The Musketeer Page #6

Well, it would be nice

if you could fly.

- Am I truly crazy?

- Let me answer that.

I've known you longer.

You've changed your mind?

No, I've come

to change yours.

You've wasted your time.

You cannot do this.

You're right.

Not at all.

Well, I suppose that

in the scheme of things...

the loss of our lives

will matter not.

What scheme is that?

I shall ride with you.

As shall we.

We'll take them

by surprise.

Yes.

They're expecting an army.

Well, perhaps we shall

not disappoint them.

Whoa!

Keep watch, Strega.

You've done enough.

It's our turn.

You dropped this.

It's begun.

- All for one...

- and one for all!

Come on!

We'll have to charge

the damn thing!

Come on!

Come on!

I need men over here!

Push it back.

Back!

Turn it around.

Heave!

Now push forward.

Push! Push!

Push!

Keep going.

Forward.

Come on!

Push.

Push!

Keep going!

Come on!

Now stop!

I just knew he was going

to blow something up again.

Where's the Queen?

I don't know.

Then die here.

Francesca!

Come here.

Now get up.

No.

I wanted you here

for this.

This will just

take a moment.

No!

Francesca!

I'm not dead. Now, will

you please go kill him?

Time to dance.

That's from

a young friend.

Do you think

it's worth anything?

- I'd be very much surprised.

- Shh!

France owes you all

a great debt.

I owe you my life,

Monsieur D'Artagnan.

'And England owes you thanks

for preventing a great war.

I don't think you realize

how much you've done for France.

I'm only glad

I could be of some guidance.

Bless me, Father,

for I will sin.

One night, I will

come for you.

I'm not mader of lace.

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