Summary
The king of
England decides to try and conceal the news of the duke’s death from reaching
his soldiers, because they would lose their morale. Meanwhile, back at the
French camp, the king is getting bored. The cardinal is tired and allows him to
go to the festival of St. Louis at St. Germain. M. de Treville accompanies him,
and takes the Fearsome Four along to help guard the king. The four are more
eager than usual to go to Paris, because they heard word from Aramis’s cousin
in a coded letter that said that Madame Bonacieux is ready to be released. After
they reach St. Germain, M. de Treville settles the king down, and the Fearsome
Four have some free time on their hands. They decide to pool their money
together, get horses, and fetch Madame Bonacieux from the convent. As they
discuss their plans, d’Artagnan suddenly lets out a cry, drops his wine glass,
and runs out of the tavern they are in. The others follow him. They have seen
the letter-thief! The man unfortunately gets away, but he drops a letter on
which the location he is going to is written – it is Armentieres. They decide
not to give chase, and set off at full speed to the convent. They plan to visit
Armentieres later and seek the ‘mysterious’ man.
Reaction
I feel like the
Fearsome Four have way too much free time. M. de Treville really is an
indulgent mentor! Also, I love how the king acts like a spoiled little child,
and the cardinal is like his exasperated mom. Hmm, I’m a bit confused about why
d’Artagnan is so hung up on the letter-thief, or, as we know him, the Comte de
Rochefort. I mean, we readers already know who he is, and he isn’t a very big
deal – just one of the cardinal's many men. D’Artagnan needs to take a deep breath, stay on his
guard, and go find Madame Bonacieux. My favorite line is: “"That cursed
man, my evil genius, whom I have always met with when threatened by some
misfortune, he who accompanied that horrible woman when I met her for the first
time, he whom I was seeking when I offended our Athos, he whom I saw on the
very morning Madame Bonacieux was abducted. I have seen him; that is he! I
recognized him when the wind blew upon his cloak.” Calm down d’Artagnan, won’t
you?
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