inspected them appeared to be arguing with several

comrades, though at this distance Luke couldn't be sure.

He peered up at his tall companion and started to say something. Kenobi

seemed to have some idea where they were headed. Luke studied the run-down

structures and equally unwholesome-looking individuals they were passing. They

had entered the oldest section of Mos Eisley and consequently the one where the old

vices flourished most strongly.

Kenobi pointed and Luke pulled the landspeeder up in front of what appeared to

be one of the original spaceport's first blockhouses. It had been converted into a

cantina whose clientele was suggested by the diverse nature of transport parked

outside. Some of them Luke recognized, others he had only heard rumors of. The

cantina itself, he knew from the design of the building, must lie partiallyunderground.

As the dusty but still sleek craft pulled into an open spot, a jawa materialized

from nowhere and began running covetous hands over the metal sides. Luke leaned

out and barked something harsh at the sub-human, which caused it to scurry away.

"I can't abide those jawas," murmured Threepio with lofty disdain.

"Disgusting creatures."

Luke's mind was too full of their narrow escape for him to comment on

Threepio's sentiments. "I still can't understand how we got by these troops. I

thought we were as good as dead."

"The force is in the mind, Luke, and can sometime be used to influence others.

It's a powerful ally. But as you come to know the force, you will discover that it can

also be a danger."

Nodding without really understanding, Luke indicated the run-down though

obviously popular cantina. "Do you really think we can find a pilot here capable of

taking us all the way to Alderaan?"

Kenobi was exiting from the speeder. "Most of the good, independent freighter

pilots frequent this place, though many can afford better. They can talk freely here.

You should have learned by now, Luke, not to equate ability with appearance." Luke

saw the old man's shabby clothing anew and felt ashamed. "Watch yourself, though.

This place can be rough."
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