When Arès neighed, he took his eyes off the city to pet his mane. While he was sure his horse was not attempting to communicate with him, the timing had a prophetic quality to it.
“You’re right, Arès,” Marc said. “One should never turn down an opportunity to learn something new.”
Hidden behind all the pungent odours, there was the scent of brine. Marc had never been to the ocean, and would soon appreciate taking in a breath of salty fresh air. Having breakfast served outside during a high tide turned out to be a rare treat for him.
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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