The very stone walls of the Bastille seemed to ooze evil.
Aramis, Porthos and Celeste stood outside the main entrance. Athos was slumped in between Aramis and Porthos, looking like a beaten captive.
The view port of the door opened.
"Open up!" said Porthos. "We have a prisoner."
The port shut, the bolts rattled and the door heaved open.
Celeste handed the guard the note from D'Artagnan.
"Take him down to level three. The Captain will see to the documents."
They dragged Athos into one of the shadowy portals surrounding the courtyard, with Celest trailing behind. Athos tossed off his cloak and put his hat on.
"It worked!" exclaimed Porthos.
Celeste rolled her eyes as she straightened her hat, pulling it lower over her face. "It's a prison, you idiot! They don't expect anyone to try getting in! The problems will come when we want out!"