A/N- I seem to notice a waning interest… oh well. I put this chapter off for a long time because it doesn't quite work with the lighthearted parody thing. That's how the play goes, though… No Monty Python-isms here, I'm afraid...
The next morning Sir Enjolras, knight of the Marbled Countenance, and his trusty squire left to find the foe of the mysterious men. As soon as the door was closed Montparnasse went over to Eponine and poked her.
"Now?"
She shook her head.
"Come on!"
"No…"
"Why not?"
She frowned at him.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
"I want to."
"I don't."
Montparnasse huffed and crossed his arms. When Eponine ignored him he went over to Babet and whispered something in his ear. Babet glanced over at Eponine, who was no longer paying attention to them, and whispered something back to Montparnasse. The two went out into the hall.
Time passed, in which nothing in particular happened.
The door was flung open, and Montparnasse returned. "Eponine!" he cried, breathless, "I thought you should be the first to know!"
All the assorted thieves and murderers looked up, and Eponine got to her feet. "Know what?"
"Babet robbed a man and killed him… I think it was the knight…"
"Sir Enjolras?" Eponine asked anxiously.
Montparnasse nodded. "Come quick!"
She left the room with him. A moment later Babet slipped back into the room, a satisfied smile on his face, but no blood on his hands or knife.