Until the Earth is Free {Enjolras}

Chapter 14

My dear Enjolras,

I know that we have not talked since that fateful day, but there's hope. There's something stirring now that what we've known all along is affecting those who originally scoffed at our ideas. They see now how unjust the king is. Since our trial at bringing about change ended so quickly and brought about a new law about political gatherings, a series of banquets have been organized to analyze our uprising and how to better improve on it. Come to this address tonight and bring others if you can. They could learn something from you. We will be together again. I am sure of it.

All my love,

Your Lizzie

She sealed the envelope with a kiss before adding the wax seal. Instead of using the Javert crest she used a candlestick to get the wax to cool. She was going to get back to where she belonged if it was the last thing she would ever do. She was fully prepared to die trying if it happened to end up that way.

"What is this?" She asked as Richelieu passed her another envelope as she passed him hers.

"It's an invitation, a proper one. They wish for you to join us. They were quite impressed that you were even with Raoul." Richelieu answered with a smile.

Lizzie nodded, returning the smile with a small one of her own. "Godspeed." She whispered before going about her usual rounds passing out food.

She could tell who the two officers had talked to. They greeted her even more friendly than their usual and gave her a wink as they took the food she offered them. To her surprise it was half of the men she spoke with. She was starting to get that excited feeling once more, that drive to fight the good fight, the drive that got her involved with les amis d'labc's plans.

Richelieu and Giroux did what they were told to do once they received Lizzie's letter. They made their way into the city to make their rounds, letter tucked away in one of Richelieu's pockets inside his coat. "Gavroche!" They exclaimed once they saw the small boy, running about the fountain.

The boy stopped and turned at the sound of his name. He smiled at them and hurried over. "Good evening, monsieurs. What do I owe this pleasure?"

They both crouched down and Richelieu reached inside of his jacket. "We have a message for you to deliver." He said as he did so.

"A message from Mademoiselle Lizzie to the one dressed in mourning. Do you think you can get it to her intended?" Giroux asked.

Gavroche scoffed. "Of course I can. Us little people can do anything." He then grinned taking the envelope that Richelieu was holding out to him. He then gave the officers a salute and took off running.

Just past the Musain and over a street was where Enjolras' law practice was at. Since June, his office has become more like a home than his actual apartment. He couldn't go to the Musain, there were too many memories there and if he went home, his mind would wander. So he stayed at the office and worked. The cases he worked on after hours, however, were for those who couldn't afford proper counsel. He figured that if he couldn't change France for the people then he could at least still help the people of Paris the only other way he knew how, by practicing law.

"Come in!" He called out when he heard a knock on the door.

Gavroche pushed the door open and hurried over to where Enjolras was hunched over his desk. "Enjolras! I have a letter for you!" He exclaimed.

The older boy looked up from where he was writing, curious and dare he say hopeful. The rest of his friends knew where he was so if they wished to speak with him, they would just come visit themselves. There was another, though, who wasn't with them, that wouldn't know where he now spent most of his time but would trust the small boy to deliver a message to him. "Who's it from?" He asked, figuring that it would be better to squash any hope that was bubbling up now before opening the letter.