This, at least, brought her back to the here (hut in Bohemia) and now (end of A.D. 1683). She directed the full power of her blue-eyed gaze against him. 'You're always making yourself out to be such a ne'er-do-well, Jack – saying you'd have cut D'Artagnan's fingers off – proposing to blow up the Holy Roman Emperor's palace – but I don't think you're as bad as you say you are.'