Marc was lucky that the moon was at its first-quarter tonight. While dark, the moon provided enough of a silver light for his youthful eyes to see. He blew open the windows, half-expecting a guard to drag him out from the window. Instead, there was no one.
Given what he had done, his only chance was to make a run for it. The main gate was closed after dark, and the surrounding walls were too high to scale. I saw a drunken guard fall off and break his neck.
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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