Even in their most degenerated form, the slave had coveted delusion that the master was good, and all there is. Without his tutelage; uncertainty - the slave finally forgoes though, and accepts fully what pride repressed; Bondage is destiny.
All praxis used by the master hitherto had fostered a fear in he slave, greater than the torture of its servitude, that uncertainty is the worst of all prospects. So the master leads with the torch, battling against this great unseen - all the while, holding firm his chain.