He suspected they hoped Marc would either perish of his own accord, swallowed up by a world that was dangerous at the best of times. They have no idea that my mother and Bertrand gave me all the tools I need.
Marc was not some newborn babe out in the wilds. However, he did lack coins and supplies. His clothes were a problem as well, as they would be noticed. None of the peasants could afford clothes like this. The same goes for Enfers and his saddle.
He needed an ally, but had little contract with those outside of the keep. I doubt anyone would risk the fury of the Count to help me… at least they won’t do it overtly.
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