His uncle helped himself to the milk pitcher, mumbling his reply around a mouthful of food. "The jawas have a tendency to pick up anything that’s not tied down, Luke, but remember, they’re basically afraid of their own shadows. To resort to outright theft, they’d have to have considered the consequences of being pursued and punished. Theoretically, their minds shouldn’t be capable of that. What makes you think the ’droid is stolen?" "For one thing, it’s in awfully good shape for a discard. It generated a hologram recording while I was cleaning—" Luke tried to conceal his horror at the slip. He added hastily. "But that’s not important. The reason I think it might be stolen is because it claims to be the property of someone it calls Obi-wan Kenobi." Maybe something in the food, or perhaps the milk, caused Luke’s uncle to gag.
Then again, it might have been an expression of disgust, which was Owen’s way of indicating his opinion of that peculiar personage. In any case, he continued eating without looking up at his nephew.
Luke pretended the display of graphic dislike had never happened. "I thought," he continued determinedly, "it might have meant old Ben. The first name is different, but the last is identical." When his uncle steadfastly maintained his silence, Luke prompted him directly.
"Do you know who he’s talking about, Uncle Owen?" Surprisingly, his uncle looked uncomfortable instead of angry. "It’s nothing," he mumbled, still not meeting Luke’s gaze. "A name from another time." He squirmed nervously in his seat. "A name that can only mean trouble." Luke refused to heed the implied warning and pressed on. "Is it someone related to old Ben, then? I didn’t know he had any relatives." "You stay away from that old wizard, he hear me!" his uncle exploded, awkwardly substituting threat for reason.
"Owen…" Aunt Beru started to interject gently, but the big farmer cut her off sternly.
责任编辑：mman
