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

"So we joined-" Jacen began.
"I'm telling it," Jaina said. "We joined hands and beat it back." That
caught Luke by surprise. "You what?" "We made the room hot," Anakin said.
Jaina shot him a malevolent glance, but he ignored it. "It was my idea." "It
was not," Jacen said.
"Was too." "Anyway," Jaina said loudly, "we pushed it out of the room,
and then a little while later, the whole... the whole..." She took a deep
breath. "The whole..." "The whole building shook," Jacen said, clearly
finishing for her. "And Mother nearly died." "And sometimes," Anakin said
softly, "when I don't plan it, something I do hurts somebody." Luke nodded. A
lot of things he had done had inadvertently hurt someone. If he hadn't bought
R2 and 3PO, his aunt and uncle would still be alive. But if he hadn't, he
wouldn't be sitting here now, with these precious beings beside him. But he
couldn't explain that. It would sound patronizing. Ben hadn't tried when Luke
returned from the ruined farm. Luke shouldn't try either. They would learn it
on their own.
"What you felt," Luke said, "was something pretty terrible. Somewhere in
the galaxy, thousands, maybe millions, of people died at one time. I felt the
same thing, that deep cold, and all of their pain." "Did Mom feel it?" Jaina
asked, her voice still quivering.
Luke nodded. "And a few of my students on Yavin 4 felt it too. That's
part of being a Jedi. When something destroys life on a grand scale, we feel
it as if it happened to us. Because, in a sense, it did. It ripped the fabric
of the Force for just an instant." The children's faces were serious. Jacen's
mouth was set in a thin line reminiscent of Han's when he was angry.
"Sending heat to that cold place was brilliant," Luke said. "I wish I had
thought of it. It's like sending love to a place that's only known hate. We
can't go back in time and make those lives reappear, but we can help the
people who have felt the loss heal." "Or make the people who caused it pay,"
Anakin said.
The bloodthirsty one. Luke put his hand on his nephew's, knowing that he
would always have to give this boy special attention. He understood what Leia
had been doing in naming Anakin after her father-she had been trying to
reclaim a good part of her past-but the name made Luke give extra attention to
the recklessness behind Anakin's fierceness. Recklessness that Anakin shared
with his uncle at times.
"If we're not careful, Anakin," Luke said, "that kind of vengeance will
make us turn to the dark side. Then we are no better than those who fail to
value life." Anakin looked away, a slight flush staining his cheeks.
"Look at me, children." Luke spoke firmly. He wanted their full attention
for this next. "You did the right thing creating warmth. Your actions had
nothing to do with the explosion that hurt your mother. Nothing at all." "You
promise, Uncle Luke?" Jacen asked. His voice was quivering too. He tried to be
tough, just like his father, but beneath he was one of the most sensitive
hearts Luke had ever met.
And that, too, was like Han.
"I promise," Luke said. He gathered the children close and hugged them.
They squeezed him back. He held them, letting his own warmth comfort them, as
he thought about the conversation.
The children were on to something. But they had it backward. The deaths