After several nights passed the musketeers calmed down a little. Slowly they began to forget the incident and everything went back to normal. Larthis was healing, and could already walk, but could't use her arms still.


D'Artagnan became part of the group quickly and was almost going to make his selection trials.


At that moment, they were walking to a pub, reviewing animatedly about the last fight with the guards.


- Boy, today you will drink with us... and we'll teach you some things that every musketeer must know.-


As answer, the gascon fixed his hat and smiled back at Porthos.


When opening the door they felt the warm air and heard the laughing and chatting of the place.


They entered and sat on a table in a corner. Larthis rested her back on the wall and Athos ordered the beer. She took her mug and lost herself in her mind, while the rest began chatting animatedly.


- What happens to him?-


Aramis placed his mug on the table and answered.


- He always gets lost in his thoughts. There is something in his past that always returns with the beer, he focus on it and we don't know what is it.-


Everybody drank in silence for a moment, looking at the waitresses. After a while longer, Porthos and Aramis insisted in giving D'Artagnan some lessons. Athos, discretely, rested his back on the same wall as Larthis.


- Yves?-


The woman opened her eyes and nodded sadly.


- You will have to go soon, won't you?-


Athos heard Larthis' answer and saw an opportunity to ask some questions.


- What happened to your parents?.- she knew she couldn't cry anymore. Since that day, she never saw them again.


The musketter heard her answer again. Larthis was falling into a depression that made it easier to get answers.


- What about your family? All your past is hidden within the shadows.-


She shouldn't say it, her family was very well known at the south of France... but she trusted him.


With a supreme effort she tried to move her arms. Athos stopped her.


- What are you trying to do?.-


Larthis waited for him to release her. She spoke with her hands, mostly for preparing them.


"I trust you will keep the secret Athos. No one should know this."


She took off her right glove. Athos didn't understand, but he had to recognize he had always been curious about the white bandage that covered her hand. Larthis couldn't move her hands anymore, the pain was too strong. She asked for his help to finish removing the bandage.


- My God...- the musketeer froze when he saw the blue and silver tatoo in her hand with the figure of a flying eagle. He slowly put the bandage again in her hand and covered it with the glove.


- Larthis... I didn't know... My God, Larthis!... How?...-


She spoke again with her hands in spite of the pain it caused.


"Easy... I have been many years like this and never had any problems... I can't reveal it because of the health of my cousin."


Athos nodded, however he was still in shock.


- You can't do it...for the queen.-


Both kept silence the rest of the night, each one deep in their own thoughts.


On the other side of the pub, only Aramis noticed what happened. He couldn't think of it too much, because the young gascon was getting troubles with Porthos' tactics. However, the question never abandoned his head... What was Larthis hidding in her right hand... that was capable of affecting Athos in such a way?