DrabbleWriMo 19: Shenanigans

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The Comte de Brencourt finds himself yet again caught between the prongs of love, pride and honour in the face of underhand dealings from elsewhere...

He'd failed to die by his own hand, and failed to die as he had hoped in the uprising. Now he lay feverish and ill in the inn at Vannes, and heard through the cracked partition news from the enemy dispatches.

The Marquis de Kersaint, last of those still under arms, was to surrender under safe-conduct. Safe-conduct notwithstanding, he was then to be shot.

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Somehow a message had to be sent. Only he could not — could not! — ride to beg pardon, to buy forgiveness with his warning... His own perfidy was too recent in mind. Yet for Valentine he must.