Man of War – Excerpt No. 127

“I’m afraid you won’t have the time to nap,” Marc said flatly.

“What do you mean?” the Comtesse asked.

“You need to pack.”

“Pack? What?”

During this exchange, Bertrand distanced himself to whisper something into the ears of a nearby guard. After a quick nod, that man melted into the crowd and disappeared.

Rotund Countess with grey hair with a six staff are hurriedly packing her quarters. Background and clothing appropriate to 16th Century France.

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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