settle their affairs, to decide what course they will take.  Can they have a day?  Can you come for them twelve hundred hours, your time, tomorrow?"
"I can do that," the Warlock answered.  "Do you wish the dagger and the rest of the officer's effects?"
"No!"  the Commander snapped.  "Dispose of them, and, the body.  His family will not want it.  It is dishonored. It is without value.  If you do not mind, I know the way to the hatch. Will you permit me to leave unescorted?"
The Warlock then opened the door, stepped aside and motioned for the Commander to pass. The Commander left the Hume ship and walked back to his own.  It was really a short distance, but it seemed to take forever. A Purist security officer met him at the dock and informed him that his ship was locked down.
The Commander gave his word he would not depart, assured the security man that this situation would be resolved between him and the Hume Commander, would he kindly release the lock?
The Purist considered for a moment then nodded.  "We will have to approve the agreement," he announced, "but we would rather you settle it yourselves.  I will trust your word the lock will be removed."
The Commander entered the ship, made his way to his cabin, and had a very big, very strong drink.  Then he called his communications officer.