The SEQUEL to Avenir! The second book in Let Others Rise: The Series
Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Les Amis journey to the future and attempt to reunite with Avenir and save the peaceful city of Paris from the ever-present threat of the society of Mars...
"Make sure that burgundy fellow knows to check the drawer next to my mattress in my apartment. Only when you feel he's ready. Ok? And for the love of all things lovable, tell that boy to smile..."
~Grantaire to Avenir, Le Monde Entre Les Mondes~
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Girl POV:
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It took me awhile to venture out of the general vicinity of the Musain. I was too busy addressing the qualms of the other Unnamed, and caring for the little ones. Marius and Cosette were the best with the younger ones but each of the boys who called themselves Les Amis made sure to take some time to begin a full-time school, entitled "École ABC," mostly managed by Combeferre. When the others had university, there was always someone to teach us something new, whether it be the history of Paris, how to read for those who needed, and, my personal favorite - fundamentals of law.
Nadeleine was overjoyed to spend her days with her great-great-great-great...(you get the idea!) grandfather and grandmother, and I mostly spent my time alone, studying out of Combeferre's law books. I was young, still, but perceptive. Combeferre was more than willing to answer any and all questions, and for that I was grateful.
We had a good system going - the days flew by, and mood levels were slowly shifting toward the positive. On this particular morning, a small friend of Gavroche's found me sitting with Joly and Bossuet, discussing law. Musichetta was also with us, for she had become a good friend, and of course, she wished to be with Joly and Bossuet. Gavroche's friend spoke to me:
"Are you Miss Vaillante?"
"That is my nickname," I replied. "What do you want with me?"
"This. A tall blond fellow on the boulevard said to me: 'Do you know Mother Hucheloup?' I said: 'Yes, Rue Chanvrerie, the old man's widow;' he said to me: 'Go there. There you will find Miss Vaillante. Tell her from me: "A B C".' It's a joke that they're playing on you, isn't it. He gave me ten sous."
"Joly, lend me ten sous," I said, and, turning to Bossuet: "L'aigle, lend me ten sous."
This made twenty sous, which I handed to the lad.
"Thank you, miss," said the urchin.
"What is your name?" I inquired.
"Navet, Gavroche's friend."
"Stay with us," I said.
"Breakfast with us," said Joly,
The child replied:--
"I can't, as it is, I am already late to lessons downstairs with Monsieur Bahorel."
And executing a prolonged scrape of his foot behind him, which is the most respectful of all possible salutes, he took his departure.
