Chapter Seventeen

Luke stepped onto the verandah from the doorway adjoining his room and 
moved to the edge of the railing, his eyes sweeping the forest, seeing 
with Jedi senses where non-Jedi could not.  Endor in its pre-dawn state 
was a sensually stunning experience.

The eerie quiet of the forest in the moments before it awakened joined 
hands with last evening's gentle mist, rising on silent silken wings, 
painting an endless vista of cotton-coated ancient hardwoods.  The deep 
browns and tans of assorted barks blended with multiple shades of 
green, resulting in a kaleidoscope of colors that was soothing to 
sleepy morning eyes.

Slowly the call of the myriad avian population became audible, 
distantly at first, gaining in strength as it grew in numbers.  Soon 
details of the forest began to emerge as the air was charged with 
morning's magic, bathing the landscape with the hushed hues of dawn.  
The mist rose as a majestic lacy veil, dissipating as it approached the 
upper reaches of atmosphere.  And suddenly it was morning.

Luke sensed Han's presence an instant before hearing his voice.  "Now, 
that's what I call a sunrise."  He watched as Han stepped over to the 
railing across from the door to his and Leia's chambers, a cup in one 
hand, its contents sending tendrils of steam into the crisp, early 
morning air.  He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and Luke could 
feel his friend opening himself to the morning's energies.

Something had happened during the night.  Luke noted the change in his 
friend's Sense, and a wry smile curved his mouth; ten to one it had 
something to do with that enormous wave of Force-energy he felt from 
his twin last evening.

Apparently reading Luke's thoughts, Han turned and looked at his 
brother-in-law, favoring him with a wink.  "You got it," he said with a 
little self-satisfied grin before turning back toward the forest, an 
air of tremendous well-being about him.  "Bet you had trouble tuning 
that out," he murmured, bringing his cup to his mouth and taking a sip.

He had indeed, Luke thought, reddening in spite of himself.  At times 
like these, the Jedi Master still felt like the farm-boy innocent he 
had been on Tatooine, all those years ago.  "How's Leia?" he asked, for 
want of anything else to say, and then could have kicked himself for 
the obvious double entendre.

Han glanced sharply at him, quelling the instinctive jealousy that 
threatened to rear its ugly head.  Just as suddenly, he mentally 
relaxed, realizing that the Jedi meant no offense.  The kid seemed 
almost embarrassed by the whole thing.  "She's fine," Han assured him, 
"you can see for yourself in a few minutes.  She's just finishing up 
with Cady, then she'll be joining us."   Unable to resist teasing the 
younger man, Han leaned toward his brother-in-law and whispered in a 
conspiratorial tone.  "Marry a Jedi, Luke.  Trust me."

Nothing would please him more, Luke thought privately.  For years he 
had wandered the galaxy in search of Force-sensitives like himself as 
candidates for his Jedi Academy.  In his travels, he had encountered 
many interesting young women, some with the Force, some without.  
Despite several near misses, he had yet to be united with that life-
mate he was certain was out there, somewhere among the cosmos.

The door opened behind Han, and Leia appeared, breathtakingly beautiful 
in a soft lavender robe of shimmersilk, her dark hair loose and flowing 
down her back in waves, the bright Force-spot that was Arcadia in her 
arms.  As she approached her husband, Luke tuned his Jedi senses to his 
tiny niece, feeling a massive charge of Force-energy as Han took the 
baby from Leia's arms, held her up to his face and kissed the 
diminutive nose.
 
"How's my Cady-bit?" Han addressed the infant in the serious yet light 
tone of voice he tended to use when dealing with his children.  "How's 
my Cady-bit today?"

Arcadia reached for Han's nose with flailing arms, making little 
grunting noises as she squirmed in her father's hands.  "Are we grumpy 
this morning?"  He glanced at Leia, brow raised.  The baby was normally
extraordinarily good-natured.  "What's the matter with her?" he asked, 
concerned.

"Something must have been keeping her awake last night," Leia murmured 
teasingly.

Han grinned down at his wife, then leaned in for a quick kiss, which 
ended up being not so quick after all. 

Feeling suddenly very much in the way, Luke turned in search of the 
twins and Anakin, whom he could hear bounding across the porch from the 
opposite side of the verandah.  Jacen and Jaina ran for their parents 
with excited calls, with Anakin hurrying to keep up with them.

"Dad, Dad!" Jacen called in his too-loud ten year-old voice.  "You'll 
never guess what happened last night at the Ewok village!"

"I want to tell!" Jaina objected, stomping her foot.

"No, I will, it's my turn to tell!" Jacen stormed, and the morning's 
peace was shattered by the sound of the twins' battling over which 
would have the privilege of recounting their evening.  Anakin stood 
back, wide-eyed, watching his siblings threaten to duke it out.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Han's booming voice penetrated the bedlam.  Both 
children immediately quieted, turning their large dark eyes up to their 
father with quiet respect.  He rarely raised his voice at them, and 
when he did, it got their attention rather quickly.  Han nodded in 
Leia's direction.  "Let's see what your mother has to say."

Leia looked at her older children a moment, considering.  Not wanting 
to hurt either child's feelings, she nodded instead to Luke.  "Why 
don't we let your Uncle Luke tell us what happened?"  Immediately she 
sensed the calming effect her words had on both children, knowing they 
loved their Uncle Luke far too much to object to his telling a story of 
any kind.  She smiled to herself, pleased that even this far from 
Coruscant, her diplomacy skills continued to aid her.

"How was the Light Festival?" she asked, crossing the verandah to sit 
in one of the self-conforming chairs at the breakfast table by the 
railing.  She pressed a button on the adjoining comlink, and a moment 
later Threepio appeared with a tray of breakfast pastries and hot, 
spicy paricha.  Leia smiled and nodded her thanks to the droid as he 
set the trays on the table, then turned her attention to Luke's tale.

"We very nearly didn't have a Light Festival," he began.  "It seems a 
band of mischievous young Ewoks decided to abscond with the Lantern of 
Sacred Light just before the initial pilgrimage to the Tree of Light.  
The entire village was in a bit of an uproar until it was finally 
located and returned to its shrine."

"Did they continue with the festivities?" Leia asked, pouring glasses 
of juice from the beverage tray and handing one to each of the children 
before pouring cups of paricha for the adults.

"By the time they fingered the little perpetrators and restored order 
the moon had passed beyond the Tree of Light," Luke said, taking his 
cup and nodding his thanks.  "According to their tradition, the rites 
must be accomplished before that point, so the whole affair had to be 
postponed until tonight."  He took a sip of his beverage.  "So, we're 
going to try again this evening.  Do you think you two might like to 
come?"

Han and Leia exchanged loaded looks and Luke quickly took a sip from 
his cup to hide a knowing smile.  "Uh, sure, kid," Han mumbled, the 
smoldering gaze he fixed on his wife belying his words.  "If we're not 
busy...with the baby..." he shrugged, "...you know."

"Of course," Luke agreed, straight-faced.  "That's okay," he added 
cheerily.  "The Festival continues for fourteen days so perhaps you can 
make it on one of the other nights.  Each night of the Festival a 
different offering is brought before the Tree of Light.  On the 
fourteenth night the entire village comes ablaze with celebratory 
fires.  I'm told there is dancing and singing and all kinds of merry-
making."  He smiled wistfully. "Sounds a lot like that celebration 
right after the Battle of Endor, doesn't it?"

Leia recalled the evening with fondness.  She and Han had slipped away 
from the celebration for one of their own, lying together beneath the 
stars, discovering each other for the first time, plighting their 
troth.  Now that she thought of it, that was the first time she had 
experienced the strange intensification of her Force-awareness on 
Endor.

That night she and Han had made love deep in the cozy confines of a 
fern-dell, and it had seemed to her that the ground had literally 
trembled when they came together.  She looked now into his eyes and 
felt his own fond memories of that night, and the simultaneous 
quickening of their Senses made her catch her breath, her face flushed 
with renewed desire.

"What's wrong with your face, Mother?" Jacen asked.  "Did you get a 
sunburn or something?"

Han burst into hearty laughter, walked over to his son and mussed the 
already tousled head.  "Or something, son," he laughed, and took the 
chair next to Leia, Arcadia cradled in one arm, hugging his wife 
affectionately with the other.  It was obvious that he was enjoying her 
discomfiture enormously.

She arched a cultured eyebrow, fixing him with a reproachful look.  "It 
works both ways, my darling," she chided and projected a thought of 
such wicked intent that Luke instantaneously tuned it out before the 
picture was complete.  He grinned as he watched Han's face grow 
scarlet.

"Okay, okay," Han muttered sideways to his wife.  "I get the picture.  
Show a guy a little pity, huh?"

She leaned against him, kissing him, and in her whispered words lay a 
promise for the evening.  "Just hold that thought, Captain," she 
instructed in a suggestive tone.
 
"Does this mean we'll be having another baby, Daddy?" Jaina piped up 
and Han and Luke both felt the wrenching sadness that edged out the 
surprise in Leia's Sense at her daughter's words.   Han tightened his 
arm around his wife's shoulders, absorbing her sorrow and turned his 
attention to answering Jaina's question.

"No, Princess," he said quietly.  "Your mother and I aren't going to 
have any more babies."  He tried a tentative smile at Leia.  "Our 
family is perfect the way it is," he concluded, kissing his wife's 
cheek with great tenderness.

Luke sensed a slight easing in his sister's pain, and he reached 
further for her Sense, felt her block him from her mind for the first 
time since they had been reunited.  Something was hurting her, very 
badly, something he had missed.  Had the Jedi trance missed something 
during the healing process, those tortuous days she had lain in the 
sickbed, teetering between life and death?  She obviously was not ready 
to tell him, whatever it was.  Luke called upon Jedi patience and 
calmed his protective instincts.  Leia would tell him when she was 
ready and not before.

Han turned his attention to Anakin, silent and still and standing close 
to his mother's chair, munching solemnly on his pastry.  "How about 
you, little man?" he asked the child.  "What did you think about all 
that excitement at the village?"

Anakin turned his ice blue eyes up to his father and answered with 
characteristic simplicity.  "Not good."  He had never been a child to 
waste words.

"Do you want to go back tonight and see the procession?" Luke asked the 
little boy.

Anakin chewed his pastry a moment before answering.  "I guess I'll have 
to," he finally said, slowly, thoughtfully.  "Maybe if I go see what it 
wants it will stop bothering me."

Leia sat bolt upright in her chair.  "What's been bothering you,  
Anakin?" she asked, and Luke could feel the unease in her Sense.

"The tree.  It calls to me every night when I go to sleep," Anakin 
mumbled.  "It just won't let me alone."

"Oh, honey," Leia whispered, her heart in her throat.  She drew her son 
into her arms, cradling his head against her breast, stroking his soft, 
dark curls.  Turning worried eyes to her husband and then to her 
brother, she clearly projected the fear she felt in her heart at the 
unknown threat to her children.

She kissed the top of Anakin's head and called to the twins, "Jacen, 
Jaina, take your brother and go play with the droids, please.  I need 
to talk with your daddy and Uncle Luke."

As the children disappeared into the house she looked up at her brother 
with huge, imploring eyes.  "Take me back, Luke...take me back to those 
damnably haunting visions."  A quiet resolve enveloped her Sense.  "I 
can remember.  I must remember."

She clenched her fist tightly, her voice hard.  "I swear by the Force 
within me -  I will remember!"

********************

It was with some difficulty that Luke and Han had persuaded Leia to 
wait until the evening to journey back in time.  Since learning of 
Anakin's nightly summons, Leia had adamantly refused to let her 
children anywhere near the Ewok ceremony, and between the three adults 
they had somehow managed to get all four children abed as twilight 
enveloped the forest.

Closing the door to their sleeping chambers and stepping out onto the 
verandah, Leia hurried to her brother and husband where they stood 
waiting by the railing.  Luke touched her Sense, nodded consent and 
gestured to one of the self-conforming chairs.  Leia settled herself, 
reached for Han, and he sat in the chair next to hers, taking her hands 
in his.  In his touch she received his unique, almost reckless brand of 
grit, emboldening her to overcome the pervasive dread that threatened 
to dominate all perception.  Leia seized upon that sustenance as she 
gazed deeply into her husband's eyes, drawing upon his strength and his 
love.

//It's okay, sweetheart.// He squeezed her hand.  //I'll be there, too, 
right beside you, with you every step of the way.//  She eagerly 
grasped his mental reassurance, and the intensity of their newly found 
Force-link shook her Sense to its very essence.  She closed her eyes, 
absorbing the raw energy of her husband's Sense as it settled into her 
being.  Its fearless quality stoked her with the courage to face the 
demons that were locked in the dungeons of her mind, in hopes that she 
could purge them and lay them to rest.

Leia took a deep breath, looked again at her brother, teacher and 
guide, whom she was now asking to lead her into Darkness.  "Take me 
back," she commanded.  "I have much to tell you...and ever so much to 
learn."

The Jedi Master sat before his sister and placed his fingertips to her 
temples, as Han had witnessed before.  He watched in fascination as his 
wife's large dark eyes went vacant, her eyelids drooping, until her 
lashes lay like thick draperies upon her cheeks.  Her breath came in a 
steady rhythm with the rise and fall of her chest, and Han watched her
carefully for any signs of distress, ready to absorb her fear with his 
Sense the moment it was detected.

Leia relaxed into her brother's probe, feeling herself carried on 
psychic waves through recent events, through the pain and passion of 
the night before.  She journeyed again through the long recuperation 
from her illness, finally into the heart of her raging delirium, 
consciously quelling the instinctive wall of protection that tried to 
prevent her from re-entering that zone of torture, that time of fear.

Slowly and painfully the memories fully surfaced, tearing at her mind 
with sharp talons, threatening to take her under, and she fought to 
repel the fear that sought to claim her.  Vaguely, on the periphery of 
perception, she felt Han's Sense.  Aware of its insistent Presence, she 
instinctively channeled its throbbing energy into her need to persevere 
over Darkness, and, thus armed, she plummeted headlong into the abyss 
of memory.

As if from a great distance, Leia heard a voice calling a name - hers?  
No, not Leia - but Aura.  The woman was calling someone named 
Aura...and that woman and Leia were now one and the same.

*******************

//Aura!  Aura, darling!  Where are you?  Come to me, daughter!//

The woman stumbled along a forest path, the whole of her Sense 
dominated by fear, her breath coming in great sobs.  What was happening 
to her people?  Where was her daughter?  Where were all the children?

The village children had disappeared, one by one, and although 
exhaustive physical and psychic searches had been conducted with their 
combined Senses, all was to no avail.  Slowly, painfully, the women of 
the village had succumbed to the mindless, paralyzing fright 
instinctive to mothers whose young are threatened.  Their mates, 
intimately linked to their wives and children, had been unable to aid 
their loved ones in these desperate times, and in their anguished 
helplessness they had also fallen prey to the darkness of the women's 
despair.

The woman now followed the forest path, turning onto a side trail and 
coming upon a field of tall grass.

//Aura!  Hear me, daughter!  Why won't you answer me?//

Before her stood a mighty tree, its ancient arms twisting about each 
other and pointing upward, thrusting skyward like fingers of light.  
She sensed the shocking power that pulsated from within it.

Illumination struck the woman with a force that took her breath away.  
The Tree!  The children were inside the Tree!  Somehow this massive 
pillar of light and life had taken in the village children, feeding off 
of their Jedi-bred talents, growing in power with every offering, 
absorbing their collective Sense and lifeblood; as though through 
metamorphosis the children were now as one with the Tree.

The woman threw herself prostrate before it, her Sense reaching for her 
daughter, desperate for the touch of the child's mind.  With amazing 
clarity she received the immediate response from Aura, and the mother 
cradled her child's Sense lovingly, joyously embracing the knowledge 
that the other children were safe as well - somehow inside the Tree.  
But how?

There was movement behind her, alerting her Jedi senses, and the woman 
blocked all thoughts of the children from her mind, safe from prying 
eyes.  She turned, and there before her stood a man enshrouded in such 
Darkness that her very essence was shaken to the core.  Fear was a dark 
dagger that ripped at her vitals.

She turned terrified eyes to the wizened face, shrinking from the 
concentration of Evil she felt in his Sense, the baleful glare that 
shone from the strange yellow eyes.  The man sneered, locking her gaze 
to his and sending forth a wave of such heinous intent that the woman 
gasped and fell backward, rolling upon the mossy ground beneath the 
Tree, shrieking with Sense and voice:  "No!  Not the children!"

The Dark Man threw back his head and laughed, the sound of his manic 
glee echoing madly throughout the forest.  Darkness fed off the woman's 
agony, delighting in her prone form before him - another Jedi morsel to 
fuel his raging hunger.

******************

Han instinctively embraced his wife's suddenly rigid form, feeling her 
frighteningly rapid slide into hysteria.  He put all of his strength 
behind his psychic grip on her Sense, frustrated at his own clumsiness
in using this new and unfamiliar skill, slowly and painfully pulling 
her toward the present, sweating with the effort to bring her back to 
them.  Luke joined him, worried at the depths his sister had descended 
into madness.  The men managed to wrap their Senses around Leia, 
concentrating as one to wrest her from the grip of terror.

With an abruptness that startled them, her eyes snapped open, and Han 
ached at the raw panic that dominated their depths.  Her breath was 
coming in ragged sobs and far too rapid for proper oxygen intake.  
"She's gonna hyperventilate," Han warned in a worried voice, tightening 
his hold on her with his arms and with his Sense.  Luke reached with 
his Jedi senses to calm his sister, yet not quickly enough, and he 
cried her name with voice and Sense as she suddenly collapsed against 
her husband.

For a moment the two men simply sat there, too shaken by the experience 
to move.  Han shifted his wife in his arms, lifting her and carrying 
her to the swing, her head and arms hanging limply.  He gingerly sat 
down, cradling her to him, his Sense reaching into hers.  Alarmed at 
the state of emotional turmoil and mental disarray he felt within her, 
he held her tightly, projecting reassurance deeply into her psyche, 
projecting peace.  He felt Luke's efforts join his, and together they 
vied for her soul against the demons she'd faced so bravely, out of 
fear for her children - and out of her love for them.

After a seemingly endless stretch of time, Leia stirred in his arms and 
looked up at him with tortured eyes, whispering hoarsely:  "They've 
taken my children."

"No, Leia," Han told her firmly.  "Not our children.  They're all here, 
asleep in their beds.  Nothing is gonna happen to them.  I promise."

She seemed not to hear him.  "They've taken my children," she repeated, 
and a low moan began deep within her, tearing its way through her with 
agonizing slowness until it burst from her throat with an anguish that 
shook Han to the core.

Luke reached quickly to put a Force block around Leia, to dampen the 
emotional turmoil the sleeping children might be able to pick up from 
their mother.  As he did, he heard Han trying to get through to her.

"Leia!"  Han commanded.  "Stop!  You'll scare the kids.  Reach for 
them, Leia!  You can feel them; Jacen and Jaina, Anakin and baby Cady - 
all of them asleep in their beds."  He shook her and forced her to look 
at him, her eyes great brown wells of misery.  "Come with me!  We'll 
touch Cady together."

Luke watched as Han's eyes drifted to the vacant spot that put him in 
touch with the infant, watched as Leia's tortured features slowly eased 
and her tears began to flow, slowly at first, rapidly turning to great 
sobs of relief as she reached for her other children and joyfully 
embraced their Senses.

She clung to Han with a desperation neither man had ever witnessed.  
Luke permitted himself to draw breath as her Sense made its painful way 
back to a more or less normal state.  Han held her as he had that night 
on Coruscant, the first time she had visited the Tree, and somehow they 
all felt that the terror rose not from the Tree itself, but from the 
Darkness that had invaded its realm - a Darkness that had to be 
eradicated.

Somehow the fortress-Tree had taken those lost Jedi children into its 
protection, shielded from the Evil that had been Palpatine and that had 
preyed upon their parents.  And the task was now before them to free 
those children, while protecting their own - and each other - from a 
similar fate.

Eventually Leia quieted in Han's arms and her trembling ceased.  He 
looked down at her head where it rested against his shoulder, and 
brushed his lips against the wisps of hair that kissed her forehead.  
"How about it, sweetheart?" he asked softly.  "You okay?"

She nodded and slowly sat up in his lap, yet made no move to leave his 
comforting warmth.  She sat with her knees draped over his legs, her 
slippered feet dangling, and looked down at them, deep in thought.  "So 
that's what she meant," she murmured.

"What who meant?" the men asked in unison, and Leia looked first at 
Han, then at Luke.  "Our mother," she told them.  "Mother paid me a 
visit yesterday - and left me with some rather puzzling clues to 
ponder."

She glanced at Han, her mouth twisting slightly.  "I didn't tell you 
everything she said," she informed him.  "When I asked her why I had 
been summoned before the Tree she said that it was because I wanted to 
come - that I was always meant to be the one."  She looked up at Luke.  
"She said it was my Destiny."  Her eyes drifted into the Force and Leia 
was quiet for so long that her brother was prompted to bring her back 
to the present.

"What is, Leia?" Luke urged.  "What is your destiny?"

"To be the savior of the children," she answered in a far-away voice.  
"Mother said that Arcadia would not be the last of my children, only 
the last child of my body.  'Your Destiny lies with the Lost Ones', she 
told me.  Her parting words were, 'Free them and raise them as your 
own.'"

To Leia, the illumination was now startling, the reason she had been 
compelled to return to Endor's sanctuary moon, time and time again over 
the years.  Obviously, she'd been summoned, yet had not been destined 
to hear the call until this particular point in her life.

"If it's your Destiny to free the children, sweetheart, then why is it 
the Tree keeps calling to our children?" Han wanted to know.  "If it 
was pulling the kids in to protect them from the Emperor, why is it 
trying to pull our kids in now?  Palpatine's been dead for an awful 
long time."

"Perhaps it senses a new evil," Luke said quietly, struck with sudden 
foreknowledge.  He looked at Han and Leia, and shook his head in 
warning.  "I've sensed a lurking Darkness ever since I touched down 
here, weeks ago.  At first I thought it was the darkness of the illness 
that had overtaken you, Leia, but I couldn't sense it in the vicinity 
of the treehouse.  I've visited the Tree several times and I don't 
detect any more darkness than the usual cosmic waste that lingers on 
any world where lives have been lost."

He paused thoughtfully, gazing off into the forest.  "Yet you felt it, 
intensely," he continued quietly, and again swept the area with his 
Jedi senses.  "I get the feeling it's lying dormant...somewhere out 
there in the forest -" he broke off, glancing up at the endless stars 
above them, reaching.  "Or maybe up there, out there..." he shook his 
head, puzzled, yet certain of one thing.  "It is there - somewhere - 
waiting.  Perhaps the time has not yet come for its awakening."

Leia shuddered and Han tightened his arms around her, hugging her to 
him in a fierce embrace.  "Let's just make sure we're ready for this 
Darkness when it decides it's time to wake up," he said grimly.

*****************

Later that evening, after Luke had gone to bed and Leia was busy with 
Arcadia's late-night feeding, Han returned to the porch swing and sat 
alone in the moonlight, deep in thought.

It had seemed like the perfect plan, to abscond with his family and 
whisk them far away from the madness of Imperial City, to escape to a 
forest moon where life was simple, and beautiful, and every day was 
filled with happiness.

Destiny, it seemed, had something else in mind.  Try though he might, 
Han found that he could not totally shield his family from the dangers 
of the universe.  He had brought them here, to the sanctuary they had 
always found it to be; but instead of providing the haven they sought, 
Endor had turned into yet another battleground.

He felt his wife's presence and looked up to watch her graceful 
approach, reaching for her with his arms and with his Sense.  He pulled 
her down beside him and they sat together, drinking of each other's 
essence, feeding each other the comfort they so sorely needed.

Leia looked up at him, her tortured eyes pleading, and Han's heart 
lurched at the fear that swam their depths.  "We're in this together, 
sweetheart," he reminded her, his voice deep and rich in his sincerity.  
"And together we'll get through it.  Trust me.  Believe in us!"

She watched him for a long moment, her heart in her eyes, reaching for 
his Sense and clutching it to her soul with desperate hands.  She 
touched his face, traced the scar on his chin with her thumb.  Their 
eyes connected and smoldered with an intensity that ignited the ever-
present flame, like that unknown evil, lying dormant just beneath the 
surface, waiting to be awakened.

"Make love to me, Han" Leia whispered.  "I want to be one with you - in 
life, and in the Force."

Without a moment's hesitation, Han took her face in his hands and 
kissed her with all the pent-up emotion that had built to a fevered 
pitch throughout the long, arduous day, and she answered his calling 
with a fire of her own.  As always, the torch burned brightly, the 
added dimension of their Force-link adding fuel to the flame.

Han Solo carried his wife to their bed and together they fortified 
themselves for the confrontation to come; and baby Arcadia, the tiny 
bundle destined to be the object of the looming battle, slept 
peacefully through her parents' passion, and drew strength from their 
renewal.

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