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When Alexius was around fifteen, on a morning in early summer, the overseer ordered him and Mikhail, another boy his age, to go the bath-house. The overseer went with them, watched them undress and closely supervised their wash. Now scrub between your legs, and under your rears, he ordered. Soap your hair properly rinse it again. When they had washed to his satisfaction, he stood them together, without their clothes and he studied them up and down with a long scrutiny. Alexius had black glossy hair and brown eyes. He was olive skinned, with a snub-nose, and fine lips. His body was slim and compact. While the rest of his body had been browned by the sun, his groin was creamy-white, with a small bush of black hair above his prickle and balls. His thighs were sleek, his knees scarred in the way of all boys. His lower calves were streaked by black hairs. From behind, his back was smooth, marked only by a small birthmark, shaped like a diamond, between his shoulder-blades. His buttocks below were small curves of paler flesh. Being looked at like this gave him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. The overseer then turned his attentions to Mikhail. Mikhail was slightly taller and leaner. His hair was blond and he had grey-green eyes. He too was smoothly tanned. He had a patch of light brown hair above his prickle, which was large for his age, with rounded balls behind it. His legs were long and slim. The overseer studied him from behind as well. His rear too was neat and tight. Now dress, he ordered them. Alexius was curious as to this change from the days routine and he puzzled as to why it was happening, as he pulled on his clothes. Their day was governed by their early breakfast and then their garden work until noon, when they had a mid-day meal, and then more labor in the fields, until supper and their bed. The overseer had never done this before, and to be inspected naked like this had also never happened. He did not have to wonder long. The master has ordered me to take you to the markets to sell, the overseer, said in the cool bathhouse, with its moist air and sounds of dripping water. The realization of what this meant took a moment to sink into the minds of both the boys. They had been born on this estate and they had worked on it since they first could carry out small chores. Such a change would be the major event in their lives. But they knew it happened. Sometimes their master would sell slaves, always the younger boys and girls. Sometimes, too, hed buy them, but always older with trades or experience he wanted. Alexius remembered seeing a group of young girls go to the markets a year or so ago, being taken down the track towards the distant road that led, eventually to the city. Shortly afterwards they too were walking briskly beside the overseer on his horse, along the track and finally to the road. Neither of them had ever left the estate before and they gazed at the new lands and estates as they passed, seeing other men and slaves on the road, the occasional cart filled with sacks of grain or piled hay, with the buildings of the city soon to be seen in the distance. First there were scattered houses, then they became more dense. Alexius had never before seen so many strangers or so many houses crammed together in one space. The streets were noisy with voices and the sound of cart-wheels. Dogs barked. Children called out. Vendors sold food and drink. Both the boys were both dizzy with novelty by the time they followed the overseer through a gate and entered a large paved courtyard. The quiet there came almost as a relief. Alexius looked at Mikhail whose eyes had been similarly wide with wonderment and they exchanged looks. Alexius had a thousand things he wanted to say but his discipline held. They were greeted by a man whod been sitting in the shade of a porch. He went aside with the overseer to talk in low tones, out of ear-shot. Alexius wondered if this was a slave-market but he could see no other slaves. Hed heard that in the markets slaves were lined up, the men and boys without clothes, their prices written in chalk on the flagstones in front of them, while across the way, the girls and women were assembled, but in their clothes. The thought of this, in the past, had sometimes made his prickle hard. He could imagine himself there, naked, while girls looked at him. He had never kissed or felt a girl yet. Some of the older boys had done it, climbing out the windows of their sleeping quarters to meet with one or other of the weaving girls in the olive-tress behind the slave quarters, to do things with them that they whispered about later. Hed begun to think about girls with frequency, imagining them naked, imagining seeing their breasts and exploring that soft slit between their legs. Sometimes in bed at night hed pull at his prickle and think about them until he shot seed all over his stomach, trying not to make too much noise, for they were punished if they were caught doing it. Mikhail had been caned more than once for this. Mikhail had a big prickle when it was hard. Hed get out of bed in the morning and it would be jutting straight up, reaching almost to his navel. He knew other boys were looking at it but he made no effort to cover himself. While Alexius had thought about himself for sale, naked in the slave market, watched by women, he never thought he would actually find himself in these circumstances. The overseer came back and guided them down to the courtyards far end. The other man had gone inside. Now take your clothes off, the overseer said to them and stood back. Then there were both naked in this strange place and it felt odd. Theyd placed their clothes in a small pile beside themselves. There was still no-one else there. Alexius couldnt find any easy way to stand. He wanted to hold his prickle but he would be ashamed to do so where strangers could see him. His hands felt awkward by his side. He wanted to ask the overseer what was happening but it was not permitted to question him. So they waited there on the clean-swept flagstones in the large open space of the walled yard. Then the first man reappeared and two others followed behind. One of the other men, taller, with a weathered face and sharp eyes was obviously their master. He greeted their overseer but, while they talked, his eyes kept on returning to Alexius and Mikhail. Alexius felt shy before that gaze and so did Mikhail, he could tell. Mikhail shifted on his feet and looked to the ground. Then the stranger came to them with the overseer. The other men stood back and watched. He stood directly before Alexius and put his hand under his chin and lifted it. Alexius found himself looking directly into his eyes. The man was looking at him as if he were a thing. Then it began. The man held his head, turned it, looked into his ears, made him open his mouth and looked at his teeth. He felt Alexius arm-muscles and made him lift his arms to see his underarms with their line of dark hair in the pit. Alexius nipples were pinched and then the mans hands went lower until, suddenly, they were between his legs, and he felt them holding his balls and pulling on then, lifting his prickling and skinning it back. No-one had ever done this before. Alexius wanted to look down but didnt, staring straight ahead over the mans bent shoulder at the overseer and the other men. He felt the mans hands move strangely there, and he suddenly worried that his prickle would grow hard but blessedly the mans hands touched his thighs once, then he stood up straight again. He put his hands on Alexius shoulders and turned him around, running his fingertips down his spine, then cupping his buttocks, squeezing them. Now bend over and put your hands on your knees, he demanded. Alexius was bewildered by the request but he awkwardly bent and put his hands on his knees. As he did he was suddenly aware that this position exposed his underparts to the man. Alexius could already feel the mans fingers tracing down between his buttocks and pausing there at his asshole. He could feel himself blushing. Then the finger was taken away and he heard what sounded like spitting, and the finger returned, wetly and began to rub his hole. Involuntarily he squeezed it tight but the mans finger was pushing up into him and gradually it got right the way in. He could feel it inside of him. It wasnt comfortable. The man pulled it out quickly. Then he cupped Alexius balls from behind, his hand warm on them. You can stand up, the man said. Alexius watched him then, do the same with Mikhail. The mans gestures were perfunctory. He knew what he was doing. Mikhail stood stony-faced while the man groped his balls and then pulled at his prickle. The man looked at it for longer than hed looked at Alexius prickle, and Mikhail could not help himself, for his prickle began to swell as the man skinned back his foreskin. When the man let it go, Mikhails prick was jutting out a little in front of him, but the man paid it no further attention. Then Mikhail was turned around too. Alexius saw him lick his lips, knowing what he was about to be asked. He bent over, though, and put his hands on his knees. So Alexius got to see what he had looked like when hed done it. Mikhail was flushed with embarrassment. The man poked at him then spat into the palm of his hand and moistened his finger. He then pushed it up inside Mikhail. Alexius saw him wince as the mans finger went right up. Then he too was told to stand back up. The man went back to the overseer and for a long time they talked, one to the other standing in the shade of the porch while Alexius and Mikhail continued to stand naked in the sun. Alexius strained to hear what they were saying but their voices were blurred. Then they shook hands and one of the other men counted coins slowly into the overseers hand. He walked over to them. Now you behave yourselves and obey your new masters. Our estate has a good reputation for its slaves and I dont want either of you to let us down. And those were his final words. Both of the boys watched him leave the yard, then they were left alone in this unfamiliar place. In the shadows of the porch the three men were talking, occasionally all of them would look at Alexius and Mikhail, then turn back to their conversation. Alexius caught Mikhails eye. His face was set, but his glance gave away his trepidation. Alexius, too, was wondering what was to happen. Was this man their new master? Was he a slave-merchant who would take them to another place as sell them there? The men walked towards them across the yard. A dark-haired man, with a hard face stepped forward in front of Alexius and put his hand on Alexius shoulder. Then he reached down between Alexius legs suddenly, startling him. The man took Alexius balls in his hand and felt them and pulled them for a minute, then let them go. A moment later he stood in front of Mikhail, whod already steeled himself for that touch. Out of the corner of his eye, Alexius saw the mans hands under Mikhail, moving there. Mikhail looked into the distance. The man turned towards the others and nodded. Right, put them with the other two, said their master, sounding satisfied, and we may as well get them all done at once. Come with me, said the man whod just felt them. Alexius looked at his clothes on the flagstones. Leave them there, said the man, and they followed him across the yard, through a doorway into another yard. As they crossed it, aware of their nakedness, Alexius saw that there were cells along one wall, with barred fronts and inside he could see other slaves. Some of them moved to the front to watch them. There was a muttering and sounds. Alexius wondered how many slaves were here but then they walked through a second door, into a darker passageway and the man unlocked a bolted door. Inside, he said, and Mikhail entered first and then Alexius. The cell was lit by a barred window high up the stained walls. It smelled of piss. There were two other boys there, both older than them. There were sitting naked on a long bench and somehow their faces were hard and bitter. There was another door on the opposite side of the cell, with a grating in the centre. Mikhail looked at Alexius and then he nodded at the other boys. No-one said anything and it was strange. Have you just been bought too? asked Mikhail finally. There was a silence as the two older boys just stared at them. Dont you know what you are here for? one of them eventually said in a hard voice. The question was strange. Is he going to sell us in the markets? Alexius responded, finally. Yeah, hes going to sell us in the markets, the other boy sneered bitterly, after they cut our balls. For a moment Alexius couldnt understand what the boy had said, but then he remembered things and how an older slave had told him that sometimes younger slaves belonging to his old master had their balls cut off to serve the family in the house. Just like they were doing a bull-calf or a colt, the older slave had said. Why? Alexius had asked, puzzled. It stops them wanting to screw, laughed the older slave, then he grew serious. And it stills them and makes them calm. Alexius didnt know whether to believe him or not, and they didnt do anything like that on their estate. He didnt think about it again. How do you know? Mikhail demanded of the two boys facing them in the cells shade. But Alexius was remembering the man whod come to them at the last and just felt up their balls and who did nothing else. Thinking about it gave him a strange feeling now. The old cunt told us when they put us here, responded the first boy. I dont believe you, said Mikhail. Look out there then, said the other boy, and youll see where they do it. He gestured towards the other door. Mikhail went to the other door and Alexius followed him and they looked through the grill into a bright whitewashed walled yard. In the middle was a heavy long table. Set into the paving stones along it were four metal stakes with leather thongs hanging from them. It didnt make any sense to Alexius but looking into that yard with its high walls, Alexius knew that it didnt feel right. Theyre telling us lies, Mikhail whispered, just to scare us. But Alexius was still remembering that last man and the way hed just reached down and grabbed his balls and wasnt interested in anything else, and the way the other man had said We may as well get them all done at once. He turned to the other two boys who were watching them. Why do they do it? he asked. Theyre doing us because we got caught fucking one of our mistress maids and no-one wants to buy a slave who might do that His voice was as bitter as the other boys had been We didnt do that, Alexius exclaimed. You might be getting cut so you can be a butt-boy for an old man, or a boy-toy for a girl, who the fuck knows answered the first boy. Alexius could suddenly hear real anger in the boys voice. Now fucking sit down and shut-up, he said, turning away from them. Mikhail snorted and just walked to the other end of the cell, then to the door again to peer out into the yard there. Alexius sat down on the bench opposite the others. They were both around sixteen or seventeen. The first boy whod spoken had unruly black hair and a broad chest. His thighs were parted and Alexius could see his heavy prick in the darker pubic shadows. The other boy was lighter in build. His hand nestled in his groin, holding his prickle. His face seemed to have a perpetual sneer on it, but Alexius could tell from the way he held his prickle and the way he looked around that he was nervous. Theres someone out there, said Mikhail. Alexius reached the door before the other two and all four of them jostled so they could see. Alexius could feel the nakedness of the bigger boy close behind, as he looked over Alexius shoulder. A slave was putting a basket of burning coals into a brazier in the yard. Once hed done that, he pushed a handled thing like a brand into it. Another one put a bucket down and there were two more who just watched, talking. One of them gestured his head towards their cell and said something that made the other one laugh and shake his head. Then the man who was the master and the other man whod just felt them came in. They talked with the slaves who were there and the man who felt them went to a bench and began doing things. With a start, Alexius realized he was sharpening a knife and so simultaneously did Mikhail and the slaves behind them. The cunts, the fucking, fucking cunts, the big boy said but in a half-whisper. He did not sound so confident now. Alexius didnt want to see anymore. He was scared now. He thought about his balls and the only thing he could consider was how much it would hurt if they cut them. It hurt just falling on them. He turned and pushed his way out from the door to stand at the back of the cell, his hand somehow moving down between his legs to hold himself. He found himself wanting to piss. He didnt want to be cut but he knew that anyone who owned a slave could do anything they wanted. His old master would breed boys to the girls he wanted to mate them with. Hed have slaves whipped. Hed buy and sell them when he wished. But he had never had a slaves balls cut off. Alexius could feel his own with his covering hand. Theyre coming here, he heard Mikhail say and the three of them moved back from the door suddenly, scattering. Mikhail joined him the back-corner, the others went together to the other wall, as sounds came from the door as it was opened. Alexius heart was pounding. Two of the slaves came in the room. They saw the older boys and went to them. Suddenly there was a fight and the four of them were struggling and hitting each other, until one of the boys was hurled out across the cell and the two men grasped the bigger boy and dragged him to the door. He was still trying to fight them but they were stronger. Fucking fucking cunts, the boy was calling them. Another slave held the door open for them and stayed there, looking into the yard after theyd gone. They could hear the other boy swearing and shouting until his sounds died in a choking sound. Then the two slaves were back and Alexius and Mikhail and the other boy were all squeezed into a corner together, the other boy yelling, for it was him they wanted. There were blows coming from all directions for a minute and Alexius felt himself knocked about, but the slaves soon had the boy they wanted and they dragged him out of the cell. Alexius saw him piss himself, a start of urine jetting from as flapping prickle as they pulled him out the door. He was shouting too, but not words, and in a minute they heard the same choking sound. Then slave at the door closed it. Alexius and Mikhail looked at each other in the shadows. Mikhail was panting with the effort of the fight before. Then they both looked to the door. Mikhail went over to it and stared through the grate. Alexius followed. Across the yard they could see the backsides and the wide-splayed legs of the two older slaves. Theyd been bent over the table and their legs tied to the stakes. The other slaves were moving around obscuring the view, but Alexius could see their parted buttocks and the hairiness between them, and the dangle of their balls at the apex of their legs. He felt a fear grow inside of him. They were really going to have their balls cut, he knew it inside, and if they were, so would he and Mikhail It was hard to see between the other slaves then, but the man whod felt them was doing things to the bigger boy from behind. The master stood by and watched. Then he moved behind the other boy and did things there. Whats he doing? asked Mikhail. Alexius couldnt answer. Then it was like they were all standing around waiting for nothing seemed to be happening, then finally the man who felt them moved again, and went behind the biggest boy. The other slaves stood around and blocked the view. They were all quiet and then they could both hear this muffled sound like a choked off scream. And it was as if one of the men made a joke, because some of them laughed. Then they all moved behind the other boy. Suddenly Alexius could see the bigger boy again, his legs still stretched out, but between them, he didnt having any balls hanging there Alexius turned away, his heart beating hard, and went further back in the cell and sat on the bench. Mikhail came and sat beside him. Theyre just doing it to them, he said. They wont do it to us. We havent done anything. Alexius couldnt think of anything to say. There were noises of talking from outside, echoing oddly in the cell. Mikhails hand was down between his thighs and Alexius glanced there and saw, to his surprise, that Mikhails prickle was nearly standing right up. Mikhail saw him notice but just turned his head away. His prickle was a big one, Alexius thought, seeing it there, stiffly upraised, straight, its head uncovered. His thoughts were all confused. He didnt know what to think. Mikhails fist was wrapped around his prick as if he were holding tight onto it. Alexius felt that his stomach was hollow. He wanted to do something but there wasnt anything to do. His own prickle was soft and still between his legs. He slid his hand down there and felt his warmth and the rounded skin of his balls. It was quiet outside. Maybe they werent going to come, maybe Mikhail was right, that they were only doing it to the older boys There was a noise as the door opened to the bright light outside and the two slaves in again. He found himself on his feet again as the two slaves came towards them. He darted without thinking to the back and he could feel Mikhail moving behind him, then he heard Mikhail cry out. He was at the wall and he turned to see Mikhail being dragged towards the door, trying to kick, off balance, and just yelling, his stiff prickle up against his stomach. The door was kept open and he found himself shaking. He could hear confused noises from outside but he wasnt listening. All he knew was that they were going to be coming for him soon. He stood in the corner of the cell, his hands on the walls. It seemed to take forever. The slave holding the door looked in. There was the bright sunlight outside. Then a slave was silhouetted in the door-frame, and the other behind him. Alexius pressed himself against the stone. No, he found himself calling out, but they had him cornered and he felt their arms reach for him, grabbing him hard and no matter how hard he wriggled, they had him, hauling him across the floor. He felt himself piss, a burning shooting sensation in his prickle and he wet himself all over his leg, as they dragged him out the door into the eye-blinking light. Their hands were hurting him as they dragged him. He turned to see Mikhail, his legs spread wide, exactly like the other boys, his white buttocks parted, his balls hanging, and beside him an empty space on the table that waited for him. The men were watching. He was slammed so hard onto the table that it winded him. Then his legs were being kicked at the ankles and hands gripped him down there while other hands took his arms hard, stretching them out. He could hear the sound of someone yelling and realized it was himself, but his nose was grabbed and he had to open his mouth to breath and when he did a dry wadded rag was forced in there, choking him. Then it all seemed to stop. He found himself spread out there, his legs aching because of their wide stretch, aware of his exposure from behind. His arms were stretched out in front of him and he could see the empty whitewashed wall there. Alexius turned his head and saw Mikhail who was looking at him. Mikhail too had a rag forced into his mouth. His grey-green eyes were wide-pupilled. Alexius lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. He could see across Mikhails back to where the man who felt them was sharpening a small knife on a whetstone. He felt sick to the pit of his stomach. The sound of the knife being sharpened seemed loud. Mikhail was still looking at him. a good pair, these he heard the masters voice say, very good. Well probably get a very good price for the blond, well worth cutting that one How much do you think? asked another mans voice. Easy three or four hundred. The other one, maybe not so much but get a man who wants him in his bed and is prepared to pay, youll almost get the same Alexius realized they were talking about him. Hes got a fine little rear there and good features. In the midst of everything else he suddenly knew that they were talking about men wanting to fuck him in his ass. He looked to Mikhail but he was facing the blank wall, pulling at the ropes on his wrists. John his old masters butler was supposed to do that to some of the houseboys, but Alexius had paid little attention to the talk. Now he had a sudden vision of a stiff mans prickle pushing into him and hurting him there in his behind. He felt a hand on his butt with a shock, and tried to turn to see but he couldnt quite. Youd almost take that instead of your girl, wouldnt you? Someone else laughed. Alexius knew that they could see all his rear and he squeezed his eyes shut. Ill get them tied, another voice said. Alexius could feel his prickle and his balls hanging there, and with this awareness, he felt his prickle swell. It just began to grow and get hard, feeling stranger doing that and the more he felt it strangely the more it seemed to grow. He looked at Mikhail and craned his head to look over his shoulder again. The master was standing there now, looking down at Mikhail, between his legs. The man whod felt them was standing closer. Mikhail moved his head to see but couldnt, turning to Alexius again, a pleading look in his eyes like he was asking for something. Hes got a big prickle, this one, said the man standing there, bent as if he had his hands down there, moving, doing something. Mikhail squeezed his eyes closed. Not as big as that boy we did last week, but big enough. Mikhail grunted behind his gag. Then winced. Then jerked against the table. Alexius could feel the vibration. Mikhail made a yelping noise and his eyes flew open wide. The men just moved away from him and behind Alexius. He tried, automatically to close his thighs but couldnt, locked there with his rear up in the air and his legs wide. Suddenly he felt a hand down there. It went under his balls and felt his prickle which was nearly hard, then went back and pulled on his balls, lightly at first, easy, with a gentle pace. Hes nicely hung, too, nice sized balls for his age, the man said and the hand pulled him more but harder and it began to hurt Alexius. Then the grip stopped, his balls stretched out taut and he felt something slither up them, not a hand, but something else, then there was a bite and a pressure, and suddenly it grew so tight that it hurt him and he heard himself make a sound. It couldnt get any tighter he thought but it did and he wanted it to go away and he could feel his legs shaking and he clenched his muscles. Thats it, he heard someone say and he was left there with that tightness just gripping him down there, at the top of his balls, behind his prickle. It was a hot ache and somehow it made his prickle become harder. He could feel the stiff length up against his stomach now. He turned his head towards Mikhail again. He could see that same ache reflected in Mikhails eyes. He wanted to shake it off and he tried but nothing changed. His mouth was dry and the gag was dusty. Mikhail glanced over his own shoulder and Alexius looked as well. The men were standing behind Mikhail again. Alexius watched as the man whod felt them reached under Mikhail. There was a time, the man said, when wed be selling this boy to be a future breeder. The master snorted. That was a long time ago. Theyre precisely the ones that we nut first now. Too many slaves coming down from the north to want to breed your own. A eunuch is worth far more now than a god-damned breed-slave. Right, said the other man, and suddenly Mikhails body arced. Alexius could hear him stop breathing for a second. He craned over his shoulder again, just in time to glimpse the man pull a short knife from his belt and take it down behind Mikhails rear. Mikhail was stretched hard out, straining. His fists were clenched tight. His face was squeezed tight and he bit hard on his gag. The men were all looking down behind him. The air was quiet. Then, as if everything was let loose, Mikhail made a great noise in his throat and his whole body heaved. The table shook. And it didnt stop. Mikhail kept on shuddering and his head jerked. The noise from his throat kept on coming, and then, when Alexius thought it would never stop, somehow it did. Mikhail slumped and his head moved only slowly then, creased with pain and ache. He sprayed out enough seed, the master said. Hed obviously not had a spurt for a while . A good clean cut though. Nicely done. Mikhail moaned and his fists unclenched. Then with a start, Alexius saw the men move towards him, out of his sight. Now you do have to admit that is a pretty little ass, said the master, not that I want you putting your prick up it when Im not looking. A nice bit of boy-pussy for the rich Alexius wanted to bring his legs closed and somehow he was trying to again. He felt a touch down there and his hanging balls were held again in a hand and pulled slowly down and harder and harder and out from him until his body arced and he felt his muscles strain against that pull. He could feel his prickle brought down too, swaying about, stiffly in the air. The pull on his balls could pull no further. Somehow amid that ache, he could feel the hand that gripped him change its position, but not lose its grip. His eyes were closed tightly now. His whole body waited. They were going to cut off his balls soon, he knew, and he held himself for it, through the long seconds that stretched out like minutes. Then he felt a touch on his skin down there, a new one, just a light placement at first that came went, and then it came back and rested on him again. It was colder and sharper. It was the knife. His prickle shivered in the air and somehow with everything, he felt himself gather-up inside like he did when he played with himself at night, and he found himself about to spurt, the seed coming out of his prickle in big dollops that he could feel coming out with that familiar warmth of sensation. But with it, suddenly, he could feel a sharp slash of high-pitched pain down there and a strange separation that became everything, filling his mind and body with the whiteness of hurt. He screamed behind his gag, screamed and screamed while the slashing ache continued. And then he slumped free, the pain there but just one pain now, airier, his prickle slapping up against his stomach, his legs shivering. He hurt and he moved against the hurt but slower now. Nearly spurted as much as the other one, the master said, as if he was even hearing it or making sense of words now. Dont know what they feed them out there on those estates Someone chuckled but Alexius was beyond noticing. A hand touched his rear again, cupping it, running along that curve there, stroking him. I might try Belsarius, with this one, the master said, hes always on the lookout for new eunuchs for his bed. This one is just the type he likes, and hell pay extra for a virgin boy, he likes breaking them in Alexius opened his eyes briefly. Mikhails head was turned towards him, eyes still closed, but not squeezed hard shut. The pain between his own legs was constant now, unmoving, just there. He shut his eyes again, hard, squeezing them closed, returning to that dark again, against the bright day, the bare blaze of the whitewashed wall, the feel of his prickle beginning to droop heavily, and that point of space down there that was nothing but a place of pain now, empty of everything else, for his familiar balls had been taken from him, never to be touched or held again, and some new existence was about to begin without them. |