The following day Anne summoned Evangeline yet again. Constance was doing her hair when Anne told Evangeline excitedly about a ball Louis was throwing in five days. She told Evangeline that she must come but Evangeline was not sure if she would be able to but assured the Queen she would try.

Anne nodded to Constance, "Send my diamonds to the jeweler's to be polished. I want the King's undivided attention that evening."

Evangeline watched as Constance turned a candelabra and a wall popped out. Constance disappeared behind it and reappeared looking frightened and told the Queen the diamonds were missing. Anne was sharp and quickly put the pieces together. Someone had stolen the jewels on the Cardinal's orders to implicate Buckingham and the Queen and must've sent them with Buckingham to England to start a war neither side of the channel could win.

Anne decided she needed confirmation and Evangeline followed her as she went to the Cardinal, who was in the middle of a practice duel. "I hope I'm not interrupting," Anne said as she entered the room.

"Hardly, Your Majesty," Cardinal replied. "To what do I owe…"

"I know," Anne cut him off.

"Perhaps Your Majesty would care to be a bit more specific?"

"I know," Anne repeated.

"Yeah. I assume this is the part where I'm supposed to laugh maniacally and regale Your Majesty with the details of some diabolical plot. However, I regret to inform Your Majesty that I have no idea of what you're talking about."

"I thought you'd say that."

"Then why did you grace me with the honor of your visit?"

"To look into your eyes when you said it." The Cardinal frowned as Anne left the room and rejoined Evangeline and Constance. Anne looked on the verge of tears.

"Your Majesty," Evangeline said, hoping to comfort her. "All may not be lost yet." She quickly explained her idea and she and Constance walked swiftly to the Musketeers' house. Evangeline knocked repeatedly on the door.

"Coming, coming! Hold your horses!" they heard Planchet yell as he opened the door. "It's not a matter of life or death, you know?"

"Actually," Constance corrected. "It is."

Once inside, Evangeline and Constance quickly told D'artagnan what had happened and the plan. "You want me to go to England, retrieve the diamonds, which the Queen suspects might be in Buckingham's possession, which will naturally involve breaking into some heavily fortified, highly impregnable facility?" D'artagnan clarified.

"The Tower of London," Constance nodded. "Since the Cardinal's spies are trying to implicate the Duke, it is the most logical choice."

"Then return to Paris with every soldier, assassin, mercenary, bounty hunter, on both sides of the channel out to stop me from doing so. Did I miss anything?"

"All in five days," Evangeline reminded.

"A minor detail. Anything else?"

Constance shook her blonde head, "No."

"Well, I really only have one question for you. Why in the world would I do that?"

"Come on, D'artagnan, ever since we were children you wanted an adventure like this. And I'll be going with you," Evangeline pointed out. "Please, for me?"

D'artagnan sighed, "England it is." D'artagnan and Evangeline then went over to the Three Musketeers. "Diamonds, Buckingham, Tower of London, five days, Queen's reputation, and the fate of France as we know it. Who's with us?"

Porthos stood up, "Well, I should imagine the Queen would be quite generous. Count Porthos. Hmm? What do you think? Got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" D'artagnan and Evangeline shared a smirk. "Besides, I hear the English women are a lot like a frosted bottle of champagne. Ice on the outside, but once you warm them up…"

Aramis interrupted as he grabbed a roll of weapons and placed them on the table, "This isn't a great cause, but it'll have to do." Porthos whacked Planchet's hand when he tried touch one.

"Buckingham's there, so is she," Athos said darkly.

"Who?" Evangeline asked.

"Countess de Winter. Charlotte Backson. Anne de Breuil. Lady Clarick. Milady."

"Milady?" D'artagnan questioned. "I know her. She was with Rochefort."

"She's switched sides again," Porthos declared. "She's working for the Cardinal, no doubt."

"What are you going to do if you catch her?" Evangeline asked.

Before anyone could respond they heard a voice outside. "Musketeers, open up and surrender by order of the Cardinal."

"You were followed," Aramis stated as they rushed over to the window.

"It's Rochefort," Athos said. Without a word they made their way down to the stables as Rochefort continued to talk from the street.

"Athos, Porthos, Aramis, D'artagnan, and Evangeline, surrender your weapons and no harm will come to you."

"Light the torches," Jussac yelled. "I'll count to five, then we'll burn you out!" Evangeline mounted Dorian as Constance clambered on behind her.

"One! Two! Three!" Evangeline heard Planchet laugh as he dumped the chamber pot on Jussac.

"Oh! Sorry! Didn't see you there!"

"Damn you!" The doors of the stable burst open and the six of them road passed the guards and through the night to Calais.

By morning the port was overrun with guards. Aramis came back to their hiding spot after scouting, "Jussac and a lot of help. There's no way past."

"How the hell did he get here so fast?" Porthos demanded.

"Now what?" D'artagnan asked.

"We need a distraction," Athos said.

"I'll go," Evangeline suggested making D'artagnan shake his head at her.

"I'll go," Porthos said instead.

"I could go," Planchet spoke up making everyone look at him. "Probably not."

"Wrong," Constance said speaking for the first time. "Wrong on all counts. You'll need every sword where you're going. I can't help you there, but I can help. Right here, right now."

"If they catch you," Evangeline warned.

"They won't."

"If they catch you…" she insisted.

Constance interrupted again, "I'm the Queen's lady-in-waiting. You, on the other hand, are a wanted fugitive, and about to steal from the most powerful man in England. Which one of us should be worried? Go. Go so you can come back, my friend."

Evangeline hugged her friend before turning to D'artagnan, "Give me your hat and coat." D'artagnan did as she requested, understanding what was going. Constance mounted Dorian and took off. Sure enough Jussac and the guards followed her, believing she was D'artagnan. After they were gone they came out of their hiding spot and boarded the ship that would take them to London.