He stopped when he came to the last house. A wider street stood between the house he stood on and the one across the street. He knew he would not be able to clear the distance, not with his mother in his arms.
Anakin heard voices in the street below him. He had to keep low until dark, already dusk was setting in and the sky was a riot of red and orange, soon it would be dark then he could sneak away in the cover of darkness. Looking around, he found a discarded machinery crate in one corner of the roof. It was too small for the two of them, but he managed somehow to squeeze in with his mother.
"Kill him on sight!" He heard a voice say, "This is a dangerous murderer we have here, he killed four of my men with his bare hands."
Anakin peered out through a small chink in the wooden wall of the crate; the street was directly below him. The boys eyes slanted into narrow slits and his nostrils began to flare when he saw whom the voice belonged to. 'Rami Caisa,' his mother's owner, the man responsible for the pain and humiliation that his mother had suffered.
The sight of the squat man infuriated him and made his blood boil. Anakin wished to spring upon him and kill him this very minute. But of coarse that was something he could not do now, At the moment he had to think of getting his mother somewhere safe.
He looked at Shmi, she was barely breathing as she rested her head against her son's chest. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he looked down at the broken form of his loving mother.
"Stay with Mom," He begged, "Just a little longer. Once I get you to Old maci's you'll be just fine," He hugged her body gently caressing her shoulders.
It was almost dark but the search was not over. Anakin stiffened when he heard footsteps nearby, he learned forward and peered through the cracks in the wall opposite to him. He saw three men searching the roof with glowlamps. Anakin closed his eyes and prayed.
He kept himself alert and thought of what he would do if he was to be discovered, which was very little, since the men were armed.
After a while he heard the men speak among them selves.
"He's not here, maybe he's managed to sneak into the streets,"
"What about Shane's place, did someone check there?"
"What about Watto' junkyard? Bet you a thousand druggats he's hiding there somewhere,"
"Yea! Your right, lets try Watoo's junkyard,"
"They can't go too far from the city or they'll go boom,"
"BTW what are we gonna do with the money that devil Rami has promised for the slave's capture,"
They were still discussing that as they left the roof, their voices receding slowly till the roof was silent again.
Anakin let out his breath heavily but he did not move out until it was all quite below.
Anakin heard voices in the street below him. He had to keep low until dark, already dusk was setting in and the sky was a riot of red and orange, soon it would be dark then he could sneak away in the cover of darkness. Looking around, he found a discarded machinery crate in one corner of the roof. It was too small for the two of them, but he managed somehow to squeeze in with his mother.
"Kill him on sight!" He heard a voice say, "This is a dangerous murderer we have here, he killed four of my men with his bare hands."
Anakin peered out through a small chink in the wooden wall of the crate; the street was directly below him. The boys eyes slanted into narrow slits and his nostrils began to flare when he saw whom the voice belonged to. 'Rami Caisa,' his mother's owner, the man responsible for the pain and humiliation that his mother had suffered.
The sight of the squat man infuriated him and made his blood boil. Anakin wished to spring upon him and kill him this very minute. But of coarse that was something he could not do now, At the moment he had to think of getting his mother somewhere safe.
He looked at Shmi, she was barely breathing as she rested her head against her son's chest. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he looked down at the broken form of his loving mother.
"Stay with Mom," He begged, "Just a little longer. Once I get you to Old maci's you'll be just fine," He hugged her body gently caressing her shoulders.
It was almost dark but the search was not over. Anakin stiffened when he heard footsteps nearby, he learned forward and peered through the cracks in the wall opposite to him. He saw three men searching the roof with glowlamps. Anakin closed his eyes and prayed.
He kept himself alert and thought of what he would do if he was to be discovered, which was very little, since the men were armed.
After a while he heard the men speak among them selves.
"He's not here, maybe he's managed to sneak into the streets,"
"What about Shane's place, did someone check there?"
"What about Watto' junkyard? Bet you a thousand druggats he's hiding there somewhere,"
"Yea! Your right, lets try Watoo's junkyard,"
"They can't go too far from the city or they'll go boom,"
"BTW what are we gonna do with the money that devil Rami has promised for the slave's capture,"
They were still discussing that as they left the roof, their voices receding slowly till the roof was silent again.
Anakin let out his breath heavily but he did not move out until it was all quite below.