At Sword's Point Page #2

His estate lies far to the north.

I've not seen him since his wedding.

Wait at the sign of the Golden

Cockerel. That was our rendezvous.

Touche! A beautiful hit.

There's nothing more I can teach you.

Monsieur's too kind.

I have seen the best swordsmen

fight and you are their equal,

with the exception of D'Artagnan.

I am flattered, monsieur,

but you exaggerate.

No, mademoiselle, there are not...

Claire, a messenger from the Queen.

The Queen?

He expected to find father.

Remember, you will be the man

of the house while I'm away.

I am the son of Athos. I should go.

Not now, dear,

when you're a little older.

Madame.

Shades of Pluto!

Have you returned from the grave?

D'Artagnan, Aramis, Porthos. Your

fathers have begotten themselves.

Where is Athos? We are waiting here.

Are we welcome?

Welcome. It's like the return of

my youth! You've never passed it.

Exactly like your father.

Corporal. Corporal, come here.

Would you not know them anywhere?

I fought with their fathers.

It's good to see old friends.

Corporal, take them inside.

Give them food and drink.

We'll drink a toast to your fathers

and my father.

Madame, I understand this was

the rendezvous of the Musketeers.

Which Musketeers?

D'Artagnan, Porthos, Aramis.

Oh, the OLD Musketeers.

Are they very old?

I have not seen them in many years.

Monsieur, not so loud. One of

the Regent's men might hear you.

I'll see if there's any sign

of the men.

LAUGHTER:

Messieurs, a stranger

is asking for you.

ARAMIS:
No time for strangers,

unless they're girls and beautiful!

A beautiful girl may not have time.

My, my, what a pretty boy!

And what a sharp tongue.

Did you feel the sting?

On your way, lad! Monsieur!

I said, "On your way."

He'll cut you to ribbons.

I think not.

Hold! That ring! Who are you?

I am Athos.

Athos! Welcome, lad, I'm Aramis.

I am Porthos.

I am D'Artagnan, with apologies.

This occasion must be drowned.

More wine!

Why didn't you say you were Athos?

I tried to but was unlucky

to cross swords with D'Artagnan.

You could have beaten Porthos?

Perhaps. And me?

Of course.

Presumptuous, pretty boy.

I don't like those words.

I withdraw them. No fighting.

Our motto is...

I know, one for all and all for one.

To Athos. ALL:
To Athos.

I'm accepted? The fourth Musketeer.

Athos fights like a tiger

but drinks like a hummingbird.

I'm drunk with the excitement

of this meeting. Follow me,

I'll show you to your quarters.

I could sleep for a week.

You ate enough for a week!

I have a bed big enough

for the four of you. Four!

Go on! In one bed? It's all I have

but I'm sure you'll be comfortable.

Oh! But, I...

I couldn't, I'd overcrowd you.

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