"You will have the glow of a newlywed, at least," says Aramis, fingers circling Porthos' ring before he lifts his hand to kiss it. "We will play it up as much as we can."

He is quiet, then, wondering if he should ask, especially when Athos has said he does not know what to tell them. "When you do find the words," he finally ventures, "Will you tell us, too?"