Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2009 13:38:27 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The History of Chaki the Moor (03/10 - historical)

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THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on on June 21, 2002
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Derek

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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Chapter 3 - CHAKI SOLD TO A GERMAN MARQUIS

They rolled on the cloth, embracing tightly. Chaki managed to slip down
a little and sucked his young master's nipples, who moaned as if seized
by intense pleasure. Chaki wanted to give him the utmost pleasure, not
simply because he had been trained for that, but because he felt he was
in love with Rhˇmy. He was confused because he felt that Rhˇmy was also
doing his best to give him maximum pleasure and that had never happened
before. Also, when he made love with the other slaves, each of them
tried just to get pleasure for themselves from the other without even
thinking about giving it in return. Chaki, confusedly but without the
slightest doubt, felt it was different now.

"Chaki, oh Chaki, it's, so good!" Rhˇmy whispered pulling away from him
but still caressing him.

He took the black boy's hard genitals in his hands and went down to lick
them with wildly. Chaki was startled, but then turned the opposite way
up until his face was in the lap of his young master and started to suck
him in turn using all his skill. They moaned, groaned and shuddered with
happiness, whilst sucking each other with passion.

Rhˇmy pulled away again from him, and, lying on his back, spread his
legs raising them, offering himself to the black boy and said excitedly,
"Take me!"

Chaki looked at him astounded, "I, take you, master? You have to take
me!" he muttered.

"Later, Chaki, later. Now you take me."

"Oh, master!" the boy murmured, moved and excited.

"Go on, make me happy."

"Yes, certainly." Chaki said and knelt, spreading his thighs, offering
his hard and straight member to his young master's small buttocks that
were like polished ivory, and began to push the throbbing tip of his
member into the flesh-pink rosebud.

"WaitÉ" whispered Rhˇmy and, wetting his fingers with saliva, lubricated
his anus. "Now, go on, now take me."

Chaki started to push, almost in awe. He felt the flesh slowly surrender
to his push, shuddering, felt it open under him, and welcome him. The
expression on his young master's face was wonderful, while the firm pole
of black flesh of the young slave was making its way inside him.

"Oh, Chaki how beautiful, go on, ooohhh yes" the French boy moaned
happily, brushing his nipples, his head bent right back, his eyes filled
with a clear light of intense pleasure.

Chaki was full of joy. He was giving pleasure to his beloved young
master, it was he, his body, that was giving him so much happiness, so
much pleasure. And he too was feeling inexpressibly beautiful emotions,
such as he had never experienced in all his life. He would have liked to
shout to him "I love you!" but he was just a slave, and didn't dare.

While he was slowly moving back and forth inside him, he went down to
kiss him and Rhˇmy clutched him to him and returned the kiss with great
passion.

"I can't tell him I love him, but I can make him feel it" the boy was
thinking going on to give and get pleasure from that so white, so
beautiful body.

He caressed, kissed, and fingered him, going on to take him in silent
adoration. And finally, with a last, strong shudder, he reached the peak
of pleasure vigorously sinking into Rhˇmy, who embraced him tightly and
caressed him.

"Master, make me yours, now." the boy panted.

"Yes, Chaki." the young count murmured.

The two bodies rolled again on the cloth, swapping their positions.
Rhˇmy wet the young slave's hole with saliva then took him with youthful
vigour.

Chaki moaned, giving way to the pleasure, "Oh, master, how good it is!"

"Do you like it, Chaki?"

"Oh yes, you are strong, tender, passionate, and beautiful like the sun!
How wonderful it is to feel you inside me, to be yours."

"I like you, Chaki. I love you!" Rhˇmy said.

The black boy, at these words, felt so moved that he silently started to
weep for joy.

"Are you weeping? Am I hurting you?" Rhˇmy asked, alarmed, and stopped.

"No, master, I am happy."

"Happy? And you cry?"

"You said you love me."

"It's true, I do love you, Chaki. I want you to be my lover."

"Oh, master!"

"No, no more master; Rhˇmy, just Rhˇmy."

"Take me, make me feel I belong to you, please." the boy beseeched him,
smiling through his tears.

Rhˇmy started to move inside him again vigorously but tenderly, smiling,
caressing and kissing him. Chaki felt he was in heaven. He could feel
him inside him, penetrating him, and for the first time he understood,
and experienced the real difference between love and sex, and felt
grateful to his young master. Taking him had been wonderful, but being
taken by him was also wonderful. Not withstanding they were so
different, one white the other black, one a master and the other a
slave, it was as if, with that act, all the differences ceased to exist.
Chaki felt that they were now one single being.

He felt, with joy the young count's approaching orgasm and backed onto
it to increase it, and he enjoyed it fully. When Rhˇmy let himself go on
top of him, panting heavily, he encircled him with his arms and legs and
waited for his breath and heartbeat to return to normal.

Rhˇmy kissed him sweetly, "Do you want to be my boy, Chaki?"

"I belong to your father." the boy said in a shy whisper.

"But do you love me?"

"I adore you!"

"And I you. Therefore from now on you will be my secret lover, do you
agree?"

"Thank you, master."

"No. When we are alone, you will call me Rhˇmy, not master. For the
others I can be your master, but we know it is not so, because we love
each other. I love you, Chaki, I really love you. This is not just a
whim. I got to know you, and gradually fell in love with you. From now
on we belong to each other, you to me and I to you."

"You belong to me?" the boy asked, unbelieving.

"Of course. Because of the love that unites us. Love makes us equals."

For Chaki began then a wonderful and yet difficult period. When the
count was back, he had to carry on satisfying him. He would have
preferred not to do it and he would have liked to tell Rhˇmy about it,
but he could not. He had been taught never to tell another person what
he did in bed with a man. But now, being used by the count was difficult
for him. Jacques also, at times, demanded his share of him. Only when he
was able to be in Rhˇmy's arms did he feel well, but he also felt guilty
because of what he had to do with the other two men.

If only he could talk about it with somebody, ask for an advice. But
there, even though they did the same things that the Arabs did, it
seemed that everything had to be done in the greatest secrecy - do it
and never tell it was the rule. Also Rhˇmy's love had to be kept secret,
a jealously guarded secret. It was a weird world that Chaki could not
understand.

Rhˇmy was increasingly sweet and passionate and, when they were alone
and nobody could see them, cuddled, kissed and caressed him with great
fervour. They weren't able to make love very often, but took advantage
of any occasion to do so, and their love grew and became even stronger.
Sometimes they could make love in the afternoons, when Sophie had her
lessons and Louis and his father went to ride in the park, and the
countess held her salons which meant that that was the safest time, as
the servants never entered Rhˇmy's room without knocking and waiting for
permission to enter.

But one afternoon, while they were making love in Rhˇmy's room, they
were caught in the act by Louis whose horse had become lame and he went
back to the mansion because he wanted to practice fencing with his
brother. Uselessly Rhˇmy begged, even beseeched his brother to keep
quiet. The two boys just had time to put on their clothes when Louis
came back with his father. The man was extremely angry.

But what surprised Chaki was that the count wasn't furious because his
slave was doing such things with others without his approval, but
because "É these filthy things under my roof are intolerable!" he
yelled.

He seemed amazed, or rather scandalized that his son was doing what he
so often demanded of Chaki.

The count called Jacques and, in spite of Rhˇmy protestations, ordered
him to shut Chaki up in the mansion's underground cellars. The poor
black boy was confused and sad. The count's hypocrisy was to him totally
incomprehensible. He could have understood his master's anger because
other people were using his slave although he was aware that the count
well knew that Jacques took advantage of him and yet he never said
anything.

He asked Jacques to explain to him. But the amused explanation of the
man just increased his confusion. "These things should not be done. If
one does them, nobody should be allowed to know. If they were found out,
they should be punished!" he said, as if all this was logical.

Chaki remained in the underground cellar for about a month. From time to
time Jacques, when he went down to take him his meals, took advantage of
the situation to make him lower his breeches, make him lie on the plank
bed and take him. Chaki got to know that the count had sent Rhˇmy to his
brother, the bishop of Rheims in order to make him "mend his ways", and
that he was trying to find a way of getting free of Chaki by selling him
to some provincial aristocrat so that Rhˇmy, when he came back home,
would not be able to find him.

In fact, after about a month, Jacques informed him that the count had
sold him to a German aristocrat who was visiting Paris, the marquis Von
Kruge, an envoy of emperor Charles V to the king of France, Fran¨ois I.
The marquis was an elderly man in his fifties. Since his youth he had
been a lover of boys and young men, and it was from that time that the
friendship with the count De Bayeux dated. Both young men were students
at the Sorbonne, and would go around together looking for a boy of the
lower classes, to take to their rooms, and amuse themselves with him in
exchange for a few coins.

So Chaki had a new master. When the marquis went back to his country, he
took Chaki with him in his coach.

"Good, nigger. It seems that you are skilled at amusing men. My friends
will be glad about my new purchase, if what I heard about you is true.
Show me what you are able to do. Take my tool out and give me a good
time!" he said, spreading his legs.

Chaki knelt between the man's legs, untied his breeches and, taking out
the still soft member, started to caress and lick it. It had a sour
smell that Chaki didn't like at all, but he hid it well. He knew that he
had to put up with it anyway and to please him, as he was his new
master. The man's member hardened and Chaki took it between his lips and
sucked it. The man seized his head and set about a stronger and faster
rhythm, moaning not satisfied, until he unloaded in the boy's throat,
grunting.

"Yes, you are not bad at all. Later I'll have a taste of your black
arse. My friends will enjoy changing the menu a little."

That evening they stopped at an inn, and the marquis took him into his
bed. He took him without any preliminaries and fucked him for a long
time.

"Good, you are soft but still tight enough, and you are good at taking
it in your arse. I think you will be requested very much. And while I
have to give the other boys a salary, you will working for free. I shall
have to think about buying more slaves."

The travelling took several days but finally they reached a small castle
just outside a town. The marquis lived there. As he arrived, he
entrusted Chaki to a servant. The people spoke a totally different
language and the servant, by contrast with his master, didn't speak
French.

The man led him to a tower where, on the top floor there was a wide room
with several beds in it. Six boys between sixteen and twenty years of
age were sitting there. When the man made him sit on a bed and went
away, the boys clustered around him saying things to him and it was
clear they were amazed, one touched his frizzy hair, another brushed his
skin.

One of the boys asked him something and he answered in French, "I don't
understand you."

Then another of the boys, in a passable French, asked him, "Where do you
come from? Why are you black like one of the three wise kings?"

"I was born in Africa, but now I come from France. And you?"

"He is Spanish, these two are German, he is Polish, he a Dane and I am
Italian. Aren't you able to speak German?"

"No, just French, Arabic and my tribe's language."

"You will be better off if you learn German. Even though several of the
lords know French."

The Italian boy, whose name was Ranuccio and who was seventeen years
old, explained to Chaki that the marquis recruited them to have sex with
his guests when he held parties. They had to first get the guests
aroused letting them grope, touch, and finger them and then there would
be an auction where guests offered money to take one of the boys into
their bedrooms. Twenty percent of the money went to the boys and the
rest went to the marquis. The chosen boy had to spend all night with the
man who won him, and had to be ready to do anything the aristocrat asked
him.

"It's not bad at all, and normally we have to do the usual things like
sucking them and letting them fuck us in the arse, but at times also to
get sucked or to fuck them. Anyone who especially chooses Kim, usually
wants to be fucked. Klaus and Andy are brothers and are German; Miklaw
is Polish and is the most requested, with his childish looks and a cock
of a man!"

"But you all, did the marquis buy you?"

"Buy us? No, what are you saying? He just happened to fuck us in one of
his journeys, and proposed us the business. I was a cook in an inn in
Milan before, for instance. How did you get such an idea?"

"He bought me, I am a slave."

"Ah, possibly because you are a black boy. He certainly will earn much
more money with you."

The "parties" were held once a week. If the marquis was away on a
journey, which happened quite often, the constable who also liked boys
took his place. Each time six lords were invited. The boys had to wear a
special livery composed of a very tight leotard and a short mantle. Each
boy had clothes of a different colour. Chaki got white livery. They
served at table, and had to quietly let the guests touch them, so that
they all soon had obvious erections. Some of the guest already knew some
of the boys from previous parties. After the supper they all moved to
another room, a kind of lounge, where the men took one one of the boys
on their laps, kissing, groping, or doing to him whatever they wanted,
but without undressing him.

Chaki straight away got the attention of everybody. He soon learned the
key words in German, even though at times the lords addressed him in
French.

"Come here, boy."

"You have a nice shaft between your legs."

"Mmmhhh, what a nice firm little arse."

"You got lips made expressly for sucking." The men said to the boys, and
made more similar remarks while the atmosphere was becoming hot.

The marquis started the auction. Chaki was the first to be requested by
three of the guests who bid for him offering more and more coins, until
first one, then a second one quit. The winner gave the coins to the
marquis, took Chaki and led him to one of the bedrooms where he shut
themselves in.

He undressed the black boy and pushed a finger in his hole, trying it
out, "Yes, I think I did well. See that you don't disappoint me,
nigger!"

"Yes, lord." Chaki murmured.

The man undressed slowly; he had a stout body and an adequate member.
When he was naked, he stood in the centre of the room, his legs spread
apart and ordered, "Lick me all over my body, but don't touch my cock
until I tell you. Make me get a hard-on!"

"Yes, lord." Chaki said beginning to busy himself.

He licked all over his body trying to find out where the man was more
sensitive, then to spend more time on those spots. He saw that the man
was fast getting an erection.

"Yes, you are good at it. Now kneel down and beg me to fuck your mouth!"

Chaki obeyed.

"Lick my balls but don't yet touch my cock!" the man ordered spreading
his legs wider. Then suddenly he seized Chaki's head and started to slap
his face with his hard member. "You want it in your mouth, don't you?
You would like to be allowed to have it, wouldn't you?" he asked in an
almost ferocious tone.

"Yes, I prey you lord, fuck my mouth!" Chaki said, guessing that it was
what the man wanted to hear from him.

The man finally pushed it between his lips down his throat and started
to fuck him fast and hard. He was like an animal in rut. He then pulled
out of Chaki, raised him bodily and threw him onto the bed where he got
down on his hands and knees. He made Chaki go down on all fours and
started to lick his anus. Chaki shuddered, it was so erotic.

"Get ready I'm going fuck your arse until you scream for mercy!" the man
said getting on top of him, and violently penetrated him. He didn't hurt
him, but Chaki screamed as if he was feeling pain.

He had hit the mark and his screams excited the man. "Ha, it's hurting
boy is it?"

"Yes, lord, stop please." Chaki begged.

"No, you have to endure the pole torture as long as I want you to."

"Please, lord, please, it's too painful." Chaki lied squeezing his
sphincter strongly and thus excited the man even more.

"I paid dearly to get you, and I now want to enjoy you!" the man panted
driving strongly while Chaki tossed under him whining and making fake
grimaces of pain, and complaining.

The man was more and more excited. He hammered between the boy's
buttocks holding on to his waist with his strong and sweaty hands. He
panted aloud sounding like a pair of bellows, and the bed squeaked at
each of his strokes, and Chaki artfully emitted a low groan. Finally the
man, with a shout, collapsed on top of him and pushing like a madman,
unloaded inside the boy meantime whining like a wounded man.

"Good" the man panted withdrawing and slumped down on the bed, "I will
now have some rest, then I'll fuck you again. Meanwhile lick me." he
ordered.

Chaki bent over the massive and sweaty body and began to lick it. But
soon it became apparent that the man had fallen into a deep sleep. He
then stopped, and curled up in a corner of the wide bed, thinking that
people at times were really weird. And he recalled, full of sweet
nostalgia, his beloved Rhˇmy. It had been too beautiful with his young
master, and unhappily it was over. He would have to please unknown men
full of lust, as long as somebody found him desirable, but then what?
What would become of him?

He woke up. He was being pulled by his hair. The man pushed him between
his legs and had him suck his tool. Telling him to be ready for another
fuck. Chaki busied himself again and the man, when he was fully aroused,
took him with the same roughness as before. Chaki wondered how things
were going for his companions. He personally was getting bored. He hoped
that the night would end soon.

The following morning, when he was back in the common bedroom he asked
Ranuccio about it.

"I've been lucky. The judge won me and he asked me to fuck him. Klaus
and Andy, when their men get to know that they are brothers, decided to
have a foursome and first wanted the two boys to have sex together.
Klaus and Andy have fucked each other since they were kids, Andy taught
it to Klaus when they were fourteen and thirteen respectively. Miklav
got a romantic man, you know, the fat one, who wanted to suck him all
the night long, so now he is worn out. He made Miklav come four times!
Kim has been fucked by the man with only one eye, the duke, and Jose had
to go with the bishop, who contented himself with asking him to suck
him. The bishop has a liking for Jose. And you and your count? That one
likes to fuck, doesn't he?" Ranuccio laughingly said.

The following time there were different guests. A prince, an effeminate
young man, just two or three years older than Chaki, won Chaki. He first
undressed the black boy and greedily sucked his member, then wanted to
be fucked, but ordered him not to come.

The young prince was whining like a wounded puppy and uttered sentences
like, "Oh, brute, you're hurting me! You're killing me! Oh what a male
you are! You are a beast, an animal. You tear me apart." But if Chaki
slowed down, he yelped, "Go on, weakling, girlie, did I pay for a
impotent man, by chance? Do your job!"

Chaki at a certain point was tired, and without even knowing what was
the matter with him, said, "Shut up, or I'll fuck your filthy mouth!"
and at once he bit his tongue.

But the prince, radiant, said, "Oh yes, rape me, brute!"

At that Chaki understood what the prince was wanting from him. So he
pulled out from his arse, sat on his chest, seized him by his ears and
pushed it into his mouth. The other was moaning in high pleasure,
greedily sucking it and quickly masturbating himself.

"Stop, I don't want to come yet!" Chaki said, pulling it out.

"O no! Please, stallion, I want it some more."

"Suck my nipples!"

"YeeeeessssÉ"

Chaki was amazed. The prince acted as if he was the slave and seemed
excited and happy. He decided to enjoy the situation. Do this, do that,
and the other obeyed readily. When then he took him and went on top of
him starting to fuck him, the other seemed in the seventh heaven.

"No, don't come yet."

"Shut up! I come when I want. And anyway before the morning, I will fuck
you at least two more times."

"Ooohhh that's good. You are better than Kim! Fuck me brute, fuck me."

The world really went crazy, Chaki thought, I am a slave and this one
amuses himself acting as if I were his master.

But Chaki didn't like his new life. When there were no guests, the other
boys could go and loiter down in the town, but he had to help to curry
the horses, to transport weights, to do a thousand services, unless the
marquis or the constable ordered him to go to their rooms. Anyway he ate
well in the kitchen with the servants. But he was always thinking of
Rhˇmy with infinite nostalgia. The only interesting thing there in the
castle was that he was learning German with Ranuccio's help and
listening to the servants.

A little more than four months had elapsed when one evening, as the boys
came back from the town. Kim approached him and whispered, "Chaki, I've
a message for you."

"A message?"

"Yes, from a French knight at the pub. He says that his name id Rhˇmy."

"Rhˇmy? Is he here?"

"Shush. The marquis knows him so he can't come here. He wants to see
you, but I told him that you aren't allowed to go out. He said that he
will disguise himself and try to get a position here at the castle. When
you see him, if he succeeds, pretend you don't know him."

"Oh, thank you Kim, you are kind."

"Well, he paid me well. But who is he?"

"Rhˇmy is the son of my previous master. We were caught together and
this is why I was sold to the marquis."

"A love story? Well I hope you will be able to meet each other again."

A few days passed. One day during lunch, he saw a new servant serve at
the table. At first he didn't recognize him. He had black hair and
seemed thinner and less tall than Rhˇmy, but his eyes, his smile erased
all his doubts. He pretended not to know him, but the glance they
exchanged was eloquent.

Later, while Chaki was in the stables, Rhˇmy approached him, "Chaki" he
whispered.

"Rhˇmy!"

"They call me Otto, here. How are you?"

"Now I'm well. And you? I almost didn't recognise you."

"I searched for you so much. I ran away from home to find you. I didn't
know where my father sent you, but then, I tried to find out from the
servants who came to our home while I was away. I found out that a
German nobleman came. My father knows only three such men, so I went to
each one in turn and finally here I am."

"You ran away from home? For me?"

"Of course. Did you forget that I love you?"

"No, Rhˇmy."

"And you, do you love me?"

"Yes, of course, especially now you're here. You know what my work is
here, don't you?"

"Yes, my poor Chaki, I know. But I came to take you away. Give me a
little time to work out how I can plan it, then we will run away
together."

"Where can we go, Rhˇmy? We could certainly not go back to your home,
and we can't stay here."

"We will find a safe place, where you and I can live together."

"But what will we do?"

"We will get work."

And you, you've renounced your position."

"I couldn't give you up. I just couldn't, my sweet Chaki."

Rhˇmy lived in the castle for ten days, during which time they even
succeeded in making love twice. Rhˇmy studied the guards' shifts, the
castle topography, their habits and the schedules.

He finally put forward his plan, "The day after a party, in the morning
you all usually go up to the tower. This time you must go down to the
stables instead and from there you climb the wall facing the wood. I
will wait for you under there. The soldiers never pass on that stretch
of wall, they watch over it from the turrets. But I noticed that the
soldier in the turret goes out to walk the stretch of wall on the other
side. Watch him and as soon as he goes out, climb the wall. I will
prepare a pile of branches and leaves where you jump down. Then we will
run away."

They did so. When the noble he had to serve was satisfied and told him
he could go, he silently went to the stairway of the tower and, his
heart in his mouth, instead of going upstairs he went down and reached
the stables. He stealthily went to the wall and nimbly climbed it. Well
hidden he observed the turret. The soldier leaned out of its window,
looked at the stretch of wall then went out on the other side. Chaki
left his hiding place and reached the parapet. He sounded the cuckoo
call signal and at once Rhˇmy answered. Chaki saw him under the wall,
and Rhˇmy pointed out to him the place to jump from. Chaki moved to it
and let himself fall.

"All right?" Rhˇmy asked helping him to get up from the high pile of
leaves.

"Yes."

"Hurry up, then, they might have heard the thud." Rhˇmy said and they
rapidly ran into the wood.

When they were far enough away, Rhˇmy took some clothes out of a bag for
Chaki to change into, as he was still wearing the leotard and short
mantle, then they resumed getting away from the castle. The most
important thing was to leave the marquis's lands, the territory under
his jurisdiction. They wondered if, back at the Castle, they had already
noticed Chaki's disappearance. Of course the boy, being black, would
have been easily spotted, when the marquis's men searched for him, and
there was no point in trying to disguise himself, it would be quite
useless.

They left the wood and went down valley, crossing fields and thickets,
when they heard barking and yelling coming from the wood. The marquis's
soldiers, guided by his hunting dogs, were on their scent. They start
desperately running, crossing a small river bed, but the men had already
seen them. In spite of the fact that they had a good start on their
pursuers, they knew that their flight was over when they saw the men
free the dogs.

"They will tear us to pieces. We will never be able to run faster than
them. We have to climb a tree and hope they will tie the dogs up. "
Rhˇmy shouted.

"You run away, they only want me." Chaki said.

"No, we stay together. I will never leave you. Hurry up, climb this
tree." the youth said, determinedly.

They both climbed and waited until the dogs came.

"I'm sorry, Chaki. Whatever happens I love you, never forget it."

"I too love you, master."

"Stop calling me master. Right now there really is no difference between
you and I." Rhˇmy said with a sweet smile.

The dogs came and, barking wildly, surrounded the tree trying to get at
them, but they were too high, safe from their fangs. After a while the
soldiers also arrived.

"So, then, it seems that your flight has come to an end, eh?" one of the
soldiers said with a smug expression.

"He has nothing to do with that, take me and let him go!" yelled Chaki.

Rhˇmy, and the captain of the platoon, both together, yelled, "No!"

The captain added, "My orders are to take you both. Come down, quickly!"

"Tie the dogs up!" Rhˇmy shouted.

"Should I? Bah, possibly yes, the marquis wants you both alive and in
one piece, I think. You, tie the dogs! He ordered the soldiers.

When all the dogs were once again on the leash, the two boys climbed
down and were seized immediately by the soldiers who tied them up
tightly and took them away.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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