"...I tell you, she was the brightest and gayest of flowers," said Aramis dreamily. "No fairer could be found at the ball." Porthos gave his fellow musketeer Athos a sideways glance and wink before grinning at Aramis. "And yet she tried twice to stab you? With a dirk dripping with the foulest of poisons no less?" "Indiscretion that comes with youth," replied Aramis. "Were we not all a bit unwise at such an age? In the correct company she would tame, I say." Porthos laughed, "Oh, aye, tame as a lamb. She won't bother with the poison next time." Aramis stepped back and drew his rapier with great flourish. "Thou taintest my vision of her! You shall hold your tongue or I shall remove it with my blade..." |
