Part 28 (1/2)

They were all her size.

She blinked and stared into the closet. Could it be coincidence? The leader of Black Sun just happened to have a closet full of clothes in her size?

She didn't think so. Maybe Howzmin out there had gotten her measurements via sensor somewhere along the way and had done the fastest shopping trip in history. Xizor had credits to burn. Maybe there were a dozen rooms all stocked this way, each for a differentsize visitor? Not likely, but possible. Xizor had known she was coming, after all; perhaps he was just being a considerate host.

She shook her head. She was tired. Maybe she would bathe and stretch out for a few minutes. As for the expensive clothes? Well, he had gone to some trouble no matter what the explanation. If he found such things attractive, perhaps she should slip into one of the outfits and use that to her advantage. Keep him off balance. If he was busy ogling her, maybe he would be more likely to give away something she needed.

And her little voice said, Really, sister, who do you think you're fooling here? You want to look good for him, admit it.

Yes, all right, so what? She wasn't married. There wasn't any law against flirting a little, was there? She wasn't going to do anything with the head of a criminal underground, now, was she? What could it hurt to dress up a little? She hadn't gotten to do much of that since she'd thrown her lot in with the Alliance-not that she missed it much-but given the situation, who would be hurt by it?

Careful, sister. These are dangerous waters. Better watch out for sea serpents. Oh, spare me. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself.

She went to run hot water into the bathtub.

I think that's got it,” Lando said as he clambered out of the service well.

”You think?”

”Won't know for sure until we engage the drive.”

”Master Lando, Master Lando!”

Threepio came careening in, waving his arms and throwing gold highlights every which way.

”What?”

”The sensors indicate that a s.h.i.+p is approaching! A very large vessel! An enormous s.h.i.+p!” Lando looked at Luke. ”I wonder who that could be.”

”I hope you fixed the drive,” Luke said. ”Otherwise I think we're going to find out.” The two of them hurried past the droid for the c.o.c.kpit.

On the way, Luke felt that cold touch reach him through the Force. He knew who it was. The only question was, could Darth Vader feel him as well?

”Lord Vader?”

Vader stared through the viewer at the rock field ahead of them. He didn't bother to look at his captain. ”What is it?”

”We are approaching the asteroid field.”

Now Vader turned to stare at the captain. ”Do you mean that asteroid field directly in front of us?” He pointed at the viewer.

Fl.u.s.tered, the captain plowed on. ”Yes, Lord. Our sensors cannot detect any sign of a s.h.i.+p in the region.”

”Nonetheless, there is something in the field,” Vader said. ”I cannot pinpoint it, but there is a locus for the Force in those rocks and I mean to find it.”

”Certainly, Lord Vader. Ah, might I suggest that we send out fighters?

Entering the asteroid field at right angles will place a great deal of strain on the s.h.i.+p's s.h.i.+elds.”

”Very well. Tell them to look for anything unusual, anything at all. If they find something, they are not to engage it but to report back immediately. ”

”Yes, my lord. I'll send them out at once.”

Vader turned back to the viewer. Was it Luke? He couldn't yet be sure.

The dark side might not have limits, but he had, and all he could tell at this distance was that some powerful locus for the Force lay in that collection of shattered rocks ahead of them. He didn't believe it could be anything else but Luke, but he was not certain. He had to proceed with caution. With Xizor's manipulations poisoning the well at Imperial Center, it was more important than ever to capture Luke alive. A little closer and the vagueness would undoubtedly resolve itself. He was too close to lose his son again. Sooner or later, he would find him and turn him to the dark side. He was sure of it. He was Darth Vader; he had exterminated the remaining Jedi with his own hands. All but the strongest of them, his own son.

Sooner or later he would face the last would-be Jedi. One way or another, he would deal with him, too.

Leia used the blowers to dry off after her bath, combed her hair out, and had to admit she felt a whole lot better than she had in a while. It wasn't often these days she got to soak in a hot tub. Most of the places she'd been, the s.h.i.+ps she'd traveled there on, you were lucky if they had enough recycled graywater for a tepid shower. You got in, sprayed just enough water on yourself to get wet, lathered all over, and rinsed off with a few liters before the automatic timer shut it off. It was better than nothing but not nearly as much fun as stretching out in a vat carved out of black marble full of steaming water so hot it turned your skin red. That had to be one of civilization's best luxuries.

She went to the closet, opened it. Noticed a small drawer built into the wall and saw that it contained undergarments. Well. Xizor thought of everything.

All right. Which of these dresses should she wear?

Aizor stared at the blank spot where the holoproj would be if he lit it.

There were hidden holocams throughout the castle, of course, in virtually every room.

Including the room in which Leia had been installed.

He toyed with the thought of running the recording, to see if she'd taken advantage of what the room had to offer.

But-no. He didn't want to spoil it. He would get a closer look at her later.

Much closer.

27.

The Millennium Falcon left the asteroid field opposite the approaching megas.h.i.+p and was ready to make the jump to hypers.p.a.ce.

Luke looked at his sensors. ”We have TIE fighters coming in. I make it about three dozen of them. Any time, Lando.”

”Here goes,” Lando said. ”If you believe in luck, wish for the good version.”

He reached for the control. Engaged the drive-Nothing happened.

Lando swore at the s.h.i.+p, a string of colorful phrases, including several graphic-if highly unlikely-descriptions of things he wished it would do to itself. ”I'd better get back to the guns,” Luke said. He started to rise.

”No, wait-”

”We don't have time to wait; in ten seconds we are going to be swarmed with TIEs-”

Lando touched another control, made an adjustment.

”Now!”