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Once, when he was still a padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi went to a world he had never since revisited. For reasons he no longer quite recalled, Qui-Gon Jinn had asked him to spend all day in an outdoor bazaar, making small purchases and listening to the street gossip. After hours of walking, he rested against a shaded wall with a piece of fruit in his hand and listened to a storyteller recite a legend to a crowd of gathered children. In the story, a beautiful princess was forced to marry an ugly and cruel general who had served her father well in war. When she was with child, the ugly husband threatened to kill her if she didn't bear him a son. After the child was born a girl, she hid the baby in a drawer and pretended to still be pregnant for an entire month, buying time for a messenger to reach her true love—a poor but virtuous soldier—and for him to come riding to her rescue.

As a teenager, he could remember thinking that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. He'd taken his share of turns helping out in crèches at the Temple, and he knew just how obvious a baby's presence would be, even in a palace. The noise, the smell, the constant need for attention—that cruel husband would have known he was father to a baby girl before her first day was over. Besides which, what's the moral here? Love conquers all, but only if you're willing to deceive your spouse?

Now, as he laid a sleeping infant into a makeshift cradle on a tiny ship bound for the Outer Rim, Obi-Wan realized the true message of the story: People only see what they want to see.

I hope I remembered to tip that storyteller.