Upon closer inspection, the distance between rungs appeared to be the same. However, they varied in depth. He squeezed his head through, followed by one arm and then the other. However, as he shifted he slipped down and wedged himself between the bars.
Given the slippery rocks beneath his legs, Marc could not pop himself out of his position and pass though. He was tempted to call out, but something brushed up against his cheek.
His hand grabbed onto something leathery. This was his horse from earlier today, the one who must have wandered back to see on his own. Since the main gates were closed, it remained chose to spend the night near the water.
“Good boy, Enfers,” Marc said and made a clicking sound.
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