“Were his wishes followed?” Marc said as a stab in the dark.
Bertrand smiled at that question, he approached the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. There was nothing threatening to the act, and had a strangely soothing effect on Marc’s soul.
“To the letter,” Bertrand replied with a straight face. “He perished and was buried within these woods. We simply made sure it was on consecrated ground.”
That would have been a risk, as the Comte might have learned of their liberal application of an order. Still, they were technically correct and his father would never willingly venture out into the forest without cause. That man is so corpulent that he needs attendants to get him up and down stairs…
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