Aramis curls himself against Athos' other side, not plucking the arm from his eyes, but kissing it. "If you do not like the swathe of land, there are others," he promises. "But I have seen you riding in those fields that surround it as clear as day, and I know you will see it, too, when you come with us."

More quietly, Aramis adds, "I think we could make you happy there. Happy like you ought to have been with her."