and words. So different from the minds of Han and Luke and her other friends.

So different, too, from the distant mind that had been orchestrating that Imperial attack force.

Behind her, the door slid open and Chewbacca came into the cockpit. "Good shooting, Chewie," Han told the Wookiee as he heaved his massive bulk into the portside passenger seat beside Threepio. "You have any more trouble with the horizontal control arm?"

Chewbacca rumbled a negative. His dark eyes studying Leia's face, he growled her a question. "I'm all right," Leia assured him, blinking back sudden and inexplicable tears. "Really."

She looked at Han, to find him frowning at her, too. "You weren't worried, were you?" he asked. "It was just an Imperial task force. Nothing to get excited about."

She shook her head. "It wasn't that, Han. There was something else back there. A land of . . ." She shook her head again. "I don't know."

"Perhaps it was similar to your indisposition at Endor," Threepio offered helpfully. "You rememberwhen you collapsed while Chewbacca and I were repairing the?"

Chewbacca rumbled a warning, and the droid abruptly shut up. But far too late. "Nolet him talk," Han said, his sense going all protectively suspicious as he looked at Leia. "What indisposition was this?"

"There wasn't anything to it, Han," Leia assured him, reaching over to take his hand. "On our first orbit around Endor we passed through the spot where the Death Star blew up. For a few seconds I could feel something like the Emperor's presence around me. That's all."

"Oh, that's all," Han said sarcastically, throwing a brief glare back at Chewbacca. "A dead Emperor tries to make a grab for you, and you don't think it's worth mentioning?"

"Now you're being silly," Leia chided. "There

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