Chapter 13 The male slave doormat

A brief cough suddenly distracted e56's attention, and he understood that the room was not reserved for the scene unfolding before his eyes. Sensing the slave's stiffening, Marie gave a fleeting smile and, grabbing the shortest leash, forced him to turn his head towards the back of the room, to their left. There, seated on heavy, high-backed chairs, five people were following the scene with the greatest interest. Three men dressed in tuxedos and two elegant women in evening gowns, some smoking, others enjoying a glass of champagne, all devouring with their eyes the dripping crotch of the female and the jet flooding the face and mouth of the male.

 e56 felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach and rise up to his throat... he had just understood that he was not, would no longer be, a spectator, but an integral part of everything that was happening here. By entering this sumptuous residence, he had crossed the mirror, passing from the world of the virtual and the imaginary to the thickest of realisms. a realism in which he would now be an actor, or to be more accurate: a moving element of the decor, which One would place here and there and which would have to fulfill its role without flinching, obediently bending to all situations... ... the slave was however relieved to feel that His Guardian was pulling again on the leash, dragging him after Her out of the room where e75 did not stop pouring his urinary fluid to water e69, under the impassive gaze of the Hosts of the Master of the Places. One of the men, moreover, had stood up and, undoing the buttons of his trousers, approached the stage in order to unite his own jet with the continuous flow of the submissive.

 The basement corridors wound, covering an area comparable to that of the building. As on the upper floor, several doors flanked the walls on either side. But on the path Marie was taking, not a single door was open. e56 followed obediently, still thinking of the scene he had just left and wondering what awaited him now. They were approaching a bend in the corridor and from beyond this bend a slight hubbub reached the slave's ears.

 Arriving at the end of the corridor, he understood... Here, no door, but the corridor widened, opening onto a vast vaulted room where a dozen people in evening dress were chatting while enjoying the spectacle... and the situation.

 In the center of the room, a submissive had been put in a cage, a low cage and long enough for her to stand on all fours. Her head came out through an opening in the bars that encircled her neck. The cage was at just the right height for the men to come and get sucked and they did not deprive themselves of it. The slave had barely received the pleasure of a guest when, already, another was replacing him, shoving his erect penis deeply between the lips of the female... At the same time, the position imposed on her made her anal orifice perfectly available and another man was precisely in place, busy working her ass...

 But if this scene was the center of interest of the room, brightly illuminated by spotlights hidden in corners of the room, it was not the only attraction. On the walls, male slaves were kneeling, held against the wall by thick metal rings that kept their wrists and necks locked, imposing total immobility on them. Blindfolded, they all kept their mouths open and Men and Women came to take the pleasure that a mouth and a tongue could provide... The arrival of Marie and e56 must have been greeted with some satisfied expressions...

 - "Aaaah! Here's some new blood!" One of the Men called out.

 - "Yes, these languages were starting to get tiresome, a little freshness is welcome" amused one of the Elegant Mistresses present. Marie greeted the assembly and led e56 to one of the chained slaves. She freed the latter and kicked him while shouting: "Move over dog, make way for this other mutt". The "dog" began to crawl obediently a little further. Marie then undid the collar attached to e56's neck and installed him in place of the one who had just been freed. Then She turned to the audience:

 - "Sir Evans is pleased to present to You a new member of His harem. e56 has only just arrived, his sole purpose is to fulfill All Your desires... he is Yours, The Marquis hopes that he will be able to satisfy You. If this is not the case, the slave will suffer the consequences." Then, She went to fix the collar on the neck of the other slave she had ejected and She led him towards the corridors, abandoning e56 to a curious crowd that approached and observed him... the slave kept his eyes fixed on the ground. This time he was overcome with shame. The die was cast, he was facing what he had so hoped for and was now beginning to fear. His lips trembled

 - "Oooh, he's so cute, look how troubled he looks!" A Lady said amusedly.

 - "But he's shy," laughed another woman, who with one hand was caressing the slave's head.

 - "We must welcome him properly" said a man's voice and in that instant, an already hard penis stretched towards e56's lips

 - "Open!" said the voice and e56 obeyed obediently, opening his mouth wide and the erect tail plunged brutally into it.

 The man moved back and forth in the slave's mouth, who struggled to catch his breath. But his attempts to suck in a little air didn't seem to bother the one penetrating him. On the contrary, he pushed even deeper, hitting the back of the roof of his mouth with his thick glans...

 Several Guests were circling around this new scene and everyone wanted to see the "baptism of fire" of this new slave who was obviously still very clumsy... They were commenting on his attitude and while the Man ejaculated in thick streams in his throat, he had barely withdrawn when another Cock replaced him. This time, e56 had entered the heat of the action! ...

 Slave e56 no longer knew how many cocks he had already received in his mouth.

 Once the novelty had worn off, the Marquis's Guests had once again dispersed across the room, the majority of them having returned to the area around the cage where the imprisoned submissive was being subjected to very thorough treatment by two Masters, one thrusting deep into her throat, while the other thrust roughly into her widely dilated ass.

 Leaning against the cage, a woman had begun to pass her arms between the bars and kneaded her breasts, cruelly stretching her nipples by pinching them. In her cage, the slave had to endure the torture of her breasts while trying to keep her mouth soft and welcoming to the Sex that invaded her, for fear that a grimace would come to tighten her jaw, which would not have failed to make her suffer the worst punishments.

 While the other two slaves chained to the walls had their mouths busy, a lady came to sit in front of e56, turning her back on him. She had unashamedly raised the back of her dress and presented her ass to the slave who had understood that it was his tongue that was being solicited. He then moved his velvet tongue back and forth along the guest's crack, who clearly appreciated this caress, leaning more and more on e56's face so that he could give her the sweetest of licks. ... After leaving e56 in the place that had been assigned to him, Marie had led the slave she had just freed and they had gone up the basement stairs to bring him back to the ground floor, where the Marquis's party was in full swing. Several of the guests had decided to explore the park, made both fascinating and disturbing by the night shadows.

 But a brief downpour had made the ground spongy and muddy in places. The little group, after a brief escapade in the woods, would soon return to the Castle. And the Marquis needed a slave so that their return wouldn't soil the sumptuous Oriental and Chinese rugs in his salons too much.

 Also, Mary had come up with the idea of an original doormat. Leading the slave to Her Kitchen, she had tied a roll of brush carpet around his torso. Then She had brought him to one of the French windows at the rear of the Castle, through which the group of night walkers would soon make their return. ... On the threshold of the front door the slave was lying on his back, the doormat fixed to his chest and stomach. The contemptible subject was waiting, his hands and ankles tied and fixed to stakes on either side of the door. Although his thighs were pressed together, Mary had made sure to expose his penis and balls, which were perfectly accessible and could no longer slip between the thighs...

 Emerging from the undergrowth, the group was now approaching the Castle, laughing. Arriving at the door, everyone appreciated Marie's initiative and congratulated her on this excellent idea.

 Forming a sort of single file, they began to advance to enter the Castle after having impeccably wiped their soles. Thus, the slave (e12) endured the parade of soles that trampled him arrogantly and disdainfully. He had to make a constant effort with his abdominal muscles, but in return he had the opportunity to admire an exceptional collection of women's shoes, boots with thick heels, pumps that magnify the curve of the legs, mules with high and very fine heels... very painful when they sank into the flesh.

 When a guest wiped his mud-stained soles, the slave was crushed by his weight and his face, at the level of the brush mat, received shards of dried earth. Several had already taken a malicious pleasure in wiping their feet on the edge of the doormat, where the slave's face emerged. Some did not even make the effort to rub their shoes on the brush mat, but simply placed them on the slave's mouth, who then had to lick them diligently.

 Alerted by the laughter of the newcomers, several Guests had insisted on coming to see. And of course, those who had accidentally trampled on a cake that had fallen to the ground did not fail to come and take advantage of this cleaning service. There was even one who came to present her sole soiled with chewing gum and waited patiently until the slave had managed to detach most of the chewing paste, before completing her task with a long and serious licking... ...

 Once everyone had thoroughly dried their feet, Walter grabbed the slave and led him into a small adjoining room where the ceiling was quite low. By raising his feet, arms outstretched, one could have touched the beams of this French-style ceiling. He attached e56 to a Saint- André was quite original since it was mounted on a set of chains firmly attached to the beams several centuries old.

 The butler, having taken control of the hoist, pressed the button to raise the whole thing. So much so that e56 found himself with his arms and legs spread out, attached to his cross but horizontally, his back pressed against the cross, his head and body looking at the ground. The cross pressed perfectly over its entire surface against the ceiling beams. His balls and his noodle hung vulgarly in the void.

 The guests left him there for a while, the time to dry off from the rain, change, and drink much-appreciated cocktails served by Walter, who excelled in this kind of task.

 After a few drinks, as they were starting to get slightly tipsy, one of them, a buxom Dominatrix in her forties with a generous chest but an air of authority, walked towards the vestibule adjoining the large living room, raised her head and shouted to her Friends:

 - "Come see the beautiful original ceiling of our host the Marquis"

 Everyone approached and the Mistress raised her arm and grabbed the slave's limp, hanging penis.

 - Look how soft it is! Go get me a female so we can have some fun!

 No sooner said than done, Walter rushed to look in one of the dungeons in the basement, for a docile female dog in e27 and 5 minutes later he entered the hall again accompanied by the slave on a leash moving behind him on all fours. Meanwhile some Dominants had gone to get a large coffee table in solid cherry wood which they installed under the cross of Saint Andrew still hanging from the ceiling with the slave

 - Stand on this table, female dog, and suck this dog, the Domina ordered e27. I want to see him hard, but I forbid him from ejaculating for the next ten minutes; But above all, don't stop sucking him. And if by any chance he comes, I will punish him immediately in front of all of you.

 Walter helped e27 onto the table and, naked and standing, she barely lifted her head to take e56's dangling penis in her mouth. She began sucking with skill and the male's penis soon swelled to become as taut as possible under the female's expert tongue and lips.

 - female dog, spread your legs wide while you suck this dog, said sharply a Dominant who was already caressing e27's crotch. Then he grabbed a candle within his reach placed on an antique piece of furniture and shoved it without warning into the female's ass. Surprised, she let out a slight cry but despite the pain of an undilated anus, she held back so as not to attract the wrath of the Master of the house, the Marquis who was watching the whole scene with amusement. The Man worked the submissive's bottom with increasingly rapid back and forth movements. The fat of the wax now entering and exiting without difficulty.

 e27 continuing his fellatio with ardor, e56 who was doing everything he could not to ejaculate, could not hold back for long and long jets of sperm spurted onto the hair and face of the female in groans of happiness from e56

 The furious Dominant exclaimed:

 - What, look at this bastard, he didn't last 5 minutes, let's take him down from his ceiling and put him on this table on all fours and tied up, he's going to see what it costs to take pleasure when he's forbidden to do so.

 E27 was pushed to the ground, and Walter maneuvered the hoist downwards to pull E56 out. He was quickly positioned as the Domina had requested. Meanwhile, the man who had inserted the candle, no longer able to stand this exciting situation, was already sodomizing E27, who had been placed doggy-style on the ground, her head against the ground.

 The Mistress then took a large roll of adhesive tape out of her handbag and began to unroll it, wrapping it around the penis, which had become limp again. She also taped the balls and, using the roll extensively, made a large, tightly wrapped bundle of the balls and penis. e56 emitted a few cries of pain because of the hairs stretched by the adhesive. Walter then quickly gagged the dog.

 - This is what I do to dogs who can't hold it, I tape their noodle!

 Then she took a huge dildo out of her bag and shoved it roughly into e56's anus, gagging and stifling her pain again.

 - If our kind Marquis permits, I propose to leave him like this all evening, well exposed to our view, and I ask Walter to release him only once everyone has gone to bed.

 And the Marquis of Evans happily accepted and what was requested by the Domina was carried out. e56 was not delivered until 2 a.m. after he had spent the entire evening on all fours, kneeling, gagged, dildoed and with his genitals taped.

 The next day, ... that morning e56 was awakened with a start by a loud crash. He had not yet become accustomed to these abrupt awakenings. He unfolded his long frame as much as the chains that bound him allowed. He was still exhausted from the treatment he had suffered in the evening. This woman was of unparalleled cruelty, but he knew how to hold on until the end, like the good slave he wishes to become, he dreams of the day when he will see pride in the eyes of his dear Master.

 BOOM! It was getting closer, he had to prepare himself in case the person who caused this commotion came. Still hazy from sleep, he began to position himself as a perfect slave. Face down, his rump raised, he thought back to the origin of his erect member at that moment. His dream, where his Master punished him with an iron fist to make him become better at his servitude.

 The door creaked, e56 received a kick in the ribs that sent him flying against the wall. He let out a dog-like yelp. As he got up to reposition himself in the most perfect position, Walter lashed his rump with his riding crop.

 - "That's how you greet me! Slug!"

 And Walter continued to set her buttocks ablaze with his expertly wielded riding crop. He only stopped when the slave's buttocks were red enough for his liking. And yes, sometimes Walter got up on the wrong foot, even at the thought of the abuse he might accomplish during his busy day.

 Walter freed e56's hands and attached a long leash to his neck to lead him out of his box. Following Walter on all fours as was proper for any dog of his species, the slave was able to relieve his lip, bruised by his teeth, which he had clenched to prevent the slightest complaint from Walter's treatment, with his saliva.

 As he climbed the stairs, the slave wondered what this day had in store for him. Would he be a decoration? Used for the pleasure of the Marquis and his guests?

 Or would he simply take on the maintenance tasks of this sumptuous castle? What does it matter!

 Whatever his position today, he would endeavor to please his dear Master, the Marquis of Evans. He bit his lip to punish himself for this concern for his own fate. He will be what pleases whoever commands him.

 As she walked through the kitchen, Marie called out to Walter.

 - "That's one nasty mutt you're carrying around, Walter! He barely gets up and finds a way to make his bottom red!"

 - "Don't talk to me about it, Marie! That slug wasn't even in position when I came

 come and get him!"

 Listening anxiously to his two usual tormentors, e56 hastened to correct the position he had assumed at Walter's abrupt halt. Marie noticed his confusion and offered him her boot.

 - "I see that your sore buttocks haven't always made you understand your place as a sub-human slave! Clean my boots with your dog's tongue, and Walter's too of course! You wouldn't want him to appear before the Marquis with dusty boots!?"

 The slave set about cleaning each boot. The calf, the toe, the heel, the sole. His torturers spat on him when they felt he wasn't putting enough heart into the work. When e56 moved on to Walter's boots, Marie played with her now- clean boots on the slave's crotch. She struck his erect penis and roughly penetrated his bottom with her heel. She crushed his balls, and Walter used his riding crop again on his sides if he even pretended to want to evade his legitimate treatment.

 Their boots gleaming, Walter tugged on the leash to drag e56 outside. But Marie held them back. At this new halt, the slave immediately assumed a perfect position. The lesson was learned. Marie wrapped a small cord around the slave's balls, which she attached to the handle of a good plut, which she pushed into the slave's ass.

 - "So you'll remember me today! What's his plan, Walter?"

 - "The Marquis is receiving guests this evening; he wants the gates of his castle to be sparkling."

 Mary burst out laughing and pushed the slave forward with the tip of her foot.

 - "Trot along, slave! Work awaits you!"

 To outdo Marie's indulgence, Walter took the bridle halfway up to drag e56 at a run along the dirt road. The slave kept up as best he could. He felt his balls being painfully pulled back with every step. Reaching the gravel made him slow down, earning him a kick in the butt from Walter.

 - "Come on! Dog!"

 Walter grabbed him by the collar and, with an iron grip, forced him to hobble along on his knees at breakneck speed. He could feel the gravel digging into his flesh, and the collar was cutting off his breath; he had to concentrate on keeping up, panting.

 When they arrived, Walter threw e56 against the gate, the metal of which creaked under the impact. The slave made a point of taking his position, shaken by a cough that bore witness to his previous suffocation and the pain shaking his genitals and ass. Walter violently lifted his head by the hair, and, indifferent to the tears that oozed from the corners of his eyes despite himself, offered him his other hand.

 - "Did you see what your necklace did to my hand, bitch?!"

 The slave noticed that Walter's hand was indeed reddened and almost bruised by the friction of the leather, and frankly at the time he didn't care much compared to the pain of his entire body, already bruised at this early hour.

 But he forced himself to sympathize, Walter was the armed arm of his dear Master, he should be served and honored as well if not better than the latter. e56 therefore nodded his head with a contrite air.

 With a wicked smile Walter shoved his hand down her throat.

 - "Is that all you have to say in your defense!? You dirty female dog, you're going to suck my hand until I don't want it anymore! And don't you dare cough!"

 As if to illustrate his point, the butler pinned e56 against the gate, holding him by the neck, and went to feel his tonsils. The slave's tears grew louder, but he concentrated on breathing through his nose as much as he could, and reflexively tightened his arms around the bars of the gate behind him. But Walter's gesture was so broad and deep that the slave soon suffered a horrible coughing fit proportional to the length of time he had held her back.

 - "You're disobeying orders again!"

 Without letting go, Walter slapped e56, who was clearing his throat, with all his might... back and forth... back and forth... and wiped his hand on the slave's face. Standing up, he grabbed his trusty riding crop and lashed the slave's body until he offered his intimacy as fodder. Walter trampled his sex roughly, whipping it according to his moods and the slave's reactions. Then Walter lifted e56's chin with the tip of his riding crop to warn him:

 - "One more disappointment and the punishment you have just suffered will seem like a sweet dream, understood dirty dog?

 The dog nodded, his eyes lowered to his fate as a slave, to his shriveled penis and his belly soiled with shame. He swallowed his tears, to honor his Master, and received a flood of urine, to which he did not react.

 - "Now that you're a clean dog, take this bucket of soapy water and use this ladder to clean the grate, I advise you to start at the top, I'll be back, but don't forget what a slave you are!"

 The slave struggled to his feet. With Walter out of sight, he dusted off the gravel embedded in his intimate flesh before getting to work. He propped up the ladder and climbed with the bucket, which he hung on a hook provided for this purpose. e56 was now almost 2 meters high and concentrated on his task to keep from getting dizzy. The rungs of the ladder cut into his bare feet, and each contraction of his muscles reminded him of the instruments mercilessly dilating his flesh.

 The castle gate bore the Evans coat of arms. It was monumental, the paintwork in good condition, and the ironwork elegant but so worn that dirt easily settled on it.

 Walter returned quickly. He was lying on a new ladder dragged by E75, his hands tied behind his back, which he whipped every time the winding road made him almost fall or the pace was too slow for his liking. Walter jumped down from the ladder, freed the female's hands, and sat down on a nearby bench.

 - "Given your shitty speed 56, there won't be too many of you! Get to work, my little sluts!"

 ...

 e56 and e75 had been cleaning each side of the gate for about ten minutes under Walter's watchful eye. To distract himself, Walter was targeting them with a BB gun he had designed for this boring surveillance task. The slaves' bodies were already covered in small red bruises, and they displayed the nervousness of someone who doesn't know when the next shot will fall.

 Suddenly, a very tall black man, Moses, appeared beside Walter. He was the Marquis's new gardener, a man as skilled in the art of magnifying flora as he was in mistreating those who were there for that purpose. He addressed the butler in a bass voice with a distinct accent.

 - "Hey! Walter! What a beautiful picture you're painting for us! Can I join you?"

 He sat down next to Walter, busy aiming at the female's buttocks, who stifled a moan once

 hit by the projectile.

 - "With pleasure Moses! But sorry I only have one of these little toys! Otherwise

 These grubs are too busy and far too wise to be entertaining!"

 They stood for a while, contemplating the slaves' work. The gardener had joined in the "pigeon shooting" with gravel. But he quickly abandoned his futile game to advance toward the gate. He hailed the female.

 - "Hey you! Come down!"

 e75 obeyed instantly and tumbled down the ladder. She prostrated herself before the ebony giant, who bent one knee to familiarize herself with her body. With his large, calloused worker's hands, he caressed her translucent skin, felt her breasts, and lifted her head by the hair to inspect her mouth like one might check the condition of a horse's teeth. He spanked her rounded ass, and despite the pain radiating down her spine, e75 chose silence, fearing the reactions of this still-unknown man.

 He released the female's head to focus on her pussy, easily pushing two fingers inside and laughing heartily.

 - "Did you see Walter? I barely touched her and that female dog is flooded! The Marquis has

 really good taste! »

 Walter, who had approached curiously, was about to respond to the gardener's apt remark, but he noticed out of the corner of his eye that e56 had stopped in his task to observe the scene. In a flash, he fired a dozen marbles into the ribs of the slave, who, in a start of surprise and an attempt to protect himself, fell from a few bars.

 - "Wait your turn, bitch! Get to work!"

 With high-pitched moans, e56 regained his senses and began climbing back up the ladder.

 - "STOP!"

 This time it was Moses who spoke. He left the female for a few moments to grab the bucket of water at the top of the e75 ladder. He hooked the said bucket to the cord hanging from the slave's balls, who, when it was time to get back to work, had to add his own bucket to the torture of his balls. Not very practical for continuing his task, but painful as hell at the slightest movement!

 e75 was now the object of the full attention of the Marquis's two men. As a good gardener, Moses tended the female's flowers, working her pussy with his enormous cock while pinching her clitoris. As for Walter, he fucked the slave's mouth, sometimes with his cock, sometimes with his gun, leaving all possible doubt as to his intention to shoot in her mouth, or not, without depriving himself of a few point-blank blows on the areas within his reach. At the slightest moan, Moses spanked her with a broad gesture of his immense hand, or Walter slapped her. The female felt herself burning...

 The black giant began to search e75's ass, which accepted him easily, as it should for any slave's orifice. He quickly replaced his fingers with his much larger member. The female began to tremble, she felt squeezed in all her holes and struggled to suck Walter properly because she was panting so much.

 The gardener withdrew to contemplate his work, he could have easily slipped his hand into the slave's bottom but he grabbed a handful of large gravel which he let slide into the offered hole before resuming to pound the female's pussy. e75 let out a complaint in the general indifference if not the hardening of the abuse applied. Walter had resumed his

 With a whip, the female was painfully whipped, spanked, fucked and soon screamed her pleasure before being thrown back onto the ground.

 Walter and Moses, erect penises in hand, looked at each other complicitly:

 - "The bitch dared to cum, did you hear that Walter?"

 - "Yes, she'd better make up for it if she doesn't want to be massacred. At foot 75!"

 The two men backed up against the gate, sending the e56 flying, which was in the way. The female stood on all fours, looked down at her tormentors' feet, and joined them, foaming at the mouth, her ass aching with every stride.

 - "You can shit your stones when you've eaten our sperm, female dog?!"

 e75 nodded and began sucking Moses. She was exhausting her few remaining resources to pump the enormous cock at a decent pace, and the giant was suffocating her more each time by holding her by the hair.

 - "Squat down!"

 Walter slashed her back to punctuate his order, and as the female complied, he tore her from the gardener's grasp to take his turn at enjoying her exposed throat. Her position elevated the gravel in her ass to torture; it was about to come out, but she had to hold it back so as not to disobey, and each contraction of her muscles to maintain her balance sent horrible shocks through her entire body.

 She spent a few minutes like this, going from hand to hand, from sex to sex, from pain to pain, from executioner to executioner, then from jet of sperm to jet of sperm, which she drank greedily, without letting a single drop escape, as a good slave should.

 - "You can relieve your ass, cum bag."

 The slave sighed in gratitude, and squatting down, her hands resting on the grate, she pushed to clear the gravel. The two men admired her in this degrading position. e56 had resumed cleaning a portion of the grate within her reach, the top already clean, pretending to completely ignore the scene.

 - "These dogs are really slow, yet we haven't disturbed them much, have we, Moses?"

 - "Absolutely, Walter, we're going to have to pick up the pace!"

 The gardener disappeared and Walter shot a marble at each slave who cleaned his side of the gate.

 - "Get back to work, you bunch of maggots!"

 The butler didn't have time to sit down before Moses reappeared with a garden hose. He turned it on, adjusted the nozzle to create a fine, strong jet, which he directed toward the gate, but especially toward the slaves.

 - "That'll wake them up!"

 e56 and e75 found themselves pinned to the gate in turn, by a jet of water that was nothing to save but had the effect of thousands of small daggers piercing their flesh. They had to cling to the gate to avoid falling or even trying to escape. e56 cried silently; the female no longer had the strength.

 e75's legs finally buckled under her weight. She didn't have time to react before Walter roughly lifted her up. She was dizzy, and without realizing it, she found herself hanging from the railing. Heavy irons driven through the ironwork forced her to stand on tiptoe. A quick glance told her that e56 was suffering the same fate.

 With his hose Moses showered the slaves with icy water, this watery caress restored some of their strength.

 - "My congratulations Moses, this is a first-class welcome decoration for our

 tonight's guests!

 The gardener pouted.

 - "Please, Walter, but these bitches still have to do justice to the role we deign to grant them! And nothing could be less certain!"

 - "They'd better do it if they hope to get some food before tomorrow..."

 The butler patted the other man on the shoulder and they left without a glance at the castle gate...