The same young man, who had brought for them the previous morning, stood before them now with a golden goblet of wine in each hand.
He handed a goblet to each man and they held them for a moment, silently waiting for something to be said.
At the edge of a burned out clay building, a crow was picking at a piece of garment showing under a pile of large rocks.
It didn't caw of flap its wings nervously, but Boyce had seen it just the same, and he pointed to it, never saying a word.
In the eye of the young leper man, a tear was forming until it was finally born onto his cheek
and trickled into the dry crusts of his face. He kneeled before the two men.
"That was our friend and leader, Munsen. His own sacrifice assured, for us, the death of Urre." he told them and they listened, very saddened.
"What is your name, my friend?" Boyce asked him.
"I am called, Virgil!" he answered.
"Rise up, Virgil, and rule this place with peace and compassion. See life and all its energies for what they really are. Make your own power and forces of life, through love, compassion and trust … and never again will you need to eat human flesh in hopes of attaining it all."