Shumacher paused a few seconds. He watched a young chestnut-colored thoroughbred led on a lunge line around the training ring. “Eric, you must know something now. I promised your father many things before he died. As your mother grieved and wasted away, I promised her too, to help all of you. I am an old man. There is not much for me now except to give advice and warn the young when hell is near.”
“What do you know?” Eric asked.
“Eric, there is more involved than what you are doing there.”
“I don’t understand,” Eric questioned.
“You must be careful. There is a man involved in this military thing that your father knew—an American. He tried to destroy Frederick after the war. This man, he will not stop at the grave if he knows who you are.”
“Who is he?” Eric asked.
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