“A gentleman - and I use the term lightly - gave me this,” Athos answers, laying the packet of papers upon the table with a certain amount of disdain. Very little of its contents had made the slightest bit of sense to him, including the little card with his name and likeness affixed to it. “And I found someone else to direct me here. You have made your share of friends, haven’t you?” Not that he could be surprised by this, for Aramis’ easy charm has always earned him all the friends his likes, and Porthos’ enthusiasm is difficult to resist for anyone who isn’t so foolish as to be ruled by prejudice and judgment.
He lifts his eyes from the table, his frown deepening as the men offer their explanation. “How can that be? The attempt on the queen’s life was weeks ago."
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Date: 2014-10-11 12:03 am (UTC)He lifts his eyes from the table, his frown deepening as the men offer their explanation. “How can that be? The attempt on the queen’s life was weeks ago."