D'Artagnan stares into his red wine, filling up the glass higher than is typical for him. He doesn't drink to appreciate the wine, but to numb what is still raw at the surface. "Eventually," he says at last. "We fought the Red Guard for him, ended up causing the matter to be decided as a tournament. The good Cardinal hired Labarge and made him a Red Guard to ensure he had someone to beat a Musketeer."

He takes a long pull of wine, thinking he sees what Athos does in this wine. "Treville made me champion for the Musketeers. I killed him."