Beru: Owen, he can't stay here forever, most of his friends have gone. It means so much to him.
Owen: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.
Beru: Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his father in him.
Owen: That's what I'm afraid of.
Owen: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.
Beru: Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his father in him.
Owen: That's what I'm afraid of.
"Happens all the time. You read about it. Skions, they're called. They go lurking around in the distant wilderness for ages, handing down the secret sword and birthmark and so forth from generation to generation. Then just when the old kingdom needs them, they turn up and turf out any usurpers who happen to be around. And then there's general rejoicing."
[...]
"He has to marry a princess, too," said Brother Watchtower, "on account of being a swineherd."
[...]
"He's generally a swineherd or forester or similar, your basic skion. It's got to do with being wossname. Cognito. They've got to appear to be of, you know, humble origins."
[...]
"He has to marry a princess, too," said Brother Watchtower, "on account of being a swineherd."
[...]
"He's generally a swineherd or forester or similar, your basic skion. It's got to do with being wossname. Cognito. They've got to appear to be of, you know, humble origins."
— The Elucidated Brethren of the Ebon Night discussing the trope, Guards! Guards!
