The soldiers -- the ghosts -- are gone, as if they'd never been. The road is empty.
A moment ago swords were slashing down at Bahorel, and Enjolras was too far away to stop it, too far away to do anything. A moment ago, he was charging towards those same cavalry swords. And now, the road is empty.
It's going to take a few moments for his heart to slow.
He keeps an eye on the road -- still empty; still quiet -- as he watches Bahorel coax words out of the strange cat-child. The explanation that unfold is a partial one, and doesn't clarify much: yes, the ghosts happen often enough around this whole area; no, they didn't used to; no, the child doesn't know them personally, or know why the change. About the rock, the child is cagey.
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A moment ago swords were slashing down at Bahorel, and Enjolras was too far away to stop it, too far away to do anything. A moment ago, he was charging towards those same cavalry swords. And now, the road is empty.
It's going to take a few moments for his heart to slow.
He keeps an eye on the road -- still empty; still quiet -- as he watches Bahorel coax words out of the strange cat-child. The explanation that unfold is a partial one, and doesn't clarify much: yes, the ghosts happen often enough around this whole area; no, they didn't used to; no, the child doesn't know them personally, or know why the change. About the rock, the child is cagey.