Madonna Litta

Madonna Litta
madonna with the yarnwinder painting
Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
A small band of armed humans suddenly appeared, rifles held at the ready.Their expressions were as worry-wrinkled as their uniforms, and they carried aboutthem the aura of men prepared to die. Threepio watched silently until they had vanished around a far bend in thepassageway, then looked back at Artoo. The smaller robot hadn't shifted from hisposition of listening. Threepio's gaze turned upward also though he knew Artoo'ssenses were slightly sharper than his own. "What is it, Artoo?" A short burst of beeping came in response. Anothermoment, and there was no need for highly attuned sensors. For a minute or twomore, the corridor remained deathly silent. Then a faint scrape, scrape could beheard, like a cat at a door, from somewhere on the ship's hull. When several muffled explosions sounded, Threepio murmured, "They'vebroken in somewhere above us. There's no escape for the Captain this time."Turing he peered down at Artoo. I think we'd better—" The shriek of overstressed metal filled the air before he could finish, and the farend of the passageway was lit by a blinding actinic flash. Somewhere down therethe little cluster of armed crew who had passed by minutes before had encountered theship's attackers.