The Tale of Aramis
Priest Aramis was picking dew-covered sage leaves in the courtyard of the Saint Chausettes monastery when his two fellow priests, Paul and John, entered the garden, both visibly upset. They had just returned from the weekly market in the village and told Aramis about an officer from Paris riding his horse in the crowds. The officer had shouted loudly: "Listen! The Queen is in danger! It is urgent, I need the support of my once faithful companions: Aramis, Porthos and Athos. Spread the word - we may meet the morning after the next sunrise at the riverbank of the Seine."
The scales fell from Aramis' eyes. The officer had to be his close friend D'Artagnan. Without showing any emotions to his fellow priests, Aramis’ thoughts went back to the old times and all the adventures they had experienced together. The following night, Aramis did not get a wink of sleep. Should he really exchange his peaceful life for a dangerous existence as part of the Three Musketeers yet again? Together they had had so many experiences: As poor but highly respected men, they had stood up for the good and fought for justice and freedom. However, the adventure had always come at a price. Not only once they had found themselves in high-risk situations and only barely escaped death.
At dawn, even before his brothers were awake, Aramis saddled the only horse in the stable and rode towards the riverbank. In the distance, he could already see his companions standing next to the 100-year-old oaktree. They had already prepared their new uniforms. Without saying much, but full of pride, the men put on the noble garments. Last but definitely not least, they put on their fine knee socks in the colours of their former coat of arms. Red, blue and green - symbolic for solidarity, bravery and loyalty.
United as the Three Musketeers, they once again set off together with D'Artagnan to save the Queen. One for all, all for one.