, , , As the gunmen descended, a young lad came running ahead of the stables to help them arrange their mounts, untie them, and brush them off before the men sheltered themselves from the harsh elements.
The soaked men entered the heat of the main hall, and it surrounded them, causing their wet clothes to stick more to their bodies. Aramis, with their traditional aplomb, procured chambers where they changed from their wet clothes into fresh breeches, tunics and doubles. They hid their musketeers mantle deep in their packs. The decision was unanimous: hide your true identity as much as possible. No further advertising that they were gunmen.
“It seems our good mutual friend has been spotted,” remarked Porthos and downed a sip of their drink, and both Athos and d’Artagnan saw the tall, well-groomed, dark-haired man in the room. looked to enter. Aramis’s black, golden eyes surveyed his surroundings as if searching. When Porthos commented on Aramis’s arrival, a barmaid still approached Aramis. As she came with him, she offered the man a wink and a smile and applauded him for a long moment.
“can I get you something?” he inquired with a cute pout. “Probably a glass of our best wine for starters.”
,No. thanks, mams’ ale, I was looking for someone,” he replied with a charming humility that was unique to him.
The shepherd leaned closer to him, giving him a perfect view of the creamy chest exposed by the low-cut bodice. In a moment he lost his thought as the tantric vision of a well-built woman caught his attention. With one of his thin hands, he raised a finger on the cross that was hanging from his neck. With another exercise he asked, “Are you a priest?”
“Ah, no,” he finally replied. “I have not yet gone to the madrasa to fulfill my vows.” He grabbed her little hand and slowly took the cross out of it. Yet his hand remained in her hand as he struggled to find an elegant way out of the situation. Venching was fast losing its charm; There was no excitement in him anymore. No sense of accomplishment or purpose. Nor was he in the mood for it yet. Hunger and fatigue weighed heavily on him this night.
“Well, that’s you Aramis. Always attracting beautiful women without even trying,” remarked Porthos dryly before setting aside his drinks and jumping to his feet to the sound of loud music in the air. Greedly, he grabbed a barmaid around the waist and started dancing with her. Kissing her well, he swung her around the room, greatly enjoying being the center of attention.
“Looks like you and I have to stay out of festivities tonight. Or maybe you’ll want to follow their example.” Athos made a charming gesture addressing D’Artagnan.
D’Artagnan cast a watchful eye on his remaining companions. “How much do you have to drink?”
“Another nurse for me, huh. I guess someone should be taking her into custody after Aramis.” Athos nodded and stopped the further words of his friend. “not to worry, my friend, I’ve limited myself to a small bottle of wine tonight. I’m in no danger of myself drinking or even getting drunk.”
“Good to know,” came a strange voice in conversation, and both men turned their attention to the young man who was sitting in the chair nearby. “Because I believe that your friend may need your help,” said the young man, pointing to Aramis. “I think maybe he needs some help to wean himself off that very little girl who has become too clingy.”
“We really wouldn’t want to interrupt our friend without his consent,” commented Athos in a voice that was carefully calculated to ward off the intruder. Almost rude, though no one dared to tell Athos to his face, except perhaps Porthos or Aramis and d’Artagnan, given some time.
“Well, I think it will be to your advantage to gather your friends before I make a small scene, I’m sure we’ll avoid it.” The young man was not at all distracted by the sign of Athos.
,GodGood grief, Christophe,” said D’Artagnan in a low voice, preventing himself from addressing the woman disguised as Laurel. “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t think this is a conversation we’d want to have in this room. It would be difficult to explain things to the satisfaction of all the audience, right?”
Athos turns his attention to D’Artagnan and asks him to take Porthos out. D’Artagnan escaped from his chair and, after dodging the crowd around the large musketeers, allowed Athos a moment to take stock of the woman who called herself Laurel.
That would be – he must have actually tracked them down, and they never even noticed. This may mean that they did not escape the cardinal’s guard. Then again the cardinal’s defenders were rather inept. Laurel stops further action on Athos’ side by jumping to his feet and proceeds to inform him that since he was very reluctant, he must retrieve Aramis himself. “Nothing to worry about. I’ll be back for you,” she decided and danced to “rescue” Aramis.
Before he could stop her, he thrust his body into the small space between the pair and caught Aramis’s attention. “Your friends have sent me to fetch you. This is important, and I am afraid it is a matter that should be discussed more privately now,” Laurel said, more easily. Unbeknownst to him, save Aramis. The problem of figuring out how to get rid of a girl.
“You must be in Paris under the protection” Sir Treville,” Athos scolds Laurel almost as if she were a stubborn child, and her three companions saw the disapproval in their stern stance.
“I told you before that I’m the only one who has the ability to contact my father, and that’s an important part of this mission. And,” she said, raising her voice so that men wouldn’t shut her down, sons Giving protection. , , “I told you that I had a lot of experience in the field of espionage and I will not be behind. Nor will I be behind.”
“Please, Lady Laurel,” said D’Artagnan, “we will not destroy your life and reputation. We will not see you killed on a dangerous mission. Can’t you go where it is safe?”
With those words Laurel lost her temper and assaulted the young man and his friends. “Maybe all of you let me judge what is not safe and proper for me. Who are you three who can tell me that I am safe with the cardinal in Paris, whom my father and I despise not only But also disbelief? Knowing this, you still have the courage to tell me what’s safe for me.” She paused to catch her breath, her eyes gleaming in challenge. “I can take good care of myself and any of you. I’m a very good rider and an excellent fencer, not to mention that you were able to lose the cardinal’s guard, but lose me.” were unable.” , , ,
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