We will live as men should live, and the land will be tilled for us by a million yeomen. Above us the ruined moon will be our emblem of the Years of Rage. It will flicker through the clouds like a lost memory. KING ENDOR'S DECREE Finn lay deep in a softness of pillows so comfortable that his whole body was relaxed. Sleep was a drowsy content; he wanted to slip back into it, but already it was receding, withdrawing from him like a shadow from the sun. The Prison was quiet. His cell was white and empty and only a small red Eye watched him from the ceiling. 'Finn?' Keiro's voice came from somewhere close. Behind it the Prison remarked, 'He looks younger when he sleeps.' Bees hummed through an open window. There was a sweet scent of flowers he had no name for. 'Finn? Can you hear me?' He turned, licked dry lips. When he opened his eyes the sun dazzled him. The figure bending over him was tall and fair but it was not Keiro. Claudia sat back with relief. 'He's awake.' Finn felt all the knowledge of where he was flood him like a wave of despair.
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