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he logical conclusion to any course of events。 He could often sense problems with his Podracer； for example； long before those problems manifested themselves in a catastrophic way。 He had once told her that he could feel the uping obstacles in any course before he actually saw them。 It was his special way； and that was why the Jedi who had e to Tatooine had recognized the unique nature of the boy and had freed him from Watto and taken him into their care and instruction。 〃I had to let him go；〃 Shmi said quietly。 〃I could not keep him with me； if that meant living the life of a slave。〃
〃 I know；〃 Owen assured her。
〃I could not have kept him with me even if we were not slaves；〃 she went on； and she looked at Owen； as if her own words had surprised her。 〃Annie has so much to give to the galaxy。 His gifts could not be contained by Tatooine。 He belongs out there； flying across the stars； saving planets。 He was born to be a Jedi； born to give so much more to so many more。〃
〃That is why I sleep better at night；〃 Owen reiterated； and when Shmi looked at him； she saw that his grin was wider than ever。
〃Oh； you're teasing me！〃 she said； reaching out to swat her stepson on the shoulder。 Owen merely shrugged。
Shmi's face went serious again。 〃Annie wanted to go；〃 she went on； the same speech she had given Owen before； the same speech that she had silently repeated to herself every night for the last ten years。 〃His dream was to fly about the stars； to see every world in the whole galaxy； to do grand things。 He was born a slave； but he was not born to be a slave。 No； not my Annie。
〃Not my Annie。〃
Owen squeezed her shoulder。 〃You did the right thing。 If I was Anakin； I would be grateful to you。 I'd understand that you did what was best for me。 There is no greater love than that； Mom。〃
Shmi stroked his face again and even managed a wistful smile。
〃e on in； Mom；〃 Owen said； taking her hand。 〃It's dangerous out here。〃 Shmi nodded and didn't resist at first as Owen started to pull her along。 She stopped suddenly； though； and stared hard at her stepson as he turned back to regard her。 〃It's more dangerous out there；〃 she said； sucking in her breath； her voice breaking。 Alarm evident in her expression； she looked back up at the wide and open sky。 〃What if he is hurt； Owen？ Or dead？〃
〃It's better to die in pursuit of your dreams than to live a life without hope；〃 Owen said； rather unconvincingly。
Shmi looked back at him； her smile returning。 Owen； like his father； was about as grounded in simple pragmatism as any man could be。 She understood that he had said that only for her benefit； and that made it all the more special。
She didn't resist anymore as Owen began to lead her along again； back to the humble abode of Cliegg Lars； her husband； Owen's father。 She had done the right thing concerning her son； Shmi told herself with every step。 They had been slaves； with no prospects of finding their freedom other than the offer of the Jedi。 How could she have kept Anakin here on Tatooine； when Jedi Knights were promising him all of his dreams？ Of course； at that time； Shmi had not known that she would meet Cliegg Lars that fateful day in Mos Espa； and that the moisture farmer would fall in love with her； buy her from Watto； and free her； and only then； once she was a free woman； ask her to marry him。 Would she have let Anakin go if she had known the changes that would e into her life so soon after his departure？
Wouldn't her life be better now； more plete by far； if Anakin were beside her？
Shmi smiled as she thought about it。 No； she realized； she would still have wanted Annie to go； even if she had foreseen the dramatic changes that would soon e into her life。 Not for herself； but for Anakin。 His place was out there。 She knew that。
Shmi shook her head； overwhelmed by the enormity of it all； by the many winding turns in her life's path； in Anakin's path。 Even in hindsight； she could not be sure that this present situation was not the best possible oute； for both of them。
But still； there remained a deep and empty hole in her heart。
Chapter Two
〃I can help with that；〃 Beru said politely； moving to join Shmi； who was cooking dinner。 Cliegg and Owen were out closing down the perimeter of the pound； securing the farm from the oning night…a night that promised a dust storm。
Smiling warmly； and glad that this young woman was soon to be a member of their family； Shmi handed a knife over to Beru。 Owen hadn't said anything yet about marrying Beru； but Shmi could tell from the way the two looked at each other。 It was only a matter of time； and not much time at that； if she knew her stepson。 Owen was not an adventurous type； was as solid as the ground beneath them； but when he knew what he wanted； he went after it with single…minded purpose。
Beru was exactly that； and she obviously loved Owen as deeply as he loved her。 She was well suited to be the wife of a moisture farmer； Shmi thought； watching her methodically go about her duties in the kitchen。 She never shied from work； was very capable and diligent。
And she doesn't expect much； or need much to make her happy； Shmi thought； for that； in truth； was the crux of it。 Their existence here was simple and plain。 There were few adventures； and none at all that were weled； for excitement out here usually meant that Tusken Raiders had been seen in the region； or that a gigantic sandstorm or some other potentially devastating weather phenomenon was blowing up。
The Lars family had only the simple things； mostly the pany of each other； to keep them amused and content。 For Cliegg； this had been the only way of life he had ever known； a lifestyle that went back several generations in the Lars family。 Same thing for Owen。 And while Beru had grown up in Mos Eisley； she seemed to fit right in。
Yes； Owen would marry her； Shmi knew； and what a happy day that would be！
The two men returned soon after； along with C…3PO； the protocol droid Anakin had built back in the days when he had Watto's junkyard to rummage through。
〃Two more tangaroots for you； Mistress Shmi；〃 the thin droid said； handing Shmi a pair of orange…and…green freshly picked vegetables。 〃I would have brought more； but I was told； and not in any civil way； that I must hurry。〃 Shmi looked to Cliegg； and he gave her a grin and a shrug。 〃Could've left him out there to get sandblasted clean； I suppose；〃 he said。 〃Of course； some of the bigger rocks that are sure to be flying about might've taken out a circuit or two。〃
〃Your pardon； Master Cliegg；〃 C…3PO said。 〃I only meant…〃
〃We know what you meant； Threepio；〃 Shmi assured the droid。 She placed a forting hand on his shoulder； then quickly pulled it away； thinking that a perfectly silly gesture to offer to a walking box of wires。 Of course； C… 3PO was much more than a box of wires to Shmi。 Anakin had built the droid。 Almost。 When Anakin had left with the Jedi； 3PO had been perfectly functional； but uncovered； his wires exposed。 Shmi had left him that way for a long time； fantasizing that Anakin would return to plete the job。 Just before marrying Cliegg had Shmi finished the droid herself； adding the dull metal coverings。 It had been quite a touching moment for Shmi； an admission of sorts that she was where she belonged and Anakin was where he belonged。 The protocol droid could be quite annoying at times； but to Shmi； C…3PO remained a reminder of her son。
〃Course； if there are Tuskens about； they'd likely have gotten him under wraps before the storm；〃 Cliegg went on； obviously taking great pleasure in teasing the poor droid。 〃You're not afraid of Tusken Raiders； are you； Threepio？〃
〃There is nothing in my program to suggest such fear；〃 3PO replied； though he would have sounded more convincing if he hadn't been shaking as he spoke； and if his voice hadn't e out all squeaky and uneven。
〃Enough；〃 Shmi demanded of Cliegg。 〃Oh； poor Threepio；〃 she said； patting the droid's shoulder again。 〃Go ahead； now。 I've got more than enough help this evening。〃 As she finished； she waved the droid away。
〃You're just terrible to that poor droid；〃 she remarked； moving beside her husband and p
