Cafe Musain, Paris, March 29th, 1832
"I've got a message 'ere for Jacquelyn Coste from General Lamarque!"
The call seemed to rip through the noise in the back room, sending it all shattering as Jacquelyn turned to face the young boy who stood in the doorway, holding a sealed envelope.
"General Lamarque?" Jacquelyn repeated.
The boy nodded, "Yes'm. Man stopped me outside of his 'ouse. You can check the letter, got 'is seal an' everythin'."
Jacquelyn stood up, crossing the room and taking the letter, offering the boy a 10 sous piece before he scampered off, and they slowly moved back to their seat, reading over the words on the envelope.
After a moment Bahorel jeered, "Well don't just sit there looking at it, open it!"
They sighed, cracking the wax seal and pulling out the parchment that was inside, reading over the loppy words, looking back up at Enjolras in shock, before reading out loud to the others who looked to them eagerly,
"From the Desk of Jean Maxamillian Lamarque, to Jacquelyn Coste, the leader of the Les Amis De L'abc, and any other that to whom it may concern, it has reached my attention that your group of activists, as well as others, have been using myself and my image as a symbol of revolution and of change.
"Now, as someone in a position such as my own, I cannot outright publicly announce my thoughts on the matter, nor on whatever you may be planning. However, I am sure that I would quite like it if you would be so kind as to join me, at my home on Sunday, April 1st, for tea and, I should hope, for a discussion on your aspirations in this endeavor.
"As well as the current political climate as a whole, I am sure we have many things to discuss. I look forward to our meeting, sincerely, General Lamarque."
The back room was quiet for a moment before bursting with noise, people yelling with excitement, cheering and jostling for the paper, Enjolras still sitting shocked as Jacquelyn handed him the papers, letting him read it for himself.
"You know what this means?" He asked quietly.
Jacquelyn grinned, "We're in the big game now."
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