[He gives the boy a curious look for this question that seems so out of place while they stand surrounded by the mess of slaughter and the debris of battle.]
What mean you by this? Why, right here is my tunic.
[So speaking, he tugs at the fabric which hangs from his waist.]
Moreover, you are injured. We ought to find water with which I might clean your scrapes ere I bandage them. Come now, let us leave from here.
[For this is what concerns him far more than the boy's peculiar appearance or his astounding strength, of which he had caught only a glimpse but he is quite sure that he saw him lifting the table with apparent ease, as an ordinary boy might lift a stick which he imagines to be a weapon the same caliber as his father's.]
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What mean you by this? Why, right here is my tunic.
[So speaking, he tugs at the fabric which hangs from his waist.]
Moreover, you are injured. We ought to find water with which I might clean your scrapes ere I bandage them. Come now, let us leave from here.
[For this is what concerns him far more than the boy's peculiar appearance or his astounding strength, of which he had caught only a glimpse but he is quite sure that he saw him lifting the table with apparent ease, as an ordinary boy might lift a stick which he imagines to be a weapon the same caliber as his father's.]