Character: Athos. Page 2

It was for me. I could not myself ask if I pulled the trigger.

- Did you kill Buckingham?
- No.
But kill me?
Yes.
- Would spare him, but kill me?
Yes. He did not betray me.

How long were you in Paris?
- Arrived this morning.
- A lot of time.
Patience, unfortunately, is unusual for me.

Alas, my friend, now only two of us.
But also in us the desire fatal.
Our motto is "All for one",
Only our success.

Bride of the Comte de La fere
Only sixteen years old.
Such refined manners
All Provence no.
And wondrous eyes, and sweet nature
And love like a drunk count.
There is in count Park, black pond,
There lilies are in bloom,
There lilies are in bloom.
Bloom.

Bride of the Comte de La fere
Becomes wife.
And in honor of the Countess de La fère
Hounded by the beast of the forest.
Hunting in the forest, trumpeting horns,
Spouses race to the hand hand.
There is in count Park, black pond,
There lilies are in bloom,
There lilies are in bloom.
Bloom.

But my wife, God have mercy,
The horse fell in a temper.
And the count, to ease her breath,
Tearing the fabric from her shoulder.
And a dress with shoulders crawling itself,
On the shoulder and a burn mark!
The executioner was a whale and now,
There's a Lily in bloom,
There Lily bloom.
Blooms.

- Why is this woman everywhere sowing death?
- Because she's a Ghost. Because she died several times. She's crazy. She survived the massacre that killed her parents. Survived, when the priest, who refused the priesthood out of love for her, wanted to kill her for treason. She survived when her first husband hung it on a tree, because found on her shoulder a stigma - a sign of the girls babbling.
- As a man would do this to a woman?
- That man was me. Charlotte de Breil, nee Bacon, was the Countess de La fere. After she married the Lord of winter. She was my wife, the only woman I ever loved. The only woman I love. Still. The world of this woman is full of violence, there is no place for faith, nor law. She beckons the others and I followed her. Wine allows me to forget the shame and self-loathing. Charlotte took everything I had. Everything except life. I regretted my love for her until his last breath.

- No, I'm not a Ghost. I would need them to be, since you killed me. After all, you killed me, isn't it? You took advantage of my swoon, and was hanged on the tree. The Comte de La fere killed his wife and hiding under the name of Athos. You're supposed to be delighted at seeing me alive - it would have proven that you're a stone killer.
- I'm not hiding, I'm trying to forget.
- To forget? What to forget?
- Your betrayal, your lies.
- My secret. You didn't even let me explain. You have me executed, sentenced to death without a trial!
- You deceived me in the most vile way, you disgraced me. Why did you come back?
- To get back at you! To tell the truth, to see your pain, suffering, regret!
- Regrets? How can you think that it's still possible love? You are insane! How come you're alive?
- Yes, I'm alive. I live more than!

- The woman, the woman. They say she has blue eyes?
- They can drown.
Stay away from blondes - they're witches. I also loved this. For a long time.
You? You don't even look at women, you chaste monk. I thought you are only interested in booze.
- I drink like once since then.

And how many guns we have?
Four!
- How many swords?
Four!
And how many of us? Athos?
- I!
- Porthos?
- I!
- Aramis?
- I!
And D'artagnan! One for all and all for one!

- Life is empty if it has no feats and adventures!
You are right, my friend... But life is meaningless, even if there is an adventure.

Love is such a game in which the winner gets death.

Sir, I love people of your warehouse, and I think I will be pleased later to talk to you, unless, of course, I will not kill you today.