A slave chained to the interior wall of the entryway opened the door and bowed low, asking their business.

The slave bowed and passed word to someone deeper in the house.

The slaves bowed in deep abjection, turned and marched back through the doors which were then closed and barred.

And all the slaves and boat-slaves bowed over double.

Each tremulous slave bowed in respect as Erasmus passed.

The slave bowed her head and murmured an apology, hands kneading my shoulder blades.

"This unnamed slave bows before no one," Tom replied.

With a faint clinking of chain, the slave bowed and shuffled out.

All slaves must bow; these slaves were not bowing.

The slave bowed, hiding the hate in his eyes, and did as he was bidden.