"To know what sort we want," answers Aramis. Or rather, what sort Porthos wants, as Aramis has long since learned to defer to his judgment. "Like the meal at Kagura."

It will be an odd day, tasting cakes and glimpsing future happiness, followed by excitement and gore, but Aramis still finds he needs to fight something after that morning in the snow. Something that deserves his wrath will do nicely.