"I could use another ewer of that hot fowl-broth, that Munsen brought for us last night." Lloyd mentioned as if hoping that someone would hand him some through the hole in the cell door. "My sentiments ..." echoed Boyce. Both of them simultaneously began to bend and move their arms frantically, and then their legs. They didn't miss a part of their body that ached. They had to exercise themselves or else the arthritic pains would never leave them. Later, each of them took turns basking their chests in the rays of sunlight that penetrated into the cell and soon they were both able to breath freer, and more easily. "I'd rather be eaten than spend another night in here!" Boyce offered the statement as something easy to think about, but it turned to annoy Lloyd's own thoughts and fears about it all; he had taught Boyce about the fact that the Palatkans cut up and ate their victims alive. He still kept that fact to himself, needing Boyce's strength of ignorance to keep himself from going mad. The sun was higher in the sky and they waited for someone to come and bring them food, assuming that prisoners were also allowed to eat. Then their relief finally came. 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!" He lifted a cylindrical package into the air and put an ember to it, then threw it. Momentarily, a great whoosh was heard and dust and rock spewed all about the area and towards the cells, to where Lloyd and Boyce watched. They dove to the floor and covered their heads, but in short order looked up at one another. "That's why he told us to keep down!" yelled Boyce. "I presume so!" Lloyd returned.