the night watch by rembrandt

"Listen," his uncle told him, "for the first time we've got a chance for a realfortune. We'll make enough to hire some extra hands for next time. Not 'droids—people. Then you can go to the Academy." He fumbled over words, unaccustomedto pleading. "I need you here, Luke. You understand that, don't you?" "It's another year," his nephew objected sullenly. "Another year." "How many times had he heard that before? How many times had theyrepeated this identical charade with the same result? Convinced once more that Luke had come round to his way of thinking. Owenshrugged the objection off. "Time will pass before you know it" Abruptly Luke rose, shoving his barely touched plate of food aside. "That'swhat you said last year when Biggs left." He spun and half ran from the room. "Where are you going, Luke?" his aunt yelled worriedly after him. Luke's reply was bleak, bitter. "Looks like I'm going nowhere." Then headded, out of consideration for his aunt's sensibilities, "I have to finish cleaningthose 'droids if they're going to be ready to work tomorrow." Silence hung in the air of the dining room after Luke departed. Husband andwife ate mechanically. Eventually Aunt Beru stopped shoving her food around herplate, looked up, and pointed out earnestly, "Owen, you can't keep him here forever.Most of his friends are gone, the people he grew up with. The Academy means somuch to him."