The Musketeer Page #2

out of jail.

Well, that seems unlikely.

What of the King?

These are his Musketeers.

Surely he will want us

to free Revile.

- He will not meddle where

the Cardinal is--

- You have a loose tongue.

I'm hardly giving away

great secrets.

Perhaps one more secret.

The name of a place to stay.

Certainly.

Your guard's

too low.

Bless me, Father,

for I have sinned.

It's been a lifetime

since my last confession.

I have murdered,

plundered, raped.

Oh, and I have been...

uncharitable.

Don't make a mockery

of the Church.

- You sent for me.

- You've gone too far.

I wish to scare the Spaniards.

Embarrass the King.

I want political tension,

not war.

Oh, the Spaniards were scared.

You could see it in their faces

just before they died.

And I'm certain King Louis

feels embarrassed.

Buckingham must be dealt with.

He is coming despite

what happened to the Spanish.

If the King makes peace with

the English, it will strengthen

his position with the people.

So, let me see,

how can I phrase this?

Without killing anyone,

make the King a fool

in Buckingham's eyes.

What if I absolutely

must kill someone?

Well, if you must, you must.

Whoa.

Three pistoles a week,

a week in advance and-- Oh.

It says you have no money

and that you are a man of honor...

and blah, blah, blah, blah.

My niece, Francesca.

She's lovely.

Not if you must live with her.

She thinks she's something

special because her mother

hemmed dresses for the Queen.

She sometimes

forgets her place.

Sorry, Francesca. Gout.

Puts me in a foul humor.

Show monsieur a room.

I have some

pressing book work.

Is he always like that?

No. He's never

apologized before.

Why do you stay?

He is all the family I have.

I have nowhere else to go.

Do you wish

to see the room or not?

The room.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Ohh!

'Are you all right, Monsieur?

That stair moved

at the last moment.

Stairs can do that.

Do you have a name?

A name?

Yes, of course.

Uh, D'Artagnan.

Are you certain?

Not if you don't like it.

It wasn't always like this.

Once we were filled

with would-be Musketeers.

What happened?

They kept getting killed.

This is the best room.

This is the best room?

Well, actually,

it's the only room.

You're beautiful.

I'm sorry. It just came out.

I've embarrassed you.

No.

Does every man tell you

you're beautiful?

Yes.

Will there be anything else?

- Did the ceiling move?

- I need a place

for my horses and coach.

Around the back.

I'm sure you'll be able to find it

if you don't kill yourself.

Nothing like this.

They're far fussier than I am.

Hallways are here,

and cells are down here.

Do you know the jail so well

from the time you spent there?

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