The musketeers at the other end of the corridor, froze in surprise.
Andre stared in awe at the dashing musketeers, beautiful Celeste and Phillippe as they charged down the hallway, their swords raised. "Magnificent valor," he whispered. "Magnificent!"
"Shoot them," said Louis. "Shoot them!"
But none of the soldiers could. They stared in awe at the musketeers. Their fingers slid away from the triggers.
Louis grabbed a musket and fired.
With the first explosion of gunfire, the other musketeers turned their heads, closed their eyes and fired. Within seconds, the corridor was filled with thick gray smoke. No one could see anything. Then everything fell quiet.
Slowly the musketeers stood shakily. None of them could believe what they had just done. Muskets clattered to the floor from shaking hands.