"Yes," said Athos, "he-"
"But he is the man I am to fight, as well!"
"But not until one o'clock," said D'Artagnan, somewhat sheepishly.
"But I am to fight him, also!" said Aramis.
D'Artagnan cleared his throat uneasily. "Ah, yes, at two o'clock, Monsieur."
Andre, watching from concealment, suppressed a chuckle.
Athos raised his eyebrows. "It seems you've had quite a busy morning, my friend," he said to D'Artagnan. "And to think, you've only just arrived in Paris."
"Well, now that you three gentlemen are here together," said D'Artagnan, "permit me to offer you my excuses."
Athos frowned. "See here, young man," he said, "this is a most serious matter. If you-"
"Oh, no, you misunderstand me," said D'Artagnan. "I only meant to offer my excuses in the event that I am killed before I can give all of you your satisfaction, for Monsieur Athos has the right to kill me first, you see, and then Monsieur Porthos would come second and you, Monsieur Aramis, would be the third. I merely wish to apologize in advance in case I do not last out the afternoon."
"Very nicely said," said Porthos. "See here, Athos, what is your quarrel with this lad?"
"To tell the truth, I'm not sure I recall," said Athos. "He hurt my shoulder, I think; it arose somehow out of that."
"And what is your quarrel with him?" Aramis asked Porthos.
"Why, it's… it's… Damn me, I've forgotten! But it is of no matter, whatever it was, we'll settle it between ourselves. And what of you?"
"Ah, well, it was a matter of some delicacy-"
"Come, come, gentlemen," said Athos, "we're wasting time. For all we know, this youngster has other appointments to keep, at three, four and five o'clock, no doubt."
"On the contrary, Monsieur," D'Artagnan said, with some slight embarrassment. "I am at your disposal for the remainder of the afternoon." He drew his sword. "And now, if you're quite ready…"
"Not now, not now," said Aramis. "The cardinal's guards, the cardinal's guards! Sheathe swords, gentlemen, quickly!"
Andre saw a company of red cloaked men-at-arms approaching quickly. At first, she was puzzled by the last remark she overheard, and then she recalled that the one named Athos had mentioned something about there being an edict against dueling. She felt disappointed. She had been looking forward to a display of swordsmanship, so that she might assess her own skills in relation to those of these men.
"Aha, what have we here?" said the leader of the guards. "Musketeers dueling then, is it? And what's become of the edicts, eh?"
"Peace, Jussac," Athos said. "We were merely about to settle some small private matters. I promise you, were our roles reversed, we would not interfere with you in your own business."
"But you would not have to answer to the cardinal, Monsieur Athos," Jussac said. "No, I am afraid that I cannot allow it. I will have to ask you to sheathe your swords and follow me."
"I'm afraid that would be impossible," said Athos.
"You refuse, then?"
"I'm afraid we must."
"I warn you, sir, if you refuse to go along peaceably, we will have to charge you."
"Five against three," said Porthos, dryly. "Hardly the best of odds, I would say."
"Five against four," D'Artagnan said, stepping closer to them. “That is, if you'll allow me.''
"We'll allow you, we'll allow you," Porthos said.
"Just one moment," Athos said. "He is not a musketeer. This is none of his affair, you know."