"How can any of it be?" asks Aramis. "We are four hundred years advanced from the world we left. Time is a strange thing, here."
He shrugs, wishing he could offer Athos a better explanation, if only to put the man's mind more at ease. "It is very different. I did not take to it at all, at first, but there are advantages here, Athos. I do not speak of the heatless fires or the clean, running water, though those are fine, too. But the people, Athos."
Aramis' eyes flick to Porthos and back, for a moment overcome with an emotion he does not yet dare name. "They live quite freely here, and I do not mean as libertines. There are no kings or queens, people govern themselves, and they live well. More than that, they are largely content to allow others to do the same, however that happiness may come to them."
He drags a hand through his hair. "And of course you will live here. Every Musketeer must live at Bramford."
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He shrugs, wishing he could offer Athos a better explanation, if only to put the man's mind more at ease. "It is very different. I did not take to it at all, at first, but there are advantages here, Athos. I do not speak of the heatless fires or the clean, running water, though those are fine, too. But the people, Athos."
Aramis' eyes flick to Porthos and back, for a moment overcome with an emotion he does not yet dare name. "They live quite freely here, and I do not mean as libertines. There are no kings or queens, people govern themselves, and they live well. More than that, they are largely content to allow others to do the same, however that happiness may come to them."
He drags a hand through his hair. "And of course you will live here. Every Musketeer must live at Bramford."