Andre removed his blade and stepped back.
Athos and Porthos had succeeded in getting the bleeding to stop.
Louis's face went pale. He looked at Celeste.
Celeste's face was cold and she stepped forward pressing the blade. But then she stopped. "I should kill you, where you lay. I should skewer you through like the dog you are. For what you've done. To the people of Paris. To Raoul. To Michelle. To Athos. To Phillippe. To your Mother. And to D'Artagnan."
"We got the bleeding to stop," said Porthos. "He will most likely live, Celeste."
Celeste stood there for a long moment. Then she raised her blade and stepped back. "Those words… just saved your life."