“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.
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