Meanwhile at Rue Plumet Valjean picked up a letter

To my Cosette,

I have recently discovered a group of Protestants. Although I do not believe in their cause, I do believe in grace by faith- I do not believe in overthrowing the Catholic Church though. This is what they are planning on doing tomorrow. I heard your father talk about moving to England, Oh Cosette! where will I be tomorrow? If I survive this fight with my brothers I shall come to marry you, if not- I go fighting for religious liberty.

Yours,
Marius

Valjean put the letter down "I must go to Notre Dame, to find him."

Valjean climbed the steps of Notre Dame "Brothers!" Enjolras let him in suspicious "What do you want?"
"I want to help fight"
Enjolras glanced up and down a bit paranoid because of the last incident.
"We can trust him!" Gavorche pipped up.

At that second Valjean pulled out a Bible, Enjolras thumbed through it and saw the special rosette flower that the Protestants were using to communicate. A man on the streets overhearing the Protestants took a rock and hurled it at them, Valjean took the Bible as a shield and protected Enjolras "Thank you," Enjolras replied.
"Do I have a reward?"
"You must interrogate Javert- an official from the church to see what he wants."

"Javert, you are free,"

Javert looked up, "Valjean!"
"Go! flee this place, consider your sin forgiven. That is what these boys are standing for- the forgiveness of sin, and I felt I must have a step and forgive you." Javert looked puzzled as he ran back into the church to change into his priestly robes.

The sun rose on Notre Dame as the boys stood in a line.
"The time is now! to choose religious freedom, to allow us to worship freely!" Enjolras' strong voice rang out.

"You are under arrest!" Enjolras looked around his shoulders- there stood Javert with members of the French Army. Enjolras and the amis were speechless "Recant your heresy now or be burned at stake."
"I refuse to recant!" Enjolras strongly inserted. "If anybody here wants to recant that is there choice, but I will not."
"Never!" each ami and Gavorche echoed.

The crowd erupted into commotion, a stone was thrown that knocked both Marius and Valjean into unconsciousness.
"Silence! In the power vested in me by the church" Javert tied up each of the amis, "You are guilty of high heresy, we have seen it- what shall their punishment be?" The people froze in fear, many of them retreated. "Then it shall be the stake" Javert said.

The conscious amis were rounded up and taken to be tried. "Guilty" rang across the court, the flame were prepared and executions were to take place. Lesgles and Joly went first, followed by Bahorel and Feuilly, then Combeferre and Courfeyrac. All of them refused to recant.

"Death to Protestants!" the crowd chanted, it was Enjolras' turn to enter into the arena- Javert stood there by the stake "Once more heathen- do you repent of your heresy?" Enjolras looked up, first at Javert then he glanced to the crowd, his blue eyes remained defiantly forward.

"No, I do not recant." his voice rang clearly, loud enough the bricks of the Bastille should have crashed as the walls of Jericho did. "I dream someday of a France where we are allowed to believe what we want, a France where religious freedom should be accepted. I believe that Christ died for my sins, and so did my friends who went before me. But if you want to believe otherwise go ahead, I'm not holding you back. Once a church dictates death to those who do not agree- than the church looses its way. A church is there to show the love of Christ, but should not kill those who refuse to convert. Citizens! Make your choice today! Stop accepting things for what they are, and read the words yourself- do you want to continue this practice of burning those who disagree with you? Here I stand, do what you would like. My soul is ready, but I die not for myself- but for a France that shall be liberated someday- the wall of the Bastille will fall, religious freedom shall ring out loud and clear, and the people of France will be heard." The flame was lit to the wood as Enjolras muttered "Patria" as he clenched the Bible in his hands and surrendered to the flames.
Monk Grantaire watched in horror, he cut through the crowd
"Is this what freedom looks like?" he said as the flames roared into the night "innocents dying all because they express their beliefs! Let Enjolras go now."
Enjolras was moments away from death as Grantaire ran towards him "Enjolras! I believe! I believe Enjolras!" Javert tried to hold him back.

"No Grantaire, do not die with this heretic!" Grantaire showed Javert aside and leapt to the flame. At that moment their two souls ascended to heaven, the flames diminished and the sun of religious freedom set- only to rise once more in the light of revolution hundreds of years into the future. Watching in horror, Martin Luther's song "A Mighty Fortress is Our God" started ringing through the crowd

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth; the Spirit and the gifts are ours, thru him who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; the body they may kill; God's truth abideth still; his kingdom is forever.