“I’d sooner walk on water than count on the kitchen staff keeping a secret,” Bertrand replied.
“Would you care to try?” Marc countered. “The water is shallow here, you may not even get your feet wet.”
“Are you being smart with me?” Bertrand retorted in a raised voice.
Marc picked up on the threat behind those words, but the twinkle in those eyes told him otherwise. He had the choice of backing down or fully committing to the cause.
He dropped the reins, backed up five paces and ran towards the stream. Upon reaching the edge he jumped, soaring over the water until both his feet landed on the opposing shore.
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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