Tars sees the young man about to go down and grabs him with his two left hands, gently steering him to a low bench nearby.
From a great distance, Edgar can hear the concerned voices of the women. "Is he going to be all right?" "He is too old to take the Voice of Barsoom, it will destroy his mind."
Tars interjects, "He is fine. He is strong and young." To Edgar he says, "It should pass in a few minutes. Or hours."
He sounds unconcerned. Behind them women are all chattering.
"He's so small and pale. They say he killed a Devil's Snare big enough to eat a thoat calf? Without a weapon? Surely he found it already dead." "No, Tabras saw the tentacle marks around the thoatling's throat. He saved it and brought it back to camp." "They say he looks like John Carter. Perhaps we should take him to Dejah Thoris? They say she still has not married. Maybe she would trade for him?" "Shut up, all of you. He is not Helium's. He fights for us!"
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From a great distance, Edgar can hear the concerned voices of the women. "Is he going to be all right?" "He is too old to take the Voice of Barsoom, it will destroy his mind."
Tars interjects, "He is fine. He is strong and young." To Edgar he says, "It should pass in a few minutes. Or hours."
He sounds unconcerned. Behind them women are all chattering.
"He's so small and pale. They say he killed a Devil's Snare big enough to eat a thoat calf? Without a weapon? Surely he found it already dead." "No, Tabras saw the tentacle marks around the thoatling's throat. He saved it and brought it back to camp." "They say he looks like John Carter. Perhaps we should take him to Dejah Thoris? They say she still has not married. Maybe she would trade for him?" "Shut up, all of you. He is not Helium's. He fights for us!"