Tosilos meanwhile was trying to unlace his helmet, and he begged them to come to his help at once, as his power of breathing was failing him, and he could not remain so long shut up in that confined space.
Íbase Tosilos desenlazando la celada, y rogaba que apriesa le ayudasen, porque le iban faltando los espíritus del aliento, y no podía verse encerrado tanto tiempo en la estrecheza de aquel aposento.