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Third Earth Book One

Parts 16-20

N ight had fallen as three shadow cloaked felines moved swiftly along the dirt track road, they had been following the clumsy trail left behind the slaver’s waggons for several days, not once stopping to eat or rest, instead utilising rations of dried meat and the water they carried. Each one of them were tired but still remained focused on catching up with their quarry, At last they three lionesses where closing in. Fortune had been kind to them, having remained downwind from the slaver caravan as entered the darkness of the woods, the overhang of branches from the trees had aided in helped in masking the felines presence as they all kept pace, three sets of amber eyes skilfully took in everything around them with trained precision, while booted paw like feet graceful moved silently across the ground, avoiding fallen twigs that might warn the prey hunted. The front most lioness drew once more drew in the scent of those they had been following from the beginning onset of twilight into start of dusk, she could not help but feel disgust at the fool of a noble that had allowed himself to meet his end so shamefully as to have both his throat slit followed by the desecration to his body in such a vile manner. She was positive the human they had been charged with seeking, was no longer in the possession of the skunks, it was more likely the white stripes would have had their pleasure with human only to sell him for a pretty purse of coin once they were done with him, for now the wretched skunks would least for the time being savour a respite from the pride’s wrath.

Right now, she was more concerned with what they were trying to catch up to, the numbers of the prey had increased considerably more than even the three of them could handle alone. Soon the smell of smoke from camp fire hit her senses long before either of the lionesses’ moments caught sight of the slight orange glow from the thick foliage, slowing down her sisters did so too until all three had stopped too as all three began moving cautiously to the side of the dirt road. There she could see remnants of old damaged wood, this on its own would have been of no surprise considering where they were, yet these pieces had clearly been part of a bigger whole, something that had been tooled for a precise purpose possibly an axle for a carriage or waggon. Nearby was some minor damage to surface area of a tree root along with wheel tracks leading up to it, furth along she could make a large area of moss had been scrapped away as if something heavy had been dragged along the ground only to eventually come to a sudden stop. Still, it was not quite enough to prove it came from the slavers or that the camp fire belonged to them still a smile dared to creep across her thick black feline lips at the possibility that they had finally caught up with their target at last.

With a flurry of hand signals the other two became blurs hiding themselves amongst the undergrowth ready to assist if she summoned them for aid, as she made her way crouched low towards the direction of the campfires, the closer she got the more she began to isolate the cocktail of scents coming from the camp. Breaking each down into a solitary scent as she had been trained to from way back as a cub, then she found what she was looking for, two scents unique to all the others. One was clearly the human she sought the other was something she was not familiar with; it was not mammal that much, whatever it was she was sure it was exotic in nature, that much she was sure of. Though which of the foreign races it could have been she could not tell, in truth she had only heard tales from the old warriors of the pride but as for herself she had never actual smelt or seen anything like this herself. Easing down on to her stomach she started gradually pushing herself along with one leg at a time, her large pawlike hands deftly sweeping anything aside that might break beneath her alerting her presence to any stationed-on sentry duty. Stopping behind a rotting tree trunk that lay where it had at some point fallen, the lioness confident that for the time being she was sufficiently hidden allowing her to gather as much information as she could before any plan of action could be formulated. Her paws tightened into fists as a golden retriever came into view with a rat scampering along behind him, this sight confused her somewhat. The canine races had always been staunch supporters of the humans, so to see one here in this capacity. It was as disturbing as it was unbelievable, yet here one was doing something canine kind would have considered unspeakable. Then again if there were those of nobility from her own pride who could fall from grace, she had to grudgingly conclude it could also possible for others as to do so too. As impossible as the concept still seemed to the lioness, the evidence was right there in front of her, the most galling of all was the fact that for the time being there was little to nothing she could about it.

Narrowing her eyes the scout focused on one the cages she was unable to make out much other than a small figure rising and lowering themselves, breathing slowly she closed her eyes. Focusing on the sounds from the encampment, utilising the training afforded to her by the great hunters of the pride, the lioness channelled out the ambient noises of the forest one by one followed swiftly afterwards by doing the same with every other individual sound coming out of the slavers camp until finally leaving only that coming from the wagon. She could hear short sharp female panting accompanied by heavy laboured breaths; the erotic sound strained her will power as it took every ounce of will power not to open her eyes and lose focus upon two individuals within wagon; she could detect two distinct scents a small female cat along with the male human both they had been tracking relentlessly. The lioness could smell the potency of his virility even from hidden location, it caused her to absently mindedly run her long-barbed tongue along her thick black lips. With sheer act of will the scout forced down her carnal hunger as she gradually reintroducing the surrounding scents around her, followed there after by sound allowing her senses to become reaccustomed to her surroundings. To have done otherwise would have left her open to a sensory overload that would have overwhelmed her and her to become disoriented, after what felt an eternity. Her eyes opened, to her delight she had remained unnoticed but that would not last for long, she could feel it on her fur, the air current was starting to shift to the point where she would soon no longer be down wind.

Changing locations her mind pondered why a member of the canine race was there since the dog races had strong ties with the humans, more so than the other anthro races, it did not

make any sense to her what so ever. Cautiously the scout cautiously followed the route she had previously taken she had come; in no time she was back at the dirt road. Her companions breaking cover to pad up alongside her, their postures showed they had picked up on her frustrations, they sought to reassure her through nuzzling and chuffing as they greeted her. Such was the way of the females in any pride, close knit sisterhoods formed to pool their strengths while covering for each other’s weaknesses, together they were the true power of a pride, despite what any male lion might choose think or believe. After a few minutes she felt calm enough to speak of what she had seen, though even recounting it set the fur on the back of her neck up on end.

“And that thine sisters tis t’situation, truly these curs are beyond mercy”

She spat with an angry tone to her voice, it was true the human was not of her acquaintance but that mattered little, he was still under her pride’s protection. So, for this primate to be held in the throes of such bondage was an afront to the pride honour, something that could not be allowed to stand.

“Truly a righteous reckoning, is required upon this vile nest of foul villainy!”

One of the other lionesses rumbled; her fangs bared in a show of distain for the slavers. Nothing more was said for all three were in complete unspoken agreement, the human would be extracted with all due haste after which they would remain hidden until the rest of the pursuit force arrived. It was troubling how a member of the canine species was responsible for such an atrocity, more so when considering just how deep the canines’ own ancestors had endured such arduous resentment from the other races when they had dared to stand in defiance against the practice of human slavery. The humans outside of the tiger territories would have gone extinct if the canines had chosen to just look away at what happened, the thought of an archaic practice made her whiskers bristle with disgust.

“Verily then, let the hunt begin in earnest to free the human from bondage”

The lead tigress rumbled as, nothing more needed to be said as one all three eased into the undergrowth as she led her sisters to the slavers camp site.

-oO0Oo-

S omething felt strange to James as he was awoken suddenly to find the feline, he had been breeding with repeatedly for the last few days was gone, it was dark out with no way of looking up to the moon to sees if it was still night or early morning before dawn. Rubbing his eyes he started to stretch only to find a flaming torch out of nowhere pushed way too close to his face, he did not even have time to think as he reacted in a way as most would in such a situation by balling up his fist and lashing out wildly. His knuckles made full contact with something or perhaps someone if the sudden crash onto the caged wagons floor was to go by.

“RESTRAIN HIM!”

A voice cried out from the darkness beyond the bars, several figures charged at him grabbing at him as the dropped torch the first assailant had been using had already begun to catch the straw bedding on fire.

“STOP…Ya just be antagonising ‘im, you lot focus on putting dat fire out first“

Wormwood’s somewhat crass sounding voice announced, turning his head towards the bars James could see the familiar face of the rat that he had seen some days back with the slavers boss.

“If anything, an ah do be meaning anything, be ‘appening ta da ‘uman, da boss will not be ‘appy!”

The rodent snapped, Wormwood gave frustrated sigh as he watched an assortment of company staff scrabbling towards them with rakes to drag the ignited straw out of the wagon before it to caught fire, water was already being brought up to aid in fighting the small fire. Rubbing the ridge of his muzzle the rat began working on what he would say to his boss.

“Get one the other wagons up, double up one the others if you have too,

The golden retriever announced making his presence known, Wormwood froze gulping loudly as he heard the boss speak as the canine walked at his own pace up next to the sweating rat.

“Oh, do calm yourself my dear fellow, you can’t cure stupid and that buffoon of a baboon should have known better, after all even the most docile of creatures can attack especially when suitably provoked.”

The slaver boss mused as if speaking to a child, his gaze was fixed upon James a slow smile forming across his muzzle as if coming to some decision of an unspoken question.

“Once the fire is out, and our product has had sufficient enough time to recover, we’ll have him brought to wagon eight, I believe this human is more than strong enough to hold his own with…HER…especially after that impressive display of pugilistic might.”

The dog mused resting upon his cane as he smiled a wide devilish smile, Wormwood wanted to question his boss’s decision but after opening his muzzle to speak choose to close it again, he knew better than to question the golden retrievers’ plans.

“Come now my good fellow, this way now, it’s okay no one is going to hurt you”

The canine mused as if speaking to a child, the golden retriever watched as the human headed slowly towards the open cage door, James looked at him still confused as the fight or flight instinct that had filled him ebbed as the rest of the slaves kept their distance now from the cage.

“That’s it, no one’s going to hurt you, the one who hurt you won’t do so again I promise you”

The canine whispered softly, giving the human plenty of room to exit the cage in his own time, slowly James stepped towards the cage door, he still felt wary but the honeyed words combined with the canine’s calm demeanour won the him over. Gingerly he stepped out allowing himself to be led towards the main camp as another wagon was prepared for him, he sat down upon one the logs near one the large fire pits a wooden cup slipped into his hands. James’s eye lit up as he brought the drinking vessel up to his lips, the sweet alcohol sent warmth flowing through his body as the mead made his taste buds dance happily in his mouth.

“Take your time my good human, it may take a little while for your new accommodations to be made ready for you.”

The golden retriever commented with sly smile playing across his muzzle, some distance away outside the radius of flickering light formed by the multiple fire pits dotted around the camp three lionesses watched from their vantage point downwind from the encampment.

The alpha scout of the hidden lionesses, felt her head swim from the heady cocktail of so many different scents hitting her senses at once, it made sorting through them difficult even with her advanced training. So many species present, each individual in the camp with a unique marker accompanied by chemicals being generated from any number of particular emotions they might be experiencing be it fear; anger or even arousal, all fused with background smells filling the air be it burning wood from the fires, the putrid stench of the latrines or even the grease from the wagon’s axle it all assailed her sense of smell. It was all this and much more that she needed to filter out if she wanted to find the scent that was most important, that of the humans.

Neither she nor her sisters knew the human they sought, be it personally or in passing not that such a thing mattered to them, he was a ward of the pride as such his well-being was to be expected as guaranteed. As such the fact that his liberty had stripped from him in this vile manner, was not only a grievous insult but a slap to the face of the pride’s honour itself, that could not be left unanswered. As far as she was concerned the female slaves were of little concern, merely a side note that if situation presented itself without putting their primary mission goal in jeopardy could be dealt with simply by setting them free, however such an option would not even entertained as being a secondary objective to them. The alpha paused for a moment, she could sense the wrath in her sisters and gave a quiet low growl to reaffirm her dominance over them, last thing she needed was for them to act on their own like cubs partaking upon their first hunt. Letting out a silent sigh she waited patiently alongside her subordinates, passing the time by maintaining watch on the campsite. One of her ears twitched as she focused on the rustle of the dead fallen leaves and broken twigs along the forest floor accompanied by the sound of discomfort from the human. Adjusting his position against the trunk of a gnarled old oak, James winced as Wormwood carefully applied healing balms to the human’s ankles and heel of both feet where the flames had licked at the injured human’s skin. It was the more expensive balms he was using, though considering the humans current as well as future profit value, such expenditure of resources could easily be deemed as justifiable. An while it would not be an instant fix, the balm would allow the human to perform his role with the female that had been chosen for him to next impregnate.

-oO0Oo-

M id-morning a large circle of slavers had gathered around a wagon that far more different from the other wagons in the camp, unlike the ones used for the majority of slaves in their possession this was far larger. Instead of the wrought iron bars from the base of the wagon to the roof, this was more akin to a grill style cage of cast iron. It was clear to any it was designed for slaves of the larger more stronger predator races, the hefty chains around the entrance along with the equally heavy-duty lock was further evidence to the fact. The design for larger captives was emphasized by the waggoner’s box that sat several feet further than would be commonly seen upon a normal wagon, it was here where a rack of bulky shackles hung on hooks just below a long staff coated in one end with thorn like barbs, it showed the tell-tale signs of recent use to compel compliance with the wagon’s current occupant.

Along the top of the cage like structure waxed leather was strapped into place to provide shelter during times of rain, in one corner something was curled up figure glared out from beneath a large hemp blanket. The growled revealing itself to be wolf in nature, the growl intended to be the only warning that would be given.

James was being led to this foreboding cart, he looked around at the jeering faces grinning at him as he was moved forwards by Wormwood using a pole with a curving end that fitted perfect against the small of his back. Whenever the human hesitated a firm pressure from the pole pushed him towards the direction the rat wanted him to go, James looked confused as some of the gathered crowd performing obscene arm pumping gestures. Soon however his attention would be quickly redirected, something or rather someone beneath the large blanket now snarling viciously as he drew closer to the wagon. By the entrance two burly brown bears stood ready, the staffs from the wagons rack now in their massive fists as they kept their eyes firmly on the wolf as a jackal reached for the reinforced door, the sound of a key turning in the padlock could be heard.

Instantly the blanket was sent flying as the frenzied wolf charged towards opening, eager to make an escape only to be knocked backwards by the barbed ends of the two staff’s as each bear kept her at bay allowing the jackal to nimbly step aside. Wormwood frowned slightly as he felt James stop in his tracks, the rat could not blame the human, not one bit if anything he would have most likely have done the exact same thing. A couple of honey badgers joined Wormwood as they together forced James step by step towards the wagon, it was slow going since the Human was proving reluctant to approach, his stronger they had expected considering how much taller as well as muscular in build James was compared to the humans the rat had previously come across.

“Good thing he’s docile”

One the honey badges mused.

“Probably raised with prey types”

The other mused, finally after several minuets the three of them had James at the cast iron step leading up to the entrance, it was the that one of the bears none to gently grasped James by the arm as they launched him inside. Wasting no time the jackal relocked the padlock.

“ Good luck lad'o!”

Wormwood squeaked nervously scampering back several feet, the rat watched as James sat up right the light catching the definition of his beautifully chiselled body as another snarl filled the air causing him some distress. The wolf remained crouched low its grey fur matted from a lack of amenities to brush their coat, James looked the large humanoid canine before opening his mouth and saying something stupid.

“Your Female?”

This caused a lot of groans shaking of heads from those around the outside of the wagon, the wolf frowned slightly no longer snarling but rather wearing an expression of bewilderment.

“OF COURCE I’M A FEMALE…WHY DO YOU THINK YOU’RE HERE FOR?”

She bellowed her husk voice filled with disbelief.

“I guess to be punished or disposed of, though I have done what they wanted so perhaps not that?”

James replied answering the female with a question of his own.

“I…you…oh for ancestors’ sake…they want us to FUCK…Breed…Procreate!”

She spoke incredulously, much to watching slavers surprise who had only heard her growl or snarl most of the time.

“Well…I don’t want them to beat us or refuse to feed us…but if you don’t want to…”

The human noted in a submissive tone, looking at him the wolf pinched the bridge of her muzzle between finger and thumb, a long deep sigh leaving her thick black canine lips.

“These bastards have drugged me into going into an early heat, I have been kept that way for several weeks… You know what…FUCK IT…I’m going to breed you human, I’m going to breed you and I just don’t care if I get knocked up any more…I…Well…OH FUCK IT!”

She snapped padding towards him her chest heaving heavily as her yellow glaring gaze stared into his hazel brown eyes.

“w...wait…shouldn’t we introduce ourselves…get to know each other first?”

Jame squeaked as the female wolf was already upon his, her pawlike hands grasping his wrists firmly, she gained the needed leverage to gradually force him down to cage floor, the fact she needed to exert herself was not lost on the wolf if anything it excited her more.

“You may call me…Twilight, yes that is a fitting name since my former name hold no interest for me, now announce yours? Or shall we dispense with the pleasantries and proceed to your purpose here!”

Twilight growled, her frenzied eyes wide though now not with hate but a different kind of hunger, one born of an estrous fuelled need.

“j…james”

Was all the doomed human could whimper as he found himself fully pinned beneath her as she crouched astride him, her haunches pressing down against his considerable sized member. The heat of her inhuman entrance swiftly causing his breeding muscle to swell against her, James could see Twilight looking down at him with her fangs bared in a display of dominance. Her muzzle clamping around his exposed throat, her canines pressed lightly against his soft human skin without even scratching it.

“Let us begin”

She growled around his throat, James could feel her easing both of his wrists into just one of her pawlike hands, her fingers griping like a vice as her now free hand snaked down between them; using the soft leathery pads upon her finger tips to draw his foreskin back before guiding his bulbous head into her tight hot entrance. Her entire form quivered at the intermate connection that had just been established between a male and a female, her body tensed as her defined musculature could not be disguised by either her sensuous humanoid curves nor by her coarse outer coat, it was something those spectating could appreciate even at the wisely all of whom had wisely remained safely out of reach despite the cage keeping her confined.

James gulps loudly the sound and smell of his fear filling Twilights senses, her muzzle smiles wickedly in a way no feral canine could ever hope to copy, the attempted motion of his attempts to scrabble away are met in response with an extra little pressure of her fangs. If he was going to act like prey then she would be his predator. Easing her hand back up she replaced her muzzle with strong steely fingers causing him to freeze like any prey species might in the human’s position, lowering her thick black lips by his ears she whispers to him.

“You’ve been amongst the prey races to long, your body has forgotten what it’s like to be a predator, let me help remind it”

Her cloyingly words sent a shiver though his body making his body suddenly feel cold only to heat up from the inferno of her passageway that engulfed his entire manhood with one sudden aggressive thrust of her hips engulfing him down to the hilt, his tip pushed up through the narrow space of her cervix where it punching against as well as past the pouting entrance to her womb.

“AAAAAAAAAIE!”

James squealed, his entire body arching towards her in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Her fingers squeezed around his throat to cut off his supply of air for a brief few seconds, before loosening again as she enforced her control over him. Running her long tongue from one side of her muzzle to the other Twilight moved his wrists up over his head while leaning down to gradually lick the full length of his face from chin to brow, a chuckle escapes her muzzle as she performs a few experimental undulations of her hips, the sensation rippling through her with more exquisite ecstasy than she had. Panting slightly, she looked down at the human, he was not her first time with a human; even so she had not experienced one that was quite so…well-endowed, most had barely made it just a few winches shy of her cervix. That said there was nothing normal about this human in neither his height or in the sheer muscle mass he possessed, it reminded her of the tales of the human barbarians amongst the tiger clans up north beyond the empire.

“Was going to go easy on you, but I can’t do that now”

Twilight growled firmly as she began rocking her hips violently from the very start, the sounds of awe came from outside the wagon some cheering both wolf and human on, while others would make lewd suggestions as they watched her brutally enact upon her sexual hunger. The waggon’s thick wooden axels creaking was drowned out by the human’s cries that was accompanied by the wolf’s deep growls, in no time he could feel Twilight’s entire weight overtop of his, her coat abrasively brushing against his silky-smooth skin. Releasing his wrists she hooked her paw under the back of one of his knees hoisting his leg up to allow her better leverage to force every inch of his organ through her greedy passageway, her hips grinding savagely in a frenzied motion of desperate carnal need to breed. The touch of his soft warm skin over hard muscle upon all eight of her swollen nipples only helped to further the over stimulation to her senses, out of desperation James tried to ease his hands against the sides of her chest in the futile attempt to dislodge her, Twilight though was in no mood for such games. Letting his leg go she slapped her palm across his mouth knocking the fight out of him, the pawlike hand around his throat squeezed once more to ensure he understood the message not to struggle.

“PREY DOES NOT FIGHT BACK!”

She snarled, James trembled beneath her, she was over him completely as if she was the male while he was just the female there to bare young, her firm rear tensed as her hips jutted up between his thighs with a grinding thrust that forced his entire breeding muscle as deep inside of her as she could get it to go. Twilight’s orifice was stretched wide around the girth of his man-hood, she was a head shorter than he was yet that was not the issue to why he could escape but rather it was her ferocity that compounded the situation. James could only hook his hand against her back as she mated with him with all her might, it was not a pace she could maintain for long especially with the pressure building deep within her loins.

“GIVE IT TO ME!”

She barked, her paw releasing his throat as both hands gripped at the straw covered cage floor with all her might as she moved with shorter sharper motions before going stock still, every muscle of her body tensing as her climax strikes at her with a vengeance. With the human’s virile seed bursting forth into her womb as she lets out a bellowing howl, collapsing she lays there upon him panting heavily as her long tongue lolling from the side of her muzzle. For a span of time there was only silence save for Twilights rapid breathing and the crackling of the distant camp fires, then a loud cheer erupted from the gathered audience though for James his body felt numb save the ache of his pelvis. Resting her head next to his, her tail wagged slowly from side to side in a subconscious display of bliss.

“shhhh now…little one...it's okay…you did well…I’m not averse…to bearing you a litter…just having them…becoming merchandise for…our capturers”

Twilight whispered in a hushed voice, her words spoken between deep panted breaths against his ear. James could feel her arms easing under him, drawing him even closer to her trembling body as she savoured every moment of her afterglow with him held with her grasp.

-oO0Oo-

W atching from the cover of darkness the three lionesses watched as they sporadically adjusted their concealed locations to maintain a downwind position from the slavers camp, the scents; sounds and sights had been intoxicating heady cocktail of lust mixed with fear engulfed their senses, it would take considerable effort for all three of them to maintain any form of composure. Each of them thankful for the others presence that provided an anchor against an instinctive nature inherited from their still living feral ancestors. They had all watched James fight back against his captors an act that led to his waggon catching fire, they remained in hiding watching; waiting for reinforcement to arrive before any actions were taken.

The senior lioness had swallowed hard to fight down the hollow sensation in pit of her stomach as he was brought to a more foreboding confinement, she could smell blood and death from that location. It had taken sheer force of will to prevent her imagination from going wild as in her mind eye she could envision something trying to tear the human apart, fang both tearing as well as ripping into his flesh to feast upon his iron rich his organs. Her body relaxed as nothing like that happened, she noticed her sisters also relaxing having picked up her body language, each ready to launch into the camp at first signal from her. The lead lioness made a mental note to be more mindful of this; it would not do to for them to charge in against a heavily armed and armoured force such as this. Yes, they were more than a match for many in the camp, however the slavers had a number of equally formidable predators mixed amongst them that could end any foolish acts of bravado. Suddenly her eyes narrowed as something drew close to their location, her claws began extend until she recognised the scent it was one of the expected warrior’s sent as reinforcements from the pride. Despite their heavy plate armour not one had made a sound, a feat worthy of a feline predator, as the larger of the males crawled up next to her no words were exchanged instead, they spoke with hand gestures.

‘where is the human?’

The male asked.

‘in the reinforced wagon to the east of the northern most fire pit’

She replied, her pawlike hands and large digits moving swiftly to convey information.

*‘the human’s condition?’ *

Came the male’s next question.

‘minor injuries when he tried to fight back, otherwise well, our prey have been breeding him with females of numerous mammal races’

The female lioness signed in reply.

‘the main force will arrive in two days, we will require detailed layout of the camp to plan out assault’

He noted, the lioness gave a firm nod in understanding before gesturing to her sisters to follow her. Moving slowly through the undergrowth the three lionesses began to stalk closer to the camp, the tips of their tails flicked in barely suppressed frustration, for too long they had remained still. Occasional tensing and untensing each muscle in turn to cramping while keeping their limbs ready to act should the need have arrived. It did not however reduce the frustration of such prolonged inactivity, every fibre of the lionesses screamed out to run as fast as their limbs could carry them, to expend the build-up of repressed energy with in them. It was a condition the tales of old, passed down from generation to generation referred to as the zoomies, a childish name to be sure yet one that reflected well the effect it had upon those afflicted with it.

Still, they were scouts, their discipline was strict yet yielded great boons in both stealth as well as surveillance, not a sound was made save for a slight rumbling exhale of breath from deep from each of the large feline’s throats as they crawled slowly upon the soft white soft fur of their fronts. It seemed almost cubs play the ease at which they had been able to approach undetected by the slaver’s sentries, like most of the others slavers they were amateurish at best. The intoxicated mammals reeked of ale, some even nursed half full wooden tankards that held a couple of the slaver’s attention more than the surrounding area they were tasked with watching, snapping their necks would have been so easy for the three lionesses but that would be counterproductive as they would be missed or the dispatched bodies discovered so for now the drunken fools would keep their wretched lives.