M. de Tréville is in a bad mood, but he greets D'Artagnan politely and smiles at the Béarnese accent. Then he holds up a hand and calls Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, louder each time. Athos does not come. The other two walk in looking careless and obedient at once. Tréville paces, then stops in front of them. The king said last night that he might recruit Musketeers from the cardinal's Guards. The cardinal had smiled over a riot in the Rue Férou, where his men arrested the king's. Tréville names Porthos and Aramis. He asks why Aramis wanted a uniform instead of a cassock, and why Porthos hangs a straw sword from gold. Where is Athos? Porthos says smallpox. Tréville does not believe it.
Outside, ten heads press the tapestry and repeat every insult down to the street gate. Tréville says he will resign and take a lieutenancy with the cardinal, or turn abbé. The hôtel explodes. Porthos then tells the true fight. They were six against six. Two Musketeers died before they could draw. Athos, badly wounded, tried to rise twice and fell. They did not surrender. They were dragged, then escaped. The Guards left Athos for dead. Aramis adds that he killed one man with the man's own sword after his broke. Tréville's tone softens. The tapestry lifts. Athos walks in, pale, in full kit, and asks what is wanted of him. Tréville seizes his hand in praise and does not see the pain. Athos faints. A surgeon who happens to be in the hôtel says the faint is from loss of blood, not a hopeless wound.
The cabinet empties. D'Artagnan stays, tenacious as a Gascon. Tréville has forgotten him, then remembers the old neighbour. D'Artagnan came to ask for a Musketeer uniform. After two hours in this house he already doubts he merits it. Tréville says the king must decide, and no one enters without campaigns, a brilliant action, or two years in a lesser regiment. He will still do something for the father's sake: a free place at the Royal Academy for riding, sword, and dancing, and the right to call again. D'Artagnan feels the chill and names the stolen letter. He describes the man of Meung. Tréville matches a scar on the cheek, the pale face, the woman called Milady, and Brussels.
He warns the boy not to throw himself against that rock. Then a new fear takes him. What if this useful hatred is a cardinal's trap? He tests D'Artagnan. He says the king and the cardinal are the best of friends, and that their quarrels are feints for fools. If the young man has been taught to hate the cardinal, they should part. D'Artagnan answers simply. His father told him to stoop to nobody except the king, the cardinal, and Tréville. The frankness impresses Tréville and does not clear the doubt. He offers the hôtel at all hours and writes the academy letter. At the window D'Artagnan sees the thief of Meung, goes crimson, and bolts crying that the man shall not escape. Tréville is left wondering whether the flight is rage or a clever way out.
Coming Up in Chapter 4
D'Artagnan crosses the antechamber at three bounds and slams into a Musketeer coming from a private room. The man howls, seizes his belt, and will not take excuse me. It is Athos, pale from the dressing, and the first duel is set for noon.