“It’s not that hard,” Bertrand said. “You need to keep the embers burning red, and for that it needs to breathe.”
“Breathe?” Marc asked, curious.
Bertrand shrugged, because he did not have the words to explain himself. After several moments of appearing caught up in his thoughts, Bertran cracked a smile.
“Something my father would say,” Bertand replied. “Never occurred to me to ask him why.”
That temporarily soothed Marc’s ego, and that had only been possible because his mentor had the humility to admit their limits.
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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