The Sacrifice of Abraham painting

The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
The Water lily Pond
I've got to free myself, he thought, get free of this ice. His strength had not yetreturned fully, but with a determined effort, he pulled himself up and reached for theconfining bonds. Still too weak, Luke could not break the ice and fell back into hishanging position, the white floor rushing up at him. "Relax," he said to himself. "Relax." The ice walls creaked with the ever-louder bellows of the approaching creature.Its feet crunched on the frigid ground, coming frightening nearer. It would not belong before the shaggy white horror would be back and possibly warming the coldyoung warrior in the darkness of its belly. Luke's eyes darted about the gorge, finally spotting the pile of gear he hadbrought with him on his mission, now lying in a useless, crumpled heap on the floor.The equipment was nearly a full, unattainable meter beyond his grasp. And with thatgear was a device that entirely captured his attention—a stout handgrip unit with apair of small switches and a surmounting metal disk. The object had once belongedto his father, a former Jedi Knight who had been betrayed and murdered by the youngDarth Vader. But now it was Luke's, given him by Ben Kenobi to be wielded withhonor against Imperial tyranny.