Excerpt from Marceau – French Historical Novel by Thelma Benison #histfic #ya
The carriage went along a graveled path rather slowly until the large estate came into full view from a distance. The large Tudor mansion with its oversized diamond paned windows, tall chimneys and wide wooden front door was evidently built for a King. Max gaped. Walter dropped his jaw. The servants were standing in line at the front ready to greet their young master.
“Blimey!,” said Walter.
“I know. And I must face them. Who would have thought that I, a sizar at University of Cambridge, would come to all this??,” asked Max.
The carriage came to a full stop and the carriage driver opened the door…