Free Creative Writing Examples – Read Book "For honor" # 9

Free Creative Writing Examples – Read Book "For honor" # 9

. . . “I am aware of the dangers,” he answered solemnly. His temper quickly faded, though his stubbornness remained relentless. “Besides, that’s irrelevant. I’m already involved. You said it yourself. And … they won’t be able to recognize me if I go as Christophe.” Seeing from her expression that Thomas wasn’t going to let her get away with it, she defiantly leveled her best argument. “Do I need to remind you that only I know where the papers are now? If you don’t give me your permission, I’ll go anyway, and you won’t have those documents, so I implore you to tell me everything I need to know.”

Thomas shook his head gravely. Laurel, you have no idea what you’re asking of me. Yes, I know you will do what you say. Very well, my daughter, contact Compton in Marseille and say ‘the three crowns. He will give you further instructions. In the meantime, I will still head to Luz and Brussels. I hope you will send me a letter addressed to the estate of the merchant Jacques Devré in Brussels. Also, I’ll try to meet you somewhere near Boussac, if possible. Understood? “

Laurel nodded and didn’t press her father further. They both knew it was better not to press the point; there was no time and it would be of no use.

Two stubborn souls were not likely to change their ways anytime soon; Had there ever been a case as father as daughter before? And they had more pressing matters, like figuring out exactly how they could orchestrate the passage of messages between the two so that Thomas could convey important information not yet in his possession to his daughter and she to him. Pray to God that your former nemesis doesn’t pick up on your game or give Thomas a slip this time.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The acrid smell of well-roasted food mixed with alcohol and tobacco swirled in the air. The lights flickered and the maids wandered from table to table, delivering beer and food. Sometimes more than that.

As he was known to do, Porthos was giving D’Artagnan another lesson in how to woo women while Aramis watched what some might interpret as mild amusement. Yet you could hardly ever be sure what the man who wanted to be a priest really thought. Not that the young man needed much instruction when it came to Aramis. With that pretty face and body of hers and those eyes, not to mention the seductive recklessness, he had already captured a lot of female attention. It seemed to matter little that he was more brash than charming, more daring than subtle. Ah well, don’t worry; D’Artagnan could take care of himself most of the time. Furthermore, the boy was already basically outmatched by Constance Bonacieux, so the boy was in no danger of falling in love with an inappropriate woman.

No, D’Artagnan could handle himself quite well. Athos Aramis was worried. The man had been drinking a lot. True, he took his drinking very seriously, but he drank more than usual, and the man was like hell under the influence. In that condition, he could either strangle or shoot or break the neck of anyone who is not a good friend and could accidentally unleash his anger. Not to mention that he ended up saying things that he would later regret.

Still, Aramis could not blame Athos much. Aramis admitted that it would be highly unlikely that he would be in better shape if he had met a wife who he thought was long dead and later discovered that she was an agent of one’s own worst enemy. Nor could it be easy to see her leap to her death. Very hard. And very difficult was certainly an understatement.

Of course Aramis was not married, never had been, so he could not understand the depth of pain Athos must be feeling. Aramis gently shook a servant’s arm and excused himself from the table. Wenching could wait another night. There were many beautiful and willing women that he could choose from. Most of the time they pounced on him. Methodically, he went to the far corner of the dark room and stopped the server.

The would-be priest shook his head firmly. “No more drinks for him. I’ll take care of him. Just make sure everyone else stays away from him.” The girl stepped back and Aramis sat across from his old friend.

“Ah, Aramis, come toast with me,” said Athos, filling a glass with a trembling hand. Already beginning to show signs of intoxication; in short, it doesn’t hold liquor very well. It is not a good indication that he drank a lot before Athos generally revealed his intoxication. After a brief pause, the drunken musketeer pushed the full glass toward the raven-black-haired man and then took another wholesome gulp from his mug. He wiped a trickle of beer from his lip on his sleeve, then took another swallow.

Aramis’s deep brown eyes flecked with gold stared at the older man. He hated seeing the normally annoying Athos reduced to this state. It was like watching his older brother drink to death again. “No thanksthank you, Athos. I’ve had enough. “

“Ah, Yes“I forgot,” Athos said condescendingly, “no more than a cup of ale a day for the would-be priest.” I don’t want to offend God by drinking more than in moderation. He could be condemned for that. “

“Enough is enough, Athos,” said Aramis in a soft but firm voice as he took the other man’s hand and kept him from raising the jug to his lips. The young man’s eyes were cold and unreadable. “We should go to sleep.”

“Listen, Aramis, you may not want a drink for damned, damned, and mistakenly noble or moralistic reasons, but that is no reason to prevent others from taking your pleasures as they please.” I’ll drink when I want. Now let go of my hand, and go get stinky drunk for once or better yet, go find a new bitch like you always are. “

Aramis struck the table with Athos’s hand, breaking the jug and the table. Athos moved to punch the other man. However, his reactions were slowed by the drink and Aramis easily blocked the punch. “Enough“That is enough, Athos,” he said, struggling to control his temper with moderate success. “You’ve had too much to drink, and I’m not saying it just because I choose not to drink too much. Can’t you see what it does to you, man?” He leaned closer to Athos. “I don’t like seeing you like this, and I don’t want to see you drink to death. I’ve seen my brother do that, and I have no desire to lose one of my best friends in the same way. “…

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