Chapter 4 But by The Grace
Sorry for the delays, life.
"I can not stop you only plead caution." Was his response.
The Queen's Private Quarters
Constance entered and curtsied before coming over to Anne. "Your Highness, I received a letter that you should read," she said handing over the parchment to Anne who took it curiously and read.
Dear Madame D'Artagnan,
We know you are in need of supplies. We were told by A musketeer in the area. We ask that you send Athos, Porthos, or D'Artagnan to collect the blankets and ale we have made for the men of the front. We have also managed to make a few barrels of saltpetre as well.
God Bless,
Sister Chiara
Anne stared at the letter for much longer than was needed but, she could not help it. There was something different about this letter but at the moment she could not quite think what exactly that was. Though it was odd that someone in an obscurer part of northern France would know the name of three high ranking Musketeers and know that Constance was in charge of the garrison. Also, the fact that she was married to D'Artagnan. It made her hope but she was not sure yet why. Then it came to her the Sister who had written was very careful in her writing every stroke just so. She must be one who copies the holy text and so she looked again thinking she had seen something strange. There it was as clear as day in the second sentence a random capital A and that A was exactly the same way Aramis signed his name.
A musketeer. . . did that mean Aramis was there? It was definitely worth a look. She called one of her servants in and said, "Send, for Athos I wish to see him."
Aramis' Cell
He looked up at the sky as the sun's bright rays forced him to close his eye's Aramis prayed quietly to himself that by His grace the letter Sister Chiara sent would reach the right people on time. He did not know how much more he could take.
I apologize for the shortness but I felt this was the best way I could portray what I wanted in this chapter.