"The New Rebellion (Kristine Rusch)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

had been worried when he approached Coruscant and all the defenses were up. He
had had to get special clearance from Admiral Ackbar-no one could raise Leia-
and it wasn't until he had spoken to Mon Mothma that he had known why.
As he strode through the hallway to the recovery areas, something grabbed
him around his booted leg. He looked down to see Anakin clinging to his thigh.
"Uncle Luke," Anakin said, his face upturned, his blue eyes tear-
streaked, his eyelashes gummed together.
Luke bent down and picked up the boy, even though, at six, Anakin was
getting too big to be held in this way. Anakin clung to him so tightly that
Luke could barely breathe.
"Is your mother all right?" Luke asked, not sure he wanted to hear the
answer.
Anakin nodded.
"Then what is it, little Jedi?" Luke kept his voice soft, soothing. And
suddenly he knew. His own words had brought it clear to him. But before he
could say anything, he heard his name. Jacen and Jaina were running toward
him, looking as ravaged as Anakin.
"Hey, guys," he said, gathering them around him.
"Uncle Luke," Jaina said. "Daddy said you could talk to us." He didn't
know if they had felt the cold and heard the screaming. Many of his students
hadn't. But his students weren't as talented in the Force as the children. Or
maybe the children had felt some impact from the explosion. Whatever had
happened to them, though, had traumatized them in a way the other adults
weren't able to deal with yet.
"Come on," he said. He led them to a bench alongside the metallic wall. A
medical droid passed without giving them a second glance.
"Did we do it?" Anakin asked.
"Do what?" Whatever he had expected, it wasn't this.
"Hurt Mama." Luke set Anakin back on his lap. Jacen and Jaina squeezed
beside him. They had obviously discussed this. Luke suppressed a sigh. Raising
Force-sensitive children was more a trial than anyone had thought. Each time
something new came up, he found himself wishing he could talk with his aunt
Beru. She had managed with him despite his uncle Owen's hostility, on a planet
so far away that no one knew about it.
Except Ben.
She had probably talked with Ben.
"How could you have hurt your mother?" Luke asked.
All three children started to speak at once, hands moving, arms waving,
voices raised in concern.
"Wait, wait, one at a time," Luke said. "Jaina, you explain it, then you
boys can add if you want." Jaina glanced at Jacen as if for support. The
movement always made Luke's heart ache. Would he and Leia have been like that
if they had been raised together? They would never know.
"Something came into our nursery, Uncle Luke," Jaina said. Her small face
was a replica of Leia's, round and beautiful, sincere brown eyes, and small,
purposeful mouth. "It was cold and it yelled with a thousand voices. And it
hit us all at once." As he had suspected. They had felt the deaths. Just as he
had. As Leia had. He resisted the urge to close his eyes. When Leia was
better, he had to talk with her. They had to realize that the children, though
young, felt everything as strongly as others trained in the Force did.