Many other things happened... D'Artagnan succeeded the selection trials and have been already made a musketeer... They were at war and couldn't celebrate.


At that moment they were in the battle field, and she was at the camp. She closed her eyes for a second, and after a little sigh she stood up and prepared to atend another companion. She was in charge of the safety of the wounded.


She stopped in her way... The alarm sounded... She left her instruments on a table and unsheated her swords... she tried not to alarm the wounded unnecesarily. She got near some of them and indicated that she could need their help if they were attacked.

She moved all the beds, making a square where the most hurt were at the center and the light wounded were at the border. She gave swords to those ones to be the last weapon.


The alarm stopped... the calm returned to the camp slowly... Larthis understood the enemy's plan with a shiver. She heard steps out of the tent... She grabbed her swords firmly.

It was a cruel plan, but very effective... to send a small group to attack the wounded... Most of them surely couldn't defend, and that would surely lower the troops spirit...


She hide between the shadows and gave a little alert whistling. She didn't noticed any sound, but knew that her companions grabbed their swords to defend the rest of the wounded troop.


A figure entered slowly to the tent. After a brief looking inside he went out. She heard some murmurs, then ten men entered with unsheated swords prepared to kill.


Everything became confusion when their leader was killed by his victim's sword. Larthis left the shadows and began to fight... She barely saw some men to stand up and defeat the enemy...


Everything seemed too easy. She checked the whole camp to find any other surprise and returned. She placed the beds again where they were supposed to be and gave sleeping medicine to those who were awake to make them rest. Later, she moved the dead bodies of the enemy to a corner. It was almost dark, so the troop would arrive soon and decide what to do with them.


She heard a shot... her sight clouded... she managed to turn and barely see the dead hand to fall and release the gun that hit her by treason... after that... darkness...


***


They arrived after the tyring battle without worrying for the silence that covered the entire place. Four figures went apart from the main group to go to a specific tent.


They called for Larthis and didn't hear any answer... one of them entered and turned the lamp on. A brief glance was enough to raise the alarm for the troop.


By himself, he raised the lonely body that lain on the floor and went out.


- Boy, bring a medical bag and follow me.-


The soldier followed the order. The rest of the troop arrived and began to work on Treville's orders.