The Three Musketeers Page #5

like I treasure the dearest|recollections of you Anne.

As I treasure the anticipation|of our next meeting.

The countess De Winter.

Your Excellency.

Welcome my Lady.

And you were never so welcome|as at this moment.

Nor so unwilling to come.

You promised me a holiday.

I am having my holiday.

Oh.

And what is the name|of your holiday?

The count De Wardes?

Do you know everything|that transpasses in France?

I only know that I am|in the midst of a great project.

And that you my Lady,|are part of that great project.

I need you my Lady.

Buckingham is in possession of|a set of diamond studs.

Twelve studs.

I would be grateful,|immensely grateful,

if you were to go to England|and steal two of them.

Steal two.

What am I, a common thief?

I could hardly trust a common thief|with such a mission.

The jewels were presented|to Buckingham only last night.

By the queen.

Oh, so he reached the queen.

How comical,|despite all your precaution.

I leave the making of excuses|to Rosewood.

And his excuses|can be quite imaginative.

It is claimed that|some lone monster named D'Artagnan

annihilated all my men.

Oh no, what a catastrophy!

It takes a good man to prevent|a catastrophy my Lady.

And a great man|to make use of one.

You and I, my dear|are rare creatures

in this ancient world of impulsive men.

We have intellect.

We think.

When we think our impulsive enemies|are helpless.

The King opposes my plans|for war with England.

It is my belief that|if Buckingham's relations

with the queen|can be demonstrated,

his Majesty's objection|to my plans may be lessened.

But your grace, how can you|trust me with such a confidence?

What if I refuse to go to England?

Can there be any one|be more trustworthy

than an ambitious woman|of fashion...

with a history?

You said yourself my Lady,

I know everything that transpires|or has transpired... in France.

The spies. They're everywhere.

Can you go to England?|To England?

Nobody knows I come to you.|Only the queen.

Oh the poor queen.

Oh Constance.

Richelieu arranged a banquet|for the first of the month

for the express purpose of|displaying the queen's new jewels.

It's a set of|twelve diamond studs

and he gave them to her|for her birthday

and she has to wear them.

But I...|But they're in England.

She gave them to Buckingham.

Richelieu has found out and now|he wants the King to find out.

And she just has to wear them|at the banquet or...

Well, it's only nine days|and I don't...

I love you.

Oh...

Oh, you need this letter.

You tell the queen I'll be back|with the jewels in nine days time.

What would I do without you?

When I come back...

When you come back...

So this letter must be delivered|in England

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