[ D'Artagnan's quiet for a moment, watching him. Considering him.

Then, carefully, he puts his hand on Athos' arm. He squeezes it. ]

She lied, I know.

But she's not. This isn't Milady de Winter returned to haunt us, Athos. I promise you I won't underestimate her. Nor will I let any one of them take you. All right?

I won't allow it.