Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength.
Saint Francis de Sales
Qui-Gon Jinn left the shop in an even worse mood than he had entered it. The Toydarian, Watto, refused to accept Republic credits. If they couldn't find someone with the right type of hyperdrive who accepted credits, they would be stranded on this little backwater planet for an unknown period of time.
Suddenly the Force whirled around Qui-Gon, singing a warning to him with its melody. His head turned as though pulled by an unseen magnet. Warning trilled. Someone was in danger.
Qui-Gon raced through alleyways, barely stopping to tell Padme and R2-D2 to look after Jar-Jar and stay put. As he turned a corner he stopped. A cart's repulsor-lifts had failed as it turned, causing it to fly over on top of its driver. He gritted his teeth. There was nothing he could do here. If it was just him and Obi-Wan, he could risk blowing their cover, but the Queen could not be risked under any circumstances.
"Ben!" called out a voice behind him. Qui-Gon turned to see the boy from the shop, the old man at his heels. The old man slowed and closed his eyes. He's blind, Qui-Gon realized. He saw and heard Ben's aria spread about the narrow street as the old man stepped forward.
"Don't worry," the old man said calmly. People who were crowded around instantly made way for Ben.
"Can you help him, sir?" said a little girl no older than five. Ben nodded and reached out his hand. Qui-Gon's jaw dropped as the cart hovered into the air and was flung aside.
A trained Force user here, of all places? he thought. He pushed through the crowd to reach the old man. He had to check this out.