“Marcellin Champagnat,” Marc said loud enough for his approaching mentor to hear.
“How sad. His name had slipped from my memory,” Bertrand said. “Have you made the connection yet?”
The name appeared to be familiar, but for now he could not place it. In truth, he knew most of the staff by their christian names or roles. In return they would use his title, no matter how much he loathed hearing it. Only Bertrand and Jeanne ever used my given name, and that was only when they were sure the walls had not sprouted a fresh pair of ears.
Below the name there was a date, it seemed peculiar that this man died about a year before he was born. Although, that did little to explain who this was with nothing but a name to work off of.
Lastly there was an inscription, ‘Loving son and husband.’ Which meant the man was survived by a Madame Marcellin Champa—
“That’s Jeanne’s surname,” Marc replied.
“It is,” Bertrand confirmed.
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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