The boys are lost.
I don't own The Musketeers. If I would, they'd never be lost!
"Haven't we been here before?"
"Yes, definitely, I recognize that field of sunflowers over there."
"Athos, didn't you look at the map?"
"Of course I did!"
"And how come we obviously rode in circles?"
"Mmhh..."
"Admit it, Athos, we are lost."
"No, we are not. When have we ever been lost?"
"Let me think … Ah, Porthos, do you remember that mission back in '28? The king sent us to deliver a letter to some guy in Dreux and Athos lead us to Évreux instead!"
"Yeah, that little detour cost us a day. "
"Wasn't my fault. The letters on the signpost were barely readable..."
"Or do you remember the ravine, ' Mis?"
"Which ravine?"
"Don't listen to them, D'Artagnan."
"The path Athos had chosen ended at a ravine. The horses almost stumbled over the edge. We were in a nice mess. In front of us there was this steep ravine and behind us there wasn't a path anymore 'cause the rain had swept it away!"
"What did you do?"
"Ah, that's another story…"
"…which no one wants to hear, Porthos."
"Well, nobody is perfect."
"Thank you very much, my loyal young friend."
"You're welcome. Where did you say the village is located?"
"According to my map we must be here…"
"..again.."
"Yeah, thank you, Aramis. The village should be in the south-east."
"So we have to take this rode. See, sunflowers always turn their heads to the sun, so they face south. And when you look at this tree trunk over there you can see moss growing … What?"
"Whelp, we just found your true destiny!"
"I grew up on a farm, I know a lot about such things."
"Athos, hand the map over to the boy, he knows what he is doing!"
"And since you seem quite good at this, whelp, we'll leave it to you to navigate Athos home after his next rough night at the tavern!"