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[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras is in his room, settled on the sofa with a book on the history of Thedas that he borrowed from the library. Every so often he makes a note in his commonplace notebook.

Combeferre isn't in, but he left the television playing his favorite channel, one which shows documentaries about the natural world. Enjolras turned the volume quieter and left it at that. Right now a man is enthusing, with measured speech and deliberate enunciation, about the wonders of water in subterranean caverns.

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

"Fauchelevent agrees."

Which is not enough to entirely count on, so far as Enjolras is concerned, but it's still important information, especially as months pass and Valjean's certainty remains.

"I'm sure I did keep his name out of it. Unless someone recognized his face from some prior knowledge. But it may be that Javert only heard a description, and knew Fauchelevent is a man who knows him. That people were switched is no secret around Milliways."

And Milliways has a new bizarre happening every week, it seems, but the ephemerality of gossip was never something they counted on.

It wouldn't matter how much Javert learned or how he learned it, if only he weren't a spy, and still able to do immense damage to good people in Paris.

[merryeccentricities]

Joly nods. "I hope we'll see M. Fauchelevent soon, and can tell him. I--if we don't, his daughter comes here sometimes. I don't know if...if she knows, or should know, anything of it."

He's not exactly asking Enjolras for guidance in how to handle telling a woman news, here. But it's a point of fact to note.

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras nods.

"I don't know either. She married Marius afterwards, so she has to know a little, but..." A shrug.

But maybe only a little. Bahorel and Combeferre both feel strongly that she needs to be told about Hugo's book, by her father or otherwise. But illegal activity that the men of her family are suspected of, or genuinely guilty of, that's something else -- and ignorance is a protection for everyone, often.

(The narration, as always, would like to apologize for the 19th century. Enjolras has shed some habits of thought, but others remain. And anyway, there were plenty of them who kept secrets from both the men and the women of their families, for safety's sake.)

"She might bring him a letter, if it seemed warranted, I suppose."