Replete with auroch, merriment, songs and bleeding fingertips, the Stranger smiles a slightly warm smile around the room, kisses the girls and makes them cry and hugs the barmaid --but only for a decent interval-- and heaves the Dreadnought case toward the door. As he reaches it the Cuppucin riding in its usual place blows kisses to the Mudfolk all across the various corners of the Tavern.

The burbling of the giant motorcycle engine quickly settles into a steady heartbeat of power and with a graceful lean and a swift acceleration, the Indian fades into the night, bound over the mountains tothe warm desert dawn ahead.