Nine Herders elders first blessed the White Lion and then toasted him.
The White Lion took the golden cup and drank up the milk wine: "[Herde Language] having said that, elders, you may ask for anything. Whatever you desire, I shall grant."
"[Herde Language] Wise White Lion, Merciful White Lion, Powerful White Lion." Tashyi bowed deeply: "[Herde Language] Please spare the living creatures in the pen, let them go to places with water and grass to breed, let the next great hunt harvest beasts from mountains and valleys, let your wise and merciful renown spread across the plains."
The White Lion nodded in agreement.
The dull sound of the horn reverberated through the hunting ground, it was the command of forgiveness, the signal to cease the slaughter.
