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.
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