"Mine has been avenged," Chiun returned stiffly.
"What say we take our shame and bury them both for good?"
Chiun made wrinkles along the top of his bald skull. "This is a reasonable suggestion."
"Good," said Remo, tossing Chiun's long nail into the pile and closing the lid. He hoisted the trunk onto one shoulder.
"But remember," Chiun warned, "even when the box is empty, you have not been excused from lugging duty."
"My caboose," grunted Remo.