Musketeers twenty years later (№ 385600)

We were living together. Together hated, loved, fought together and bled together. D'artagnan, I have loved you like a son. Porthos, we have ten years were there. Aramis is also the brother of you, like me. D'artagnan and Porthos, what it means for you Mazarini, what it means for us Fronde and the Duke, when in danger our friendship?