That night, Jussac and the Cardinal's army were meeting near the Seine.

"Jussac, when do we charge into the palace?" asked a guard .

"We have to wait for Count Rochefort."

At his estate the Count was going to finish his duty while Emily sat in his divan.

"I'm going now," he said, kissing her head.

"You're not going now." she

"Right, your duty is first. I'm the last thing you care about!" wailed Emily.

"Don't cry. I hate when you cry."

"We have two days so far!"

Rochefort was playing cards with his squire, Widimer, and Jussac. He complained about how Emily was bossing him around lately and never got to do the Cardinal's work. The Squire The poodle came in from the marketplace.

"STOP! That is enough!" Rochefort exclaimed.

'Well, that way you can see I'm not breathing down your neck all the time, you may."

"I'm going to the alchemist and we can talk all you like."

The next morning, she walked back crying to the hounds who were eating breakfast." He left me, he left me" she sobbed. "He said he was going to get medicine and then went to the governor to turn himself in," she said with tears rolling down. "That bastard!" Athos exclaimed angrily. "He should not be confided with."

"I said it before but nobody listens to me." Pip grumbled.

"Listen you...!" the poodle sobbed.

"Pardon,pardon, but what I mean is that plan with Widimer won't work."

"Why not?"

"You really don't know why?"

Porthos shook his head.

"Because Captain Widimer is nothing but a big damn pansy!" he belted. "He puts on makeup, drenches himself in perfume and at night he and Rochefort fornicate, you moron!"

"Never knew that." Porthos mused .

LATER THAT NIGHT

Rochefort slept peacefully in bed when he felt a pair of arms circling his waist. Widimer was holding him from behind

"I just had a bad dream" he whined. The Afghan scoffed.

"It is nothing." said the squire lying near Rochefort.