Marc rode up the cobbled path towards the Keep. Convention demanded that riders dismount and lead their horses in, but wanted to push the boundaries. They don’t even seem to react.
Limos was a rather large animal, the spoils of war in a skirmish against Spanish heavy cavalry. Even in his saddle Marc towered over other horsemen.
“State your business,” one guard said.
Interested in testing their resolve further, Marc remained mounted. The horse remained perfectly still, but its muscles twitched, ready to go into a full gallop on a single command.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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