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received a perilous, wondrous gift. The gift of freedom. This goldengod…"—here Threepio paused in his translation just long enough to savor themoment; then went on—"…This golden god, whose return to us has been prophesiedsince the First Tree, tells us now he will not be our Master, tells us we are free tochoose as we will—that we must choose; as all living things must choose their owndestiny. He has come, Honorable Elders, and he will go; no longer may we be slavesto his diving guidance. We are free. "Yet how must we comport ourselves? Is an Ewok's love of the wood any lessbecause he can leave it? No—his love is more, because he can leave it, yet he stays.So is it with the voice of the Golden One: we can close our eyes; yet we listen. "His friends tell us of a Force, a great living spirit, of which we are all part, even