“Father… did not waste time taking her on as a mistress,” Marc said.
However, that appeared to be of character for the Compte. Marc knew the man to be cold blooded, every move was calculated to achieve a desired outcome. To come across a black haired widow, likely around the time of the funeral and court her, took passion he never exhibited before.
“No…” Marc added. “Wait…”
“Yes?” Bertrand questioned, the tone lighter to imply the truth was near.
Marc had to look his mentor straight in the eyes. He walked around the headstone until he was face to face, minus the couple of inches the weapons master had on him.
“A snake by any other name,” Marc mused. “The Compte had something to do with it?”
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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