Category: Man of War

  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 23

    “The kitchen staff and the echo through the halls,” Marc whispered.

    He rarely came across the Countess, even at meal times. His father would offer up a plethora of excuses, but that stopped when he quit asking altogether. 

    The few times they did cross paths, Marc would always feel an icy chill run down his back. The woman possessed a stare that could chill the mood at any festival. He also suspected the worst of it was reserved for him. For being the fruit of her loins, Marc had spent many a night crying into a pillow, struggling to find why his own mother rejected him.

    “I’d sooner walk on water than count on the kitchen staff keeping a secret,” Bertrand replied.

    Portrait of an older stern woman with greying hair, formal dress and jewellery.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 22

    “Your mother didn’t raise a fool,” Bertrand replied. “How did you find out?”

    They came across a stream, almost entirely concealed by shade. Bertrand dismounted and led his horse to the water, and Marc did the same. 

    There was something about what Bertrand said that shed light in the dark recesses of his mind. Old memories that never fit the narrative, or things that kitchen staff whispered to one another when they thought they were alone. 

    “The kitchen staff and the echo through the halls,” Marc whispered.

    Two horsemetn riding past a stream concealed from the light.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 21

    They carried on for another five or so minutes, by that point the woods had swallowed them up entirely. Neither feared threading through the wilds, but it was humbling to realise that the little more than thin filaments of light filtered in through the canopy of leaves.

    “What do you know about your governess?” Bertrand asked.

    “Death walks in her shadow,” Marc replied.

    Bertrand’s head snapped back, which could have easily been explained away by studying himself on his mount. However, Marc knew better, there were few who could rival his abilities as a horseman.

    “Your mother didn’t raise a fool,” Bertrand replied. “How did you find out?”

    Picture of those on horseback travelling through a thick patch of woods with filaments of light filtering.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 20

    “Where are we headed?” Marc asked to cut to the chance.

    “You’ve never been one for patience, Marc,” Bertrand said, those eyes fixed on the horizon.

    “That’s true,” Marc replied. “However, I do know when someone is trying to avoid the question.”

    There was no reply, and Marc knew there was nothing that could be done to force this along. Bertrand would let him know when he was good and ready.

    “Not far now,” Bertrand said at a near whisper.

    Man and a boy with matching uniforms and armour, riding through the woods on horse, with a castle in the distance.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 19

    Marc looked over his shoulder to find the town surrounding the keep as it faded off in the distance. The sun was still high in the sky and he knew that no one would be looking for either of them.

    His father often said that children should be seen and not heard. Given that Marc would rather have a voice, he quickly concluded that the easiest way to keep both father and son happy was to never be around. That was the reason why they often trained in the isolated area of the keep, or went past the outskirts of town.

    The somniferous sound of the horses’ hooves striking the hard packed dirt did nothing to dull his mind. Marc sensed there had been an ulterior motive to this change in venue, and the long features on Bertrand’s face generally agreed with that. He won’t even look at me.

    A man and a boy riding their horses through a town, with a castle in the background.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 18

    “I’ll fetch us some horses,” Bertrand added. “Now get a move on.”

    Marc sprung up from off of the rocky terrain no worse for wear. After taking ten strides, he turned around while continuing to move towards the keep.

    “Meet you in the courtyard?” Marc asked.

    “Were you thinking the horse would jump over the wall?” Bertrand teased.

    “Beat you there!” Marc exclaimed before turning around in a single bound and ran off towards his quarters.

    Picture of a horse and rider jumping over a stone wall that could belong to a castle. Dust behind the horse implies they were traveling at great speed.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 17

    Bertand knelt down and reached for the sword a couple of feet away from his student. Marc watched on in anticipation, his dark brown eyes wide and aglow. 

    “Fetch your horn and pistol,” Bertrand said. “Be quick about it.”

    Upon hearing the two words in the same sentence, Marc’s grin transitioned to a toothy smile. Normally the Comtesse forbade firearms training within the keep, claiming it rattled her nerves. It seemed like Bertrand was willing to incur her wrath to his benefit.

    “Really?” Marc asked, that word overflowing with hope and joy.

    “I’ll fetch us some horses,” Bertrand added. “Now go on swiftly.”

    Picture of a young boy running away fromt he acmera. Appears to be running through a castle with several columns visible and arched doorways.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 16

    In spite of the dim light filtering through the window, it felt as though Death was lurking about. His governess, Jeanne had a lingering cough for years, which sometimes brought up blood.

    In the past month, her health has deteriorated. First came the night sweats, followed by fever and significant weight loss. While his father said it was nothing, Marc could tell there was something wrong.

    “No,” Marc replied before adopting a wry grin. “It’s not like you to make it easy for me.”

    Bertrand looked behind him and understood precisely where his student’s eyes had been focused. For a moment it appeared as though he was about to say something, but thought better of it. There were limits to what staff could get away with, even as trusted advisors.

    “If you only knew…” Bertrand replied. “Well, I’ve had enough of swords.”

    Woman in the bed of a poorly lit room, wearing a black cloak, with the grim reaper in the background.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 15

    “Correct, Marc,” Bertrand said with a warm smile. “Had enough for today?”

    After taking a beating like that Marc would normally be chomping at the bit to head back. This time the contents of his stomach soured and his sunburnt skin lost a shade or two of colour right before Bertrand’s eyes.. 

    Behind Bertrand there was the main keep that connected three towers. His eyes focused on a particular window, nearest to him, but furthest from the courtyard and quarters for the count and countess.

    In spite of the dim light filtering through the window, it felt as though Death was lurking about.

    Grim reaper with a long cloak and a long implement at their side looking away from the camera. Appears to be in a dark bedroom with light filtering through a window.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 14

    “There are no rules in war,” Marc replied. 

    In actuality there were tons of rules in war. There was an entire section in the family library devoted to them.  The oddest of which being that muskets had to be of a certain length when fitted with a bayonet.

    However, history was filled with scores of examples of an opponent breaking the rules to claim victory. The dead were in no position to raise a complaint with the crown. The victor will invariably claim the vanquished fought dishonourably

    “Correct, Marc,” Bertrand said with a warm smile. “Had enough for today?”

    Picture of a boy with brown hair, black eyes, and a white shirt, walking through a library, with books towering over him.

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