"Timothy, what is it?"
Lady Eliza's husband, Timothy Hastings walked
out of the bedroom with a piece of paper in his hand. I immediately
recognized the seal of The Scarlet Pimpernel. I thought the worst.
"They've left without me. Chauvelin is sure to capture them now,"
he sank down into a chair.
"We've got to help them!" cried the little boy standing next to me.
"Gavroche is right," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I agree, Leontine, we'd better leave in a hurry," Eliza said.
"Wait! I'm going, too!" said Gavorche, clutching my hand.
"Mon petit enfant," I replied, "it is far to dangerous for you."
"Is not! I want to help!" he said, crossing his arms stubbornly.
"Gavroche, I said no. That's final," I said. Gavroche plopped down
in a chair, pouting.
"Leontine, our carriage is waiting outside."
"Right, let's go," I reached over to tousle Gavroche's brown hair.
"I'll be back soon," I said and followed Eliza and Timothy out the door.
"Mon Dieu, Gavroche! What on earth are you doing here?" I said after
discovering him hanging off the back of the carriage.
"I told you I wanted to help."
"Gavi, I said to----"
"Wait," Eliza broke in, "maybe he can help."
"What?" I replied.
"I have an idea,"
"Everyone know what they're doing?"
Eliza's eyes swept around the
group and came to rest on her husband. We all nodded.
I drew my sword ready for action. Letting out an ear-splitting wail,
Eliza leapt out into the street and blocked a swipe from my sword. I
made sure to keep my face out of Chauvelin's view so he would not
recognize me. Our screaming and clashing of swords had attracted the
attention of Chauvelin and the three guards standing near.
"Pierre, Jacques, would you?" Chauvelin, motioning towards Eliza and
I. They nodded, and approached us to break up our "fight".
"Now!" Timothy said. He and Gavroche lept out of the shadows and
proceeded to accost Chauvelin and the remaining guard. Gavroche, being
rather short, bit into the guard's leg. He screamed and caught Gavroche
by the scruff of his neck. Chauvelin had already knocked Timothy
unconcious with a punch to the jaw.
"Sieze them!" he shouted to the
other guards. Eliza and I looked at each other and then took off
running. The guards, being slightly faster then us, caught up and
dragged us towards Chauvelin. He had an evil sneer on his face.
interesting group we have here," he said, laughing.
A figure appeared in the shadows behind him. It tapped him on the
shoulder, and he turned. Chauvelin's jaw promptly got acquainted with
Timothy's fist. Eliza and I took that as our cue, and we proceed to
double-team the guards. Gavroche followed our lead and kicked the guard
that was still holding him aloft. He immediatly dropped Gavroche, and
clutched his stomach in pain. Timothy punched the guard, knocking him
out. By then our captors were also knocked out. Timothy produced a
length of rope from his ever present black bag. We tied the three
guards and Chauvelin together. I planted a kiss on Chauvelin's
"Sorry, love," I said with a giggle.
"Can we go now?" said Gavroche.
"One moment...there," Eliza tucked something into the rope. "Let's
We walked off, the sky beginning to gray with the morning sun.
"Dear Scarlet Pimpernel. It was a trap. Don't worry, we took care
of everthing. The Marquis and his sons are waiting for you at your
lodgings. Do with these four as you wish. Signed, a friend,"
looked at the other Bounders in wonder.
*~ The End ~*
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