The Night That Ends At Last *Les Miserables Romance (Enjolras)*

Chapter 6: Do You Hear The People Sing?

Chapter 6: Do You Hear The People Sing?

Will you give what you can give,

So that our banner may advance?

Some will fall and some will live

Will you rise up and take the chance?

The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France!


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Many have wondered why Enjolras loved Joleigh. Any typical man of Paris searched for a mistress, longed for a mistress; Enjolras was one of the few handsome men who did not care. Besides Joleigh, any other woman did not grasp his attention. To those who knew him or heard of him it was unbelievable, almost unthinkable, that he would propose to or even be with a girl. It may be the fact that he knew Joleigh since they were children, or maybe her increasing beauty, or that she was the best of everyone…whatever the reason Enjolras knew that Joleigh was to be his. The two never had been with anyone else and were completely loyal to one another. Joleigh tried her best to support her fiancée’s political notions, although she had many opinions that she kept to herself. Like any gentle hearted person, Joleigh wanted Enjolras to be happy, and that mean to keep silent and not to interfere.

‘It’s for the best…’ she tells herself. Enjolras explained every detail of the plan to her earlier that morning though all she could think about was the death to come. But what could she do? Today was the day, and she wouldn’t be able to stop it if she tried. General Lamarque’s funeral procession was going to be paraded through the square and according to Enjolras that was when they would strike.    

“Will you be there?” he asked as she helped him into his red coat.

“Of course.” Joleigh had stated, kissing him farewell at the doorway. Enjolras beamed and whisked down to the street, leaving her behind to fret over her thoughts. All anger of it had gone, only to be replaced with nervousness and anxiety. “Should I go?” She muttered to herself as she got changed into a patchy rose dress. Joleigh pinned her hair into a bun and splashed her face with water. “It will be busy anyways, he won’t notice I’m there….” Sighing she made her way back into the bedroom. “I could just read, and wait for whatever it is… the signal? Yes, I’ll just wait inside until the signal happens, then I’ll do what I need to do and…oh what am I doing!” Realizing that she was talking to herself Joleigh stormed to the front door. Her hand hovered over the knob. “I need to be there! He’ll know if I’m not. I said I would go and you always keep your promises Joleigh.” She shook her head and opened the door. The girl paused before leaving, letting the door swing open fully by itself. “Something bad could happen. The police…the national guard would come as soon as the rebellion starts…what if they shoot people?” Joleigh bit her lip and looked back at her apartment. No, I will go. Quickly she closed the door and hurried down the hall, taking the steps down to the street two at a time. When she was outside, it almost shocked her how normal the day was. Livestock was ushered along the cobble; people shouted at each other from windows, people were bustling in and out of shops…it was all going to change in a few hours. Joleigh swallowed hard heading down towards the café. She could hear the preparations taking place, the sounds drifting from the window above the fork in the street. The girl took the right alley and steadily made her way down it. She remembered Eponine saying that she was living in a small room down that road. Joleigh knew her friend had no money; her parents had kicked her out thus reducing her to sell herself. Joleigh would give up all her own money to help ‘Ponine but with the little pay she got from being a seamstress’s apprentice and Enjolras’s college fee’s, there was little to live off. “Eponine?” She asked, knocking on the cracked wooden door at the foot of the stairs. “ ‘Ponine it’s me, Joleigh!” The door swung open.