They all whirled.

A hood figure was sitting quietly back in the shadows. It stood and removed its hood.

"Celeste!" Aramis grabbed her and held her close. "How I prayed you where alright."

Celeste closed her eyes briefly. "Your prayers where heard." At last she stepped back. "You're wrong Athos, about D'Artagnan. And I hope that soon, very soon, his loyalty will be made clear."

"I am certain of D'Artagnan," said Aramis. "What he did tonight was what he told us all along he would do- be faithful to the King."

"What has changed?" asked Athos, looking at Celeste.

Celeste was quiet for a moment. "Much. Perhaps he serves a different King now."

"What choice do we have?" asked Porthos. "If Phillippe is in the Bastille, then to the Bastille we go."

"You are tight," said Athos. "But it is a trap."

"So what?" asked Porthos. "I'd rather die covered in blood, than old man lying on my bed."

Celeste smiled. "You hearten me, Porthos."

"Then to the Bastille we go," said Aramis.

Celeste removed her cloak and revealed her musketeer uniform. She picked up her hat with the long blue feather and put it on her head.

"To the Bastille," said Athos. "And death."

Anne slipped out of her rooms and through the shadows of the garden and into her small chapel.

Father Belles was there, talking to a black figure.

Anne stopped.

They turned and looked at her.

The figure instantly drew his sword.

Father Belles stopped him. "It's the Queen Mother."

The sword slowly lowered.

Anne stared at the figure. "You are a Jesuit, are you not?"

"I am." The man's voice was low and husky.

"He comes with news," said Father Belles.

"Mademoiselle Celeste D'Artagnan has sent me here."

Anne clasped her hands together. "Is she alright?"

"She goes to Bastille to rescue the King."

"Does she go alone?"

"No. Our leader, Aramis, and Athos and Porthos will go with her."

Tears filled Anne's eyes. "But she cannot hope to even get through the gates."

"She will get through the gates and much farther. Her Uncle, the noble D'Artagnan, has lent his aide." The man bowed slightly. "All for one and one for all." Then he was gone.