Aramis nods, for as Athos speaks the pieces of it slot together at last in an order that makes sense, and Aramis could feel grateful for the clarity if it were not all so awful.
"I came to Darrow while fishing in the stream," he says, now remembering how the Queen had burnt the fish afterward, how none of them could bear to eat them. "I did not sleep with her, Athos. But I do remember it."
Aramis remembers the escape as well, parting with d'Artagnan and Porthos, the thrill of the Queen atop his own horse - he'd felt so gallant, and Athos is right. He is a fool. He remembers the nuns, too, but something in Aramis shies from them.
"I was weeping," he says, recalling now how the Queen had come to him. "Just before I realized she wanted me to kiss her. But why?"
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Date: 2015-06-07 03:01 am (UTC)"I came to Darrow while fishing in the stream," he says, now remembering how the Queen had burnt the fish afterward, how none of them could bear to eat them. "I did not sleep with her, Athos. But I do remember it."
Aramis remembers the escape as well, parting with d'Artagnan and Porthos, the thrill of the Queen atop his own horse - he'd felt so gallant, and Athos is right. He is a fool. He remembers the nuns, too, but something in Aramis shies from them.
"I was weeping," he says, recalling now how the Queen had come to him. "Just before I realized she wanted me to kiss her. But why?"