Touché~ part trois
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A woman accompanying her, and he recognized her as Kitty, a new girl in communications that he’d had his eye on. She smiled at him, shyly averting her eyes. Illya thought perhaps his was one not one of the Thrush agents minions, or relatives.
“Monsieur, I think you are mistaken. I am the Comtesse de La Fère, but you may address me as Milady, Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield.” She gestured to the other woman.” This creature is my lady in waiting, Kitty.”
“Whatever.” Illya mumbled, he didn’t like the way this dream was going now and decided again that he wanted to wake up. “Please someone pinch me and wake me up?”
“D’Artagnan, you truly are mad.” Aramis elbowed him.
“Athos ma cher.” Angelique addressed him with familiarity.
“You are not welcome here Madam,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.
“So you still drink that dreadful Aquitine?” She laughed charmingly.
No answer was given to her, and he repeated that she was not welcome.
“I have a proposition for you. The Duke of Buckingham has in his possession jewels belonging to the Queen. She wants them back before his Majesty, King Louis discovers them missing. She is to wear them to a special ball in five days time.”
“And what is it you want us to do, as it were?” Athos asked.
“The Cardinal wishes you to discreetly retrieve those jewels from Buckingham before the Queen embarasses the King. Louis will have no choice but to investigate and a scandal will no doubt ensue if the jewels are missing.”
“Yes I’m sure the Cardinal cares so much about that.” Porthos sniped.
“I do not question his Eminence, I only obey. Now will you do it, darling?”
Porthos glanced towards Aramis, and finally to Athos, seeing a sadness in the man’s eyes. Milady seemed to have that effect on him, but no one knew why.
Athos turned his back to Milady, facing the fire as he puffed again on his pipe, not giving her his answer.
“Milady, I will visit you later with our reply.” Porthos bowed with a playful wink.
Illya rolled his eyes, again. This scenario was not exactly following the plotline in the book. In Dumas’ tale, Milady stole the jewelry to expose the affair between the Duke of Buckingham and the Queen of France and the Cardinal planned to steal the throne from the inexperienced Louis XIII.
“Monsieur Porthos, might I accompany you when you leave to meet with Milady. She has a reputation for being devious and I do not trust her.” Illya said, looking to Athos, knowing the secret of Milady.“Sir?”
“Yes, D’Artagnon, that is quite true. I know you are not happy about this Porthos, but I agree. Aramis and D’Artagnan will accompany you to meet with her. Now dismissed, if you don’t mind. I’d like a few moments to myself to catch up on your reports.”He turned his attention back to the fire and refilling his pipe.
Illya crossed his arms, quite satisfied with himself. He’d save Napoleon from Angelique here as well.
“Well we need to eat before we embark,’ Porthos said.” Innkeeper, we need food and ale, more ale.”
“I have no money,” Illya said softly.
“Fine, I’ll pay this time.” Porthos said. “You look like you could use a good meal anyway. Mr. Chang, please your finest fare and none of that swill you feed to travelers.
“Xiānshēng mǎshàng_yes sir right away.”
Aramis sat on a bench near the window reading the latest copy of Ingenue magazine, commenting about the newest fashions, when the food arrived. Illya looked at it quizzically, thinking the girl on the cover was quite attractive.
These odd bits of reality kept popping into his subconscious, but why he did not know.
“My finest Messieurs. Egg foo yung, lo mein, dumplings, and chicken with cashew nuts, oh yes of course egg rolls as well.”
Illya looked at a communal bowl anticipating his favorite Chinese foods as the man placed it in the middle of the rough hewn table. This did not look like what he expected, as it was filled with cooked turnips, potatoes, cabbage and bits of grizzled meat. It was the food he once subsisted on in the Soviet Union.
Illya waited until everyone had dug in, each filling their own smaller bowls, and feeding themselves with chopsticks.
He took what was left into his bowl, but found himself barely able to swallow his first and what would be his last mouthful. It was all he could do to keep from spitting it out. It tasted like fish, all of it. The one food that Illya hated. it reminded him of when he was in the concentration camp, and the orphanage. They ate nothing but fish, fish broth, fish everything. Even if it wasn’t fish, the food tasted like it.
Illya pushed his bowl away, finding himself uninterested in eating.
“What the meal is not to your liking young man?” Athos asked.
“Fish does not agree with me.”
“Truly D’Artagnan you are a strange one. There is no fish in this meal.”
“Umm, I meant the food, is not agreeing with me...I am unaccustomed to such a hearty fare.”
At this point he was wishing he had a nice cold glass of vodka, but knew that just wasn’t going to happen. Illya looked at the ale, then took a chance and swallowed some. To his surprise it was good, a surprisingly chilled ale. At least something positive was happening in this dream. He had another, and another and lost count as he laid his head on the table to rest his eyes.
“Excuse me?” A feminine voice spoke out.” Mr. Kuryakin, can you try to look at me? Come on Illya.”
His eyes opened slowly, focusing on the face of Nurse Walsh.
“There you are,” she smiled. “That’s some lump you have on your head and you weren’t even out on a mission were you? Illya...Illya?”
.
“Wake up, it’s time to go see Milady and to tell her we we’ll rescue the jewels from the Duke.” Porthos announced.
Illya silently cursed, he’d almost woken up from this delusion.
They left, heading to the Chateau where Milady called home just outside of the city.
“Magnificent domicile isn’t it?”Porthos grinned, one of the best penthouses in area”
Illya stared at it for a moment; it was Napoleon’s apartment building. “A little different for a chateau,” he sniped.
“That’s because you’re used to living in four story walk up filled with periodicals and science journals.”
At this point Illya had given up reacting to those bits of reality that were bleeding into his dream, trying not to make sense of them.
Porthos took hold of the heavy brass door knocker, tapping it with three echoing booms.
The door opened with a creak and there Angelique stood smiling seductively, wrapped in nothing but a fur stole.“Ah darling, so you’ve come after all.”
Porthos kissed her hand, then began working his way up her arm, shoulder, neck, finally kissing her lips passionately. He turned to D’Artagnan. “A little privacy if you don’t mind, you can wait around the corner in the barn.” He waved Illya off with a dismissive flick of his hand, and slammed the door closed in the Russian’s face.
“What else is new?” Illya grumbled, “Never room at the inn for me when a woman is involved.” He traipsed off to the barn, thinking again if he went to sleep, he’d awake back in medical and this nightmare would be at an end.
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A woman accompanying her, and he recognized her as Kitty, a new girl in communications that he’d had his eye on. She smiled at him, shyly averting her eyes. Illya thought perhaps his was one not one of the Thrush agents minions, or relatives.
“Monsieur, I think you are mistaken. I am the Comtesse de La Fère, but you may address me as Milady, Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield.” She gestured to the other woman.” This creature is my lady in waiting, Kitty.”
“Whatever.” Illya mumbled, he didn’t like the way this dream was going now and decided again that he wanted to wake up. “Please someone pinch me and wake me up?”
“D’Artagnan, you truly are mad.” Aramis elbowed him.
“Athos ma cher.” Angelique addressed him with familiarity.
“You are not welcome here Madam,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.
“So you still drink that dreadful Aquitine?” She laughed charmingly.
No answer was given to her, and he repeated that she was not welcome.
“I have a proposition for you. The Duke of Buckingham has in his possession jewels belonging to the Queen. She wants them back before his Majesty, King Louis discovers them missing. She is to wear them to a special ball in five days time.”
“And what is it you want us to do, as it were?” Athos asked.
“The Cardinal wishes you to discreetly retrieve those jewels from Buckingham before the Queen embarasses the King. Louis will have no choice but to investigate and a scandal will no doubt ensue if the jewels are missing.”
“Yes I’m sure the Cardinal cares so much about that.” Porthos sniped.
“I do not question his Eminence, I only obey. Now will you do it, darling?”
Porthos glanced towards Aramis, and finally to Athos, seeing a sadness in the man’s eyes. Milady seemed to have that effect on him, but no one knew why.
Athos turned his back to Milady, facing the fire as he puffed again on his pipe, not giving her his answer.
“Milady, I will visit you later with our reply.” Porthos bowed with a playful wink.
Illya rolled his eyes, again. This scenario was not exactly following the plotline in the book. In Dumas’ tale, Milady stole the jewelry to expose the affair between the Duke of Buckingham and the Queen of France and the Cardinal planned to steal the throne from the inexperienced Louis XIII.
“Monsieur Porthos, might I accompany you when you leave to meet with Milady. She has a reputation for being devious and I do not trust her.” Illya said, looking to Athos, knowing the secret of Milady.“Sir?”
“Yes, D’Artagnon, that is quite true. I know you are not happy about this Porthos, but I agree. Aramis and D’Artagnan will accompany you to meet with her. Now dismissed, if you don’t mind. I’d like a few moments to myself to catch up on your reports.”He turned his attention back to the fire and refilling his pipe.
Illya crossed his arms, quite satisfied with himself. He’d save Napoleon from Angelique here as well.
“Well we need to eat before we embark,’ Porthos said.” Innkeeper, we need food and ale, more ale.”
“I have no money,” Illya said softly.
“Fine, I’ll pay this time.” Porthos said. “You look like you could use a good meal anyway. Mr. Chang, please your finest fare and none of that swill you feed to travelers.
“Xiānshēng mǎshàng_yes sir right away.”
Aramis sat on a bench near the window reading the latest copy of Ingenue magazine, commenting about the newest fashions, when the food arrived. Illya looked at it quizzically, thinking the girl on the cover was quite attractive.
These odd bits of reality kept popping into his subconscious, but why he did not know.
“My finest Messieurs. Egg foo yung, lo mein, dumplings, and chicken with cashew nuts, oh yes of course egg rolls as well.”
Illya looked at a communal bowl anticipating his favorite Chinese foods as the man placed it in the middle of the rough hewn table. This did not look like what he expected, as it was filled with cooked turnips, potatoes, cabbage and bits of grizzled meat. It was the food he once subsisted on in the Soviet Union.
Illya waited until everyone had dug in, each filling their own smaller bowls, and feeding themselves with chopsticks.
He took what was left into his bowl, but found himself barely able to swallow his first and what would be his last mouthful. It was all he could do to keep from spitting it out. It tasted like fish, all of it. The one food that Illya hated. it reminded him of when he was in the concentration camp, and the orphanage. They ate nothing but fish, fish broth, fish everything. Even if it wasn’t fish, the food tasted like it.
Illya pushed his bowl away, finding himself uninterested in eating.
“What the meal is not to your liking young man?” Athos asked.
“Fish does not agree with me.”
“Truly D’Artagnan you are a strange one. There is no fish in this meal.”
“Umm, I meant the food, is not agreeing with me...I am unaccustomed to such a hearty fare.”
At this point he was wishing he had a nice cold glass of vodka, but knew that just wasn’t going to happen. Illya looked at the ale, then took a chance and swallowed some. To his surprise it was good, a surprisingly chilled ale. At least something positive was happening in this dream. He had another, and another and lost count as he laid his head on the table to rest his eyes.
“Excuse me?” A feminine voice spoke out.” Mr. Kuryakin, can you try to look at me? Come on Illya.”
His eyes opened slowly, focusing on the face of Nurse Walsh.
“There you are,” she smiled. “That’s some lump you have on your head and you weren’t even out on a mission were you? Illya...Illya?”
.
“Wake up, it’s time to go see Milady and to tell her we we’ll rescue the jewels from the Duke.” Porthos announced.
Illya silently cursed, he’d almost woken up from this delusion.
They left, heading to the Chateau where Milady called home just outside of the city.
“Magnificent domicile isn’t it?”Porthos grinned, one of the best penthouses in area”
Illya stared at it for a moment; it was Napoleon’s apartment building. “A little different for a chateau,” he sniped.
“That’s because you’re used to living in four story walk up filled with periodicals and science journals.”
At this point Illya had given up reacting to those bits of reality that were bleeding into his dream, trying not to make sense of them.
Porthos took hold of the heavy brass door knocker, tapping it with three echoing booms.
The door opened with a creak and there Angelique stood smiling seductively, wrapped in nothing but a fur stole.“Ah darling, so you’ve come after all.”
Porthos kissed her hand, then began working his way up her arm, shoulder, neck, finally kissing her lips passionately. He turned to D’Artagnan. “A little privacy if you don’t mind, you can wait around the corner in the barn.” He waved Illya off with a dismissive flick of his hand, and slammed the door closed in the Russian’s face.
“What else is new?” Illya grumbled, “Never room at the inn for me when a woman is involved.” He traipsed off to the barn, thinking again if he went to sleep, he’d awake back in medical and this nightmare would be at an end.
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Date: 2012-05-10 12:55 am (UTC)So, poor Illya still has to dream...?
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Date: 2012-05-10 12:57 am (UTC)BTW there a couple of Easter eggs in the story...wonder if you can get them or the references? Hmmm. :D