Those words had a powerful effect on Marc. The boy was emotional and lacked patience, but he recognised the authority of that command. He stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders dropped and his arms hung loosely, all the while he was panting hard like a horse driven hard.
That lasted for all of a minute, as Marc’s mind consolidated everything, he turned around slowly with tears streaking through his eyes and collapsed into Bertrand’s arms.
“I hate that man,” Marc managed to say though sobs muffled by Bertrand’s shoulder.
“I know,” Bertrand said in a near whisper.
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