The Steward struggled to get back on his feet. He even batted away the hand of a guard who reached down to assist him. The humiliation may have been self-inflicted, but those narrow eyes burned bright as funeral pyres. I’m sure he blames me for all of this.
“Do you have proof?” Théodore asked.
“I do. I carry a letter from Archbishop Judoc with testimonials from my uncle the Baron of—”
“Lies!”
“Lies?” Bertrand said. “This from the man who hinted that the heir to the Comte had been murdered?”
“It’s nice to see someone else caught that,” Marc said.
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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