“True, true.” Laurent nodded his head, still smiling with amusement. “But you must have at least two years of military experience to qualify for the Musketeers.”
“Of this I know,” Jeanne persisted. “I am hoping my two years as page to my cousin Raol du Bois will be enough.” Jeanne offered the carefully composed story she'd crafted during the carriage ride.
“You squired with Du Bois? Where?” Henri grabbed the large tray burdened with various meats the serving maid placed in the middle of the table.
The four men attacked the food with complete abandon as if they had not eaten in a fortnight.
“It was during the last two years against the Dutch. We were there when William III was defeated at the Mont Cassel.” Jeanne wracked her brain to remember all the details of her brother's letters, le
