Virgil rose to his feet and looked at the two men, in such a way as one master would look with respect to another.
"We drink to Munsen and his vision of peace." hailed Boyce and he lifted the goblet to his lips to drink.
Lloyd touched his forearm but Boyce shook his head slightly, then nodded at Lloyd, to drink as well. Lloyd complied with his request.
"With the trust I show to you, in drinking this, which may otherwise have been poison, so it shall be a reminder of the trust that you will seek and find."
"With all the power given me through my promise to Munsen, I now let you and your friend go freely and in peace, through Palatka."
They bowed to one another and Virgil helped the men put the travel packs about their shoulders and then up onto the horses.
They pointed in a southern direction to a pass that lead up through the cliffs of the canyon but before they urged the horses on their way, Boyce turned to Virgil.
"The Palatkans truly are a beautiful people. May you multiply and become a truly great nation."
Boyce blessed his new and goodly friend then motioned to Lloyd to ride, and they kicked their heels into the horses and galloped towards the pass in the cliffs.
Behind them, Virgil and the two young women watched them ride away, and the crow that had picked at the rocks, lofted into the bluish skyway and soon disappeared.