Unfamiliar men came to empty his chamber-pot and bring him food – better food than he'd become accustomed to. Daniel asked them questions. Speaking in Dorsetshire accents, they said that they were indeed the King's Own Black Torrent Guards, and that the food they were bringing him had been piling up for quite some time in a porter's lodge. Daniel's friends had been bringing it. But the men who'd been running the Tower until yesterday – a distinctly inferior foot regiment – had not been delivering it.