Soon after their introductions, Aramis and Athos disappeared off to the Aramis' quaters. Aramis insisted that he still wanted to check those injuries Athos had accumulated from the bandits. Turns out that young Athos was a lot more cooperative.

This left Porthos and D'artagnan in the stables.

'Is planning for freak acts of nature and or god apart of training?' D'artagon sarcastically asked

'Ha ha, very funny.' porthos replied 'we should probably find out more about Athos at this age. And what his age is.'

'Well Aramis might be able to answer that second question based on a physical exam. He knows more about the human body than any of us,' D'artagnan responded. "We know he's a Viscount so maybe we should get him some appropriate clothing. At least we could make him comfortable with his own clothing.'

'Right! Good Idea D'artagnan! To Constance!' Porthos annocced

'I thought it was her husband who made the clothes?' D'artagon asked

'That's what the husband wants you to think. Its really Constance with all the skill' porthos replied

D'artagnan blushed. Clearly he had chosen the right girl to crush on.

—-

Athos didn't really know what to make of this. One moment, he was in his home at la fere. The next he was unconscious in some random forest with three musketeers. He had apparently fallen unconscious while riding because a noise had apparently spoked Roger. This really did not make sense to him. Father rarely let him leave the house, and if he did, for some reason, let him leave, he was only permitted to go as far as the gardens and the stables.

The musketeers seemed nice enough but Athos knew that people were only nice if they were trying to get something out of him or they were trying to marry him or convince his parents to bretrothe their daughter to him. Clearly the latter options were not the case based on how they were men and referred to themselves, at least on the trip to Paris, as brothers. Athos had heard from uncle rowel that men who were close to each other in armies often referred to each other as brothers. Athos had read about Brotherhood in his novels and other texts that his father and tutors made him read. The idea fascinated him. Though he had to admit that he was always somewhat jealous of these men. His own family did not have the unconditional love they showed to each other.

Now he was not at la Fere surrounded by his books. He was in the building that his uncle had called the garrison. When he was last in Paris his uncle had shown him the garrison but it did not look like this at all! It was still under construction. The quaters he now sat in was one that had presumably been a more recent addition. The man in the room with him, Aramis, was currently making small talk that, to be completely honest, he was not really paying attention to. Aramis had cleaned up his wounds and instructed him to stay there until he came back with some food.

Aramis came back with some bread, cheese, cold meats and a cut up apple. He had also brought along the men who called themselves D'artagon and Porthos.

'Some clothing and food for the Vitcount de la fere' Aramis anoncced as he waltzed into the room with the plates of food and armful of clothing.

'Thank Aramis for securing some fine cheeses off sergue.' D'artagon said as he put the clothing on a table. 'Surge is the Garrison cook and he normally keeps the fine stuff away from this one so he doesnt eat it'

'Thank you gentlemen I am most grateful.' Athos said in reply ' why is there clothing here?' Athos asked

'Well we went to a local seamstress and she had some spare garments that would be appropirate for you to wear.' Porthos answered. That was the nice way of putting it. Constance had been very shocked and confused when D'artagon and Porthos showed up at her doorstep asking for clothing for a nobleman. Even with a breif explaination it still confused her. However as the good friend she was, Constance provided the best clothing she had on short supply and would make more if needed.

'Thank the seamstress for her work. Her craftmanship is the finest I have seen in a long time.' Athos remarked as if it was obviuos fact as he was handed the clothes. To his suprise it is leather dublet, a shirt, pants and shoes that are much more fitting to a soilder rather than an comte. With a grin he turned to the muskerteers. 'Its perfect! My father would near let me wear this normally!'

Athos quickly ran behind the make shift dressing partition that Aramis had made and dressed in the clothing which, to Porthos and D'artagon's suprise and luck, fitted him near perfectly. Well almost.

'I think we may have to do something about the shirt and trousers.' Aramis remarked as he saw that the shirt and trowsers that didn't quite fit. They were both too big for Athos' smaller frame and size.

'I see whatcha mean, there good for slighly taller people but….' Porthos didn't quite finish his sentence as he gestured to a pair of sicsiors that were on a window sil.

Aramis grinned at porthos, Porthos grinned at Aramis. D'artagon looked concerned and Athos was confused.

—-

After an hour of what D'artagon knew was Aramis torturing the fabric with porthos as his loyal accomplise, D'artagon decided he and athos had had enough of their antics. A few minuties later, he came back with constance who had brought some more fabric and some equipment for talioring.

'What seems to be the-' Constance was saying as she walked in but upon seeing Aramis and porthos tied together in a mess of thread and fabric and Athos sitting on the bed and whaching them in an expression that could only be decribed as 'confused but enjoying the situation for what it was', she knew her work was cut out for her.

'It seems to be a good thing that you both became muskerteers' Constance remarked. As she inspected the fabric, or rather what was left of it, she turned to D'artagon 'why didnt you come to me upon finding it was too big? You should know it is an easy fix! I talior your clothing all the time!'

It was clear that Constnace just lost her afternoon. With that, she made the muskerteers leave, mostly to give Athos some privacy. Then she got to work.

It was decided after the clothing incident of yesterday that Aramis and porthos would not become seamstresses of clothing. They could sew a wound fairly well but the world of clothing was clearly not for them.

Fortunatly, thanks to the actual skills of Constance, the fabric was salvageable and turned into a set of night clothes and a mini muskerteer like uniform. Constance made them promise not to pull a stunt like that again. Which they quickly agreed to. Now they were giving Athos a tour of the garrison.

'And this' Aramis explained as he gestured to the room on the right, 'is the mess hall'

Some recuits were already in said mess hall and making, well, a mess.

'Do you have to use proper table mannors here?' Athos asked

'Non-compusery but recommended' D'artagon explained 'Its not a fancy dinner or anything like that, but one must respect the others who are also partaing in the meal. Trevile's rules'

'Execpt for when that guys here!' one of the recurits drunkly yelled, clearly by 'that guy' he ment Porthos. Athos, to porthos supprise, was none to pleased about this.

Athos, much against the pleadings of the others, walked up to them. 'Except if you're here you were clearly not worthy of an estate!' Athos yelled back into their faces. Then whispered something and they yelled their apologies. Athos then returned to the group.

'What did you say to them?' Aramis asked

'Something that would offend them more than if the comment was reversed. That is if they are of nobility.' Athos replied

'Athos, why did you do that?' Porthos asked 'You didnt have to. And I never asked.'

'You should not have to ask for comments such as that to not be made. I ensured that it would not happen.' Athos replied. 'Surely you would do the same for me if you were able to.'

With that they continued their tour.