She read to them, "Unless and until a man evinces the requesite determination to be free, he will forever remain as yoked as the meanest of beasts. You understand this?"
Old Marcellus snorted, "Means we free get killt findin' yoh magic Emerald Way. Jus' a tale Mizzy."
"A tale I have found true...an abandoned spurline running straight north to Kentucky. The grass...the foliage...so green. The trees bending to form a tunnel. I can guide you but we MUST leave now. Trust me?"
As one, they followed her into the night to walk the Emerald Way to freedom.