Oh, things were plenty interesting where Milady was concerned. "I've never had much interest in the Germans," she answers blithely, a flash of amusement in her eye. At the mention of Richelieu, of course, she sobers some. He had been a good compatriot until he wasn't. She drinks to him, though she knew that his love of France was never quite equal to his love of power.

"And what, exactly, will happen in 150 years?"