“What is that racket?” Lucien snaps open his spyglass and peers down the road. Yusuf looks through a more powerful telescope, mounted on a tripod and pointed in the same direction where a great cloud of dust is rising. “Kardes, I do believe our cannon is arriving,” “Father, are they here?” Samy, Olivier and Alexandre … Continue reading Chapter Sixty-Five, Invisible Hand, by Corso
Chapter Sixty-Four, When the Devil Whispers Sweetly, by Mordaunt
Aramis will step no further than the threshold of the cell at Val de Grâce, where they meet in secret. He raises his hand: “Anne, please, you must keep away. This is as close as I dare come.” “I will do no such thing,” Queen Anne reaches for his hands. “I survived this infernal plague … Continue reading Chapter Sixty-Four, When the Devil Whispers Sweetly, by Mordaunt
Chapter Sixty-Three, Contratempo, by Mordaunt
In 17th c. Italian fencing, contratempo meant an attack whereby the tempo for offensive action was the opponent’s own attack. It is a sophisticated technique of timing so that offensive action happens precisely when the opponent thinks they have an opening, thus turning their own tempo against them. ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️ "Halte!” M. Beauchamps, the King’s young … Continue reading Chapter Sixty-Three, Contratempo, by Mordaunt
Chapter Sixty-Two, Memento Vivere, by Corso
....remember to live He wakes, one hand automatically reaching for her, even as he knows she has been gone for hours. The tap on the door was quiet, and she slid quickly from the bed and was gone in minutes to attend to a need for Alessandra. After one incident, Sophia had made it very … Continue reading Chapter Sixty-Two, Memento Vivere, by Corso
Chapter Sixty-One, Foundations, by Corso
“What is your opinion M Lars?” Lucien’s booted kick creates a shower of broken stone from a small hole in the wall. “Are we in danger of collapse?” The taciturn stonemason grunted, leaning forward, elbow against his knee as he scrapes away the broken debris. Silently he examines the wall, tapping his mallet against the … Continue reading Chapter Sixty-One, Foundations, by Corso
Chapter Sixty, Lines Drawn, by Mordaunt
In the library, they are recounting all those events which must determine their future. “I cannot stay,” Athos declares after a few restless moments. “Lucien knows what has transpired, how we found Alessandra, and will speak in my stead. I trust your decisions about what must be done next.” It is his heart that moves … Continue reading Chapter Sixty, Lines Drawn, by Mordaunt
Chapter Fifty-Nine, Impending Risks, by Corso
A scream … Athos’ voice booms through the house… ‘Lucien! Lucien! Come quickly! She is here!’ The doctor talks as he leads the way, “she is disoriented and tries to escape the house.” Lucien scowls …then why is she left alone? … but he says nothing, only wanting the doctor to move faster and when … Continue reading Chapter Fifty-Nine, Impending Risks, by Corso
Chapter Fifty-Eight, Light that Remains, by Mordaunt
“Agreed. You drive the carriage. But I will be riding right beside you.” Lucien’s patronizing tone should have annoyed Athos once, but he is no longer bothered about such things. There is planning involved in their escape, but besides insisting he drives the carriage, Athos is content that Lucien has taken charge. All Athos cares … Continue reading Chapter Fifty-Eight, Light that Remains, by Mordaunt
‘Mid-Season’ Break, by Mordaunt and Corso
Dear Readers, Thank you for following our story so far. We take a “mid-season” break for the summer months. We will return in September to continue our story. The blog will be active. During the summer months we will be adding background stories, discussing books, music, historical characters, and events pertinent to our story. We … Continue reading ‘Mid-Season’ Break, by Mordaunt and Corso
Chapter Fifty-Seven, The House that Richelieu Built, by Corso
The stable is in shadows, they have only one lantern set on a pile of crates. ‘Can you saddle a horse in the dark?’ Lucien asks. ‘I am happy to saddle yours if you find it difficult,’ Athos replies. Lucien smiles. His brother is tense, anxious to get on the road, but not without humor. … Continue reading Chapter Fifty-Seven, The House that Richelieu Built, by Corso
Twelve Years After 