A hooded Palatkan priest walked up to the vault door and gave each of the men a small pail of broth and a long stick of bread.
"Munsen conveys his best wishes and a hardy appetite." said the hooded man then he came
closer to the hole and whispered to them. "We shall let you go free very soon, friends. Do not worry!"
The message was brief and strong, and with the wholesome food given them, they believed that they soon would go free.
The silence was disquieting in the city and Boyce and Lloyd both knew that it was now or never, that the uprising would be put into action.
They waited eagerly and they could see that the day was slowly losing time, the sun already disappearing overhead from their view.
Then it happened. Near the centre of the city, a plume of hot red fire and smoke of purple, black and blue, rose in force up into the sky, with the roar of a hundred thousand thunders.
Screams soon followed the sounds of buildings crumbling and the men watched the citizens of Palatka running about aimlessly, caught up in the uprising between Urre's army an the high-priest's advocates and friends.
On the flat top of one of the cubed clay buildings stood Munsen and he hollered into the midst of the city towards Urre's palace.
"Give us honesty, purity and freedom! Give us your life and we shall spare your families!"