you're those musketeers everyone's been looking for.
i have some excellent brandy here. would you gentlemen care to drink a toast with us to the cardinal?
happily, no such objections have been raised.  here.
may i reply?
better to be a dog in the service of a great master, than a beef- witted moron so dazzled by the throne that he does not see the true nature of the foolish boy who wobbles atop it. which is to say, that most muddy-brained of all men.  a musketeer. the cavaliers have already pulled out their swords. porthos and aramis now reach for their own. porthos deadpans: