The Jeddak grunts, looks away, obviously uncomfortable with discussing it further. Sola watches, glances at Edgar, concern lining the delicate features of her face.

"My Jeddak," she interrupts. "Should I send word to Helium, that Sark-Iljat is here with us?"

"No, no it is my hope to return him to -- where he came from before Dejah Thoris even knows he's gone. If we are lucky, that place I told you of? Will admit us entrance in the old observatory." He sighs, fingers laced together as he contemplates. "If that does not work? Then we will send word to Helium."