Chap. 10 Dreamers

The sky was covered in a veil of darkness as three men sat in the musketeer garrison with in the confinements of Captain Duval's office. They were discussing a young woman with great fiery spirit.

Duval told the two men that sat before him told them how she had came to become a musketeers and her great skills with a sword and what was reveled to him by her friends about how she had rescued her brother and how he had come back to give her back the gold cross and how she became injured.

Athos looked at the man before him and turned bright red as he stood upon his feet. "What do you mean she was injured" he shouted.

Armis stood before his friend and tried to calm him. "She seems like a smart girl. I am sure she will not allow her injuries to get any worse. Let's just focus on finding her."

That seemed to make Athos a little more at ease. Then Duval began by discussing how it was reveled to him that her friends found out about her.

D'Artagnan Jr. had refused to tell the Captain how he found out about her. Just that she had fallen from the heavens. Then his friends that were standing beside him at the time started to laugh. The Captain figured it must be some sort of private joke. He figured he would find out someday.

Then he told them how she started to go to the chapels after the trouble with the sword. And how all the men have out searching for the places she might have went but to no avail.

The other two men exchanged looks at this time. Armis gave Duval a very serious look the spoke. "Do they know about the girl? Why she must be found and who her father really is!"

Duval spoke in a low voice as he shook his head. "I have not told them I knew if would only worry them further. Especially D'Artagnan Jr. he has fallen in love with her."

The other two men nodded then Armis spoke. "Well at least those two have gotten together her father will be happy."

All three men started to laugh then Duval spoke up. "We should get some rest tomorrow Porthos and D'Artagnan will be arriving by midday tomorrow. Hopefully we will find her. There is worse people out there that the Cardinal."

With that the three men left the office Athos and Armis went to the rooms that Duval had prepared for them in the garrison.

At the Inn on the port of LeHavre

Porthos was getting ready to get some rest. He was going to be leaving around midnight so he could get to the garrison as soon as possible. He laid on his bed his thoughts swirling in his mind. When he finally allowed sleep engulf him.

A knock on his door shook him into consciousness he got up from his bed he realized it must be Celestiel to wake him he walked over to the door and opened it.

The door suddenly swung open and a sword came at him with great speed. He ducked it the sword barely missed him. Porthos grabbed his own sword and began to duel his opponent whom was wearing a mask that engulf his head it was made of shiny silver metal. The man that wore the mask was wielding a sword made in Spain.

Suddenly there was a loud thunderous knock. Porthos shot up straight in his bed and looked at the door. It had all been a dream. He grabbed his sword just to make sure and hurried to the door.

He slowly opened it and looked out. In the hall stood a tired woman her eyes half closed from her long day. He thanked her for waking him. She looked at him and grunted and walked away.

He closed the door and walked over to a table with wash basin on it. He splashed his face with the cool crisp water it contained.

His mind thinking about the nightmare. Why after so long would he have a dream about the assassins? That was around twenty years ago! He shook his head and grabbed his things including a parcel of pastries that Celestiel had packed for him and some fresh fruit for his journey ahead.

He walked to the stables where his horse was all ready to go with a tired stable boy standing beside it. He handed the boy a few coins and mounted his steed. He grabbed the reins and rushed out of the stabled like a gust of wind from a great storm.

While inside the cozy inn a young women slept her thoughts full of those she cared about most in the world.

In the middle of no where in France

D'Artagnan Sr. was still riding to try to get to the garrison earlier then what he had originally told Duval. He knew his horse needed to stop and it was nearly midnight and his eyes were blurred from the lack of sleep. He had been up for nearly twenty- two hours straight. He knew of a spot ahead that contained a stream that he could rest for a couple of hours.

He knew if he did not at least sleep a bit he would not be of any help to find the girl. He led his horse to the stream. Then he placed a blanket upon the ground.

His thoughts were of the girl and the promise he made and soon he fell fast asleep.