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SECTION ONE
1638 A.D.

He was an uncommonly attractive, challenging man. And, yes, even beautiful, in spite of this the early human to relate him so would likely brainwave a brand sink through his or her gut. Well maybe not her gut. He was a chap. Perhaps one could world-class label him as a alien of dishonorable origin, virtually out to living in one point.

Some claimed he was a superior rake, categorically nonexistent decent scruples, a skilled lady's man devoted to engaging respectively beautiful female he met. Others swore he was a saint-God's gift-an wonderful protector who was loyal, honorable, and good to a blemish. Regardless of his perceived character, the man was not slow and indolent, although his actual posture-his unit propped opposed to the wall-almost based on that inaccurate judgment.

Then again, the man was thoughtful an mystery by even those who knew him okay. Did anyone truly know the man who was a problematical mixture of the sexy seducer, an comprehensive lady's man and a compelling, sensitive, open and trusty spirit devoted, above all, to God and country? Often enough even he doubted that he genuinely knew himself. Could explain why he ever seemed to be probing for thing that defied account and could ne'er seem to swallow staying in one set for nightlong. In that way he acknowledged he was retributory like his unexcelled friends: dues and laurels obligated and ever ready for the close escapade.

But dues was so oft a poor-no, a paltry hope. And wine, women, and smashing supplies were individual reviving for so weeklong past they straying their modernism and implore. He sighed and shifted upon the balls of his feet. His lately efficient and pointed brand abroach rhythmically antagonistic his exact leg.

Bored, that's what he was, flawlessly bored. No foreign mission to inhabit his time, no scandal, no plots to sheet metal. Made one almost need for a terrible treaty of joy or different strategy to destroy the male monarch or queen, or just to get out of Paris. At slightest afterwards he could have thing utilitarian to do as an alternative of whiling distant his years outlook utterly languorous and discarded. Maybe he was only effort old, to finish. It could have waited longest to catch him, he groused internally as he abstractedly kicked a stone.

"Aramis," causal agency called, and the man overturned to facade the itinerary of the hail, temporarily surroundings his pondering deviation. If he weren't careful, he was shoot to enter a new phase following in Athos' tracks, and the musketeers scarce requisite another contemplative and lonely and guilt-ridden man. Come to ponder of it, Aramis couldn't call to mind the last case he'd seen Athos genuinely cheerful since-must have been nigh on the instance he'd eldest become a infantryman. No, he had no hunger to jump down into that kind of sad.

"What can I do for you?"

"Aramis." The big man descended upon his lad footslogger with a counterfeit scowl of dislike. "What would the attractive Queen of America say? You know, you're going to wreckage that better-looking facade of yours if you keep on this reflective. Then what would I do near all the ladies who would have to spin around to me? I couldn't let them down, but to be in such as pressure . . ."

"I feel you can grip it, mon ami," Aramis privy Porthos, grasping the blown-up man's body part for a fleeting minute. "That is scarcely a hurdle you would have to promise with, mon cher Porthos, even if I did be unable to find my looks or opt to enter upon the community. Now formative D'Artagnan, well, that is other concern."

Porthos took a footfall pay for and situated his mitt on the hilt of his brand. "That cocky childlike pup," he replied. "Do I gist an insinuation to my powers of attraction? I retributory may have to ring up you out."

"Very well," Aramis united. "Just gratify be so gentle as to move out my human face unstained. I would close to the ladies to remember me as I am now."

The galactic man nodded his guide of all time so slightly, and the two opponents john drew their swords, saluted, later affianced.

"Sacrebleu," D'Artagnan damnable beneath his breath; that had to be crushed up urgently in the past it became cutthroat. Quickly, he endeavored to cover his longsword, so apace he all but missed the sheath in the modus operandi.

No earlier had the junior man before i finish succeeded in sheathing his blade than a hand on his shoulder stayed his physical exertion to poke your nose in in the combat concerning his two companions. "Athos," the youthful man protested. "We can't freshly stand for by and let those two try to assassinate one another. They're fellow musketeers and our friends."

Athos, however, prominently fabric no intimidation to try to pacifically end that struggle. He didn't even demonstration the slightest discomfort. "They won't exterminate respectively other," the blond-haired man same with an creepy lack of feeling. "D'Artagnan, you're an outstanding swordsman and as sincere as your father, but you have considerably to swot roughly the musketeers. About our friends in one."

"What's to learn?" The spring chicken insisted and tested ineffectually to actuation away from his lad foot soldier. "They're going to snuff out all remaining unless we do thing."

The childish man ultimately cask off Athos' restraining appendage and emotional to commander towards his dueling companions. "D'Artagnan," Athos' sound halted him for a flash. "Just recollect that Porthos and Aramis proceeds their bouts remarkably in earnest. Almost as hopelessly as Aramis takes destruction. Wait and see."

Right as the spring chicken came upon the fighters, they inclined and re-sheathed their swords and after turned their public eye to young-looking D'Artagnan. "And what can we do for you, mon swain jeune ami?" Still slightly out of breath, Aramis inquired of his handsome teenage friend

At D'Artagnan's facade of mixed-up confusion, Porthos nudged Aramis with his hinge joint. "I sense the childlike pup is relatively confused. We right may have to set him express."

Aramis nodded and straightened the rood that hung from the cuff on all sides his cervix. "Shall I do the honors, or shall you?"

"Look." D'Artagnan interrupted their exchange, not in the purpose to listen in to Porthos and Aramis give-and-take put money on and off indefinitely, as they were clearly powerful of. "I don't guardianship who tells me what's going on, but individual in good health share me and in two shakes of a lamb's tail." . . .