Alternate Scenes for At Sword's Point (1952)

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Alternate Scenes for At Sword's Point (1952),





Part One

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Alternate scenes for the movie At Sword’s Point (1952) starring Maureen O’Hara as Claire, daughter of Athos, Cornell Wilde as the son of D'Artagnan,, Alan Hale Jr. as the son of Porthos, Dan O’Herlihy as the son of Aramis, Gladys Cooper as Queen Anne, Robert Douglas as the Duc de Lavelle, and June Clayworth as Comtesse Claudine.

Claire, dressed in her musketeer’s uniform, rode up to the Ailing Goat’s Inn in late afternoon. The Comtesse Claudine, dressed in her fine gown of brown and gold, looked down out of the window of an upper room at Clare’s arriving. She had been waiting for her. The room has a bed and in front of it a table that held Claudine’s meal of wine and fruit.

Claudine walked to the top of the stairs just as Claire entered the inn. “Musketeer,” she said in a commanding voice. “I am the Comtesse Claudine, lady-in-waiting for Queen Anne. Please come up here.”

As Claire walked up the stairs, Claudine studied her: red hair under her black feathered hat, blue musketeer’s jacket and black breeches, shoulder belt and sword on her left hand side, roughly Claudine’s height, size, and hair color. Everyone had heard of the lady musketeer, daughter of Athos.

Claire followed her into the room. Claudine shut the door. “Forgive my secrecy, Musketeer. But I am on a mission from the queen and need you to serve as my escort.”
Claire bowed. “Forgive me, my lady. But I am on an urgent mission myself and have only a few hours to arrive there. I have just time for something to eat—“

“I understand perfectly,” Claudine said. “Here, allow me to share my meal with you. Some wine at least,” she said, offering her a filled cup.

Claire, who had been riding all morning and showed it with dust, grime, and sweat, answered, “You are most kind, my lady.” She bowed again, and in that second did not see the comtesse open a secret panel in her ring and pour some powder in the cup of wine she then handed to Claire.

Claire drank a full measure eagerly and then set the cup on the table. Almost at once, her eyes clouded, she staggered, and then fell back, sprawled unconscious on the floor.

“You are too trusting, my dear Claire,” Claudine laughed as she knelt down beside Claire. “The Duc de Lavelle told me that when he sent me to intercept you and learn your mission.” The comtesse patted around Clare’s chest and, feeling a bulge, unbuttoned her jacket and chemise and removed a letter. She read it aloud.

“’Claire, meet me, Porthos, and Aramis at Halcyon’s Castle at eight in the morning on Wednesday. We will escort young King Louis to the palace before the Duc de Lavelle knows it.’ So that is where you have been hiding the young king!” Claire said. “Eight o’clock. Too soon for me to get word to Lavelle but enough time for me to get there in your place,” she said, continuing the unbuttoning of Claire’s jacket and chemise. She unfastened her belt and removed the scabbard and sword. Then she pulled down Clare’s breeches and pulled off her Musketeer boots, black with red heels. She picked up Claire’s right foot and then let it drop. “Good. They are big. I will be able to get into your boots. “ Reaching up again, she removed Clare’s jacket, leaving her in her undergarments.

Claudine sighed, “But I am afraid I will need your underthings as well. Mine are not really fit for riding at the gallop.” She pulled the chemise open and revealed Claire’s full, white breasts. She pulled the chemise around and off her arms and then the leggings down her long legs.

Claudine looked the unconscious and naked Claire over and placed her hand on her full, right breast. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, my dear. But while you may look like a woman, you smell like a man, affected at least in part by your long hours on the back of a sweating horse. Ah well.”

The comtesse stood up and removed her dress, corset, and petticoats, becoming as naked as Claire. Quickly, she pulled on Claire’s leggings and then her chemise. Soon she was dressed as Claire had been, including the sword, scabbard, and belt. She drew the sword and flashed it in the air. “I will get just close enough with them thinking that I am you, close enough to skewer the young king and at least two of the three of your companion musketeers, maybe all of them. Lavelle will be so pleased.”

Suddenly, she heard Claire moan. She looked down amused at the red-haired soldier with her mouth open. “Ah, you are stronger than I thought. I have never used the potion on a woman before, that explains it!” She turned to the chair where her cloak had been draped, reached in the pocket and pulled out a small bottle and handkerchief. “This will do the trick.” What she did not see was a large bag of gold coins falling out of the same pocket and onto the floor.

Claudine knelt down again, poured the liquid from the bottle onto her handkerchief, and then pressed the cloth onto Claire’s nose and mouth. Drugged as she was, Claire still struggled for a moment , kicking her naked feet high, before finally succumbing. “That will give you at least two more hours of sleep. By then, the king will be dead, and you will be blamed.”

The comtesse reached down and pulled Claire into a sitting position. Then the hauled her up so she was half standing and then pushed her face forward on the bed, causing the bottle to fall off the coverlet and roll next to the bag of gold, which was hidden in the shadows.

Claudine draped the sheet a little over Claire but kept most of her naked, especially her legs and feet. “I will tell the innkeeper and her daughter that you have had a little too much wine, have fallen asleep, will stay the night, and are not to be disturbed.” The comtesse carried her cloak on her arm so as to display the musketeer’s uniform to the people below. She pulled on the hat tight over her eyes so as to hide her face.
“Bon soir, my dear Claire,” she said as she left.


Alternate Scenes for At Sword's Point, Part Two

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Part Two
It was just before midnight that Mimi, the innkeeper’s daughter, opened the door and lit up the now darkened room with the light from her candle. Her mother had told her to look in on the lady before going to bed. When she saw a lady sprawled naked on the bed and a bottle of wine on the table, she whispered, “Mon Dieu, what have you done to yourself, my lady! I cannot leave you like this.”

Mimi pulled the bath tub from the corner, lit the fireplace and boiled water, and pulled and carried Claire into hot tub. Claire moaned a bit as she was pulled into the steaming water, but the drug and chloroform were still too much with her and she soon was still again. Mimi removed her own simple white top and black skirt that dipped to just over her knees so as not to get them wet. On her bare knees, she stroked the water over Claire’s naked body, over and over, until she was becoming aroused. Even Claire, drugged as she was, purred with appreciation as Mimi caressed her breasts and belly and brought her hand down between Claire’s legs.

When she was finished, Mimi wrapped Claire in towels and carried her to the bed, laying her on her back. Mimi, still naked, looked around. “You do not have your own night clothes for me to dress you in, my lady and I do not wish to wake mama to get you mine,” Mimi said. “I guess I can dress you in your undergarments.”

Mimi moved to the floor where the comtesse had left her clothes and kicked the bottle of chloroform. Picking it up and smelling it, Mimi said, “What purpose had you for this, my lady?” But in the candlelight, Mimi saw something else on the floor and picked it up. It was a purse with more gold than she had ever imagined existed. Mimi thought. And then she thought some more. She sat on the bed, looked at Claire, and then looked at the fine gown lying on the floor. “I am going to change my plans, my lady. I will dress you to hide your nakedness–but in my clothes. And I will wear yours. I will take your horse, ride to the coast, sell your horse, and then sail for England and then America as a fine lady. This is an opportunity that II must take. It is for once in a lifetime.”

Mimi picked up her top, hauled Claire into a sitting position, and pulled it over her. She let her fall back and then placed the black skirt on her. The bath and the lifting up and down caused Claire to rouse. Instinctively, Mimi took the bottle, found the comtesse’s handkerchief, poured the bottle’s liquid on the cloth, and jammed it on Claire’s mouth. Her eyes opened and bulged, she kicked and squirmed but then fell back onto the bed. Mimi left the cloth on her face. “You breathe that in while I dress,” Mimi said.

Mimi had never worn anything like a corset or petticoat and it took her a while to get into them. When she was done and removed the cloth from Claire’s face, Claire was in a deep slumber, her mouth wide open. Mimi turned her over and hauled her further up on the bed and then threw the sheet and blanket over her. “I hope my mother discovers who you are before she begins beating you, my lady, or you will have welts for a week.” Dressed at the comtesse, Mimi took the candle and left the room, bringing back the darkness.

As for what happened next, the comtesse, dressed as Claire, arrived too late. Lavelle had heard the prince was in the castle and sent his own troop to kidnap him. The musketeers who no match for the armed force and fled. Claudine arrived just as Lavelle’s men were taking the young king away and saw a single musketeer. Claudine shouted who she was but their blood was up and they hacked her to pieces.

Mimi did get on a ship leaving for England. But her country manners quickly showed that she was no lady. She was seized, held for the constable when they docked, quickly tried and convicted by the local squire and sent the next day on a prison ship to the colonies as a maid and prostitute.

It was ten the following day that Claire woke up. Her head throbbed and as she looked down saw that she was dressed as a hostess in a top barely covering her breasts. She heard the gallop of horse, struggled up and walked downstairs just as D'Artagnan, Porthos, and Aramis arrived. They saw her and shouted for joy. “We heard you were dead!” Before they could learn what had happened to Claire, there was the sound of more horses: ome of the troop that had kidnapped the young king. Seeing that Claire was dressed as a bar hostess, they decided that she would flirt with one of the men to get him to tell where they had brought the young king.

This led to the scene in the movie in which the three musketeers pretend one after another to be Claire’s jealous husband, fiancée, and boyfriend, forcing the befuddled soldier to give them the information they need.

The deleted scenes get to the same place, more directly than what is in the movie, although more salaciously.