Wow! Okay guys, we are now officially on the final chapter! Well, it technically isn't a chapter seeing how it's the epilogue, but why stress the details?

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Tyello: Thanks! It's really hard for me to write funny stories, (they were always depressing during Power of the Pen) so it's good that someone is enjoying it. As for cutting off his tail, see chapter four and I am also going to address that in this chapter! thinks to self I would like to grow a tail actually...

Care: I'm sorry that it's short, but it has limited material! I can't just ramble on and on... but I will write more stories! I swear it on my honor!

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Epilogue

The carriage jolted and jumped down the hill from the château to the place where the guards waited for the return of Citizen Chauvelin. Upon reaching the said men, it stopped and the captain stepped forward from the ranks to confer with the citizen. However, when he peered in, he found the occupant deeply asleep. Le capitain gazed up at the driver.

"He's asleep!" he announced contemptuously. The driver nodded a reply.

"Oui, 'e was very tired when 'e came down an' 'e said that if 'e was asleep, to tell you that 'e wanted to continue on to Paris," the man muttered.

"Right, then!" the captain barked. "You heard him, you slugs! Marchez!" (March!)

The soldiers whipped up their horses and fell into formation around the coach as the procession began trotting towards Paris.

Two hours later...

Inside the coach, Citizen Chauvelin began to shift and move slightly. His head bounced against the back of the seat, and it kept striking an especially tender spot. Shifting, he gingerly felt the spot. Ouch! He winced as he felt it. That's going to be one big lump... Resettling himself, he thought over the events of the past few hours.

Sir Percy must have knocked me out, he mused. The last thing I remember is charging at him and him snapping my wrist like a twig. Abruptly, he looked down to examine the limb. It was splinted and closely wrapped in clean linen. He couldn't move it at all, and it was quite painless actually. So, they must have taken care of my injury and brought me to the carriage and sent me on my way. He finished the story in his head. It seemed to fit. By the by, he thought, I wonder where we are now...

"Capitan!" he shouted out of the carriage.

"Citizen!" came the response as the captain pulled his horse back to be even with the carriage door.

"Where are we now?"

"About another three hours from Paris, citizen."

"And how long have I been uncon-asleep?"

"About two hours, citizen!"

Chauvelin processed this information. Two hours! That was a mighty blow indeed! A slight cough from the captain broke him from his reverie.

"Hm? Oh, merci, capitain. You are dismissed." Finished, he sat back in the seat again. Suddenly, it struck him that the captain's voice had seemed loud to his ears. Well, you fool, you do have a fox's ears! he reminded himself. And don't forget that they are more sensitive than a human's! Come to think of it, the captain didn't comment on my new... appearance, did he? Chauvelin reached up to touch his ears and felt his hat there instead. So, they were kind enough to try and save me some shame, were they? he thought dryly. But my tail! They must have put me in such a position that it is hidden! Turning, he found this to be the case, as the offending article was tucked snugly behind him and covered by his coat.

The deputy to the Committee of Public Safety rode along in the carriage in silence for a while, absorbed in his own thoughts. Presently, he thought he heard whispering behind him. Removing his hat, he pricked up his ears (literally!) and listened.

"What the devil do you think happened back there?"

"I dunno, but did you notice that only the one carriage came back?"

"Mais, oui! And, I saw a ship just off the coast as we road away."

"Do you think the Citizen was tricked and the Scarlet Pimpernel eluded him?"

Placing his hat back on his head, Chauvelin leaned out of the carriage and addressed the two soldiers he had overheard.

"You two!"

The soldiers looked at, him startled.

"I can hear you, you know! And I don't appreciate gossip. What happened is my own affair and it is not for silly little soldiers to know!" With that, Chauvelin pulled his head back into his carriage. But not before seeing the look of shock in the two soldiers' faces and the confusion on the others'. They had heard nothing, so how could Citizen Chauvelin have heard it?

Inside the coach, the sallow Frenchman sat back in his seat. This could turn out all right after all...

Months later...

Citizen Chauvelin strode down the street, his tail waving behind him, his ears hidden under his hat. He had been mocked at first when he returned, but it soon stopped when he made it known that he could hear the whispers that no one else could. He was feared as never before because no one could understand his new power.

"There goes Citizen Chauvelin!"

"I heard he sold his soul to the devil for his new powers!"

"Hush, he'll hear you!'

The man smiled. He hadn't sold his soul to the devil, but he allowed the rumors to grow because he grew along with them.

I shall find you, my elusive Pimpernel! he swore silently. I hear everything now! You will regret not letting me get rid of my tail and ears, for they shall help me find you. And when I do find you, you shall curse the day you were born...

Chauvelin chuckled as he contemplated what he would do to the man he had hunted for so long. Passing the town's guillotine, he looked up. He smiled, and saw in his mind's eye the shining blade descending and kissing the neck of that bold Englishman...

Finis.

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My next story will either be a Scarlet Pimpernel songfic or a Pride and Prejudice fic, so keep a lookout for new postings by your humble servant.

Au revoir!