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he’d created ebbed, turning the water into a mirror of the night sky. He looked down at the water and saw his facelooking back—except it wasn’t his face. His reflection had black
eyes and mottled gray-and-green skin wreathed by tentacles.
    He dove, powerful kicks of his feet taking him deep beneath the water. He inhaled water but didn’t choke—the oxygen in it revitalized him. He smiled. It was peaceful down there
below the surface—a realm of pleasantly cool water and muted sound.
    A rock wall loomedahead of him, with a dark oval cut in the middle of it. He swam down into it, then up through a twisting corridor. His feet found purchase on stone steps, and his head
broke the surface of the water. At the top of the stairs stood a human in dark gray and brown robes. He was holding a lightsaber, which he held out with a smile.
    Luke awoke with a start, sitting up in the bed in his room inthe Tikaroo depot. It was dark, and the night thrummed with the song of insects. Threepio sat on a bench against the wall, his
photoreceptors dark as he recharged, but Luke saw the red light of Artoo’s processing indicator turn his way, followed by a curious beep.
    “I was swimming,” he said, and Artoo whistled questioningly.
    “In my dream, of course,” Luke said, trying to clear the fogfrom his brain. “I can’t swim. Not much use for it on Tatooine. But in the dream I could.”
    Artoo offered a baffled hoot, and Luke smiled.
    “Because in the dream I was someone else,” he said, scrubbing his hands through his messy hair. “I don’t understand it either.”
    He swung his feet to the floor and walked out onto the balcony. Just a few lights shone in sleeping Tikaroo. Luke lookedup into the night and saw two pale moons above.
    He immediately recognized them as the same ones he’d seen in his dream, even down to their positions in the sky. The constellations were identical, too.
    Devaron. I was dreaming of Devaron. No, not dreaming. It was the Force, giving me another clue about where to go.
    Luke leaned on the railing of the balcony and stared out past the greatspire on the edge of town, a darker shape against the starry sky.
    There was a lake out there in the jungle—a lake an alien Jedi had swum in. And that lake hid a passageway.
    Now he knew where he was supposed to go.
    Porridge and tarine tea made for a warm, filling breakfast, but Luke got a chilly reception from Porst, and the guides all curtly informed him that they weren’t for
hire.

    Angry, he stomped out through the depot’s swinging doors into the streets of Tikaroo, with Threepio shuffling hurriedly after him—Luke had sent Artoo to the landing field to check on
how Kivas was doing with the repairs.
    The villagers glanced at him curiously as he marched through the town, imagining and rejecting various ideas—flying the repaired Y-wing into the jungle, say, or trustingan uncertain
combination of Artoo’s sensors and his own shaky command of the Force. He knew neither of those plans was a good one, and the other ideas he came up with were even worse.
    There was no help for it—he’d have to go back to the depot and tell the guides that since credits were no object, they should name their price. Surely one of them would be greedy
enough to risk a journeyto the forbidden towers.
    Threepio tapped him on the shoulder.
    “Master Luke, I believe that girl from the landing field has been following us.”
    Luke glanced back and spotted a slim Devaronian figure with spots on her forehead ducking around the corner of a house. He sighed and strode off in that direction.
    Farnay had pressed herself against the wall. She glared at him when he arrived,taking one step to run but then thinking better of it.
    “First of all, I wasn’t following you,” she said.
    “Who said you were?” Luke asked with a smile.
    Color bloomed in Farnay’s cheeks, beneath her thin covering of reddish down.
    “All right, maybe I was.”
    “That’s better,” Luke said.