clayforthedevil

"Ah." Bahorel grins, and pulls a book--now his own copy, sections carefully marked off with thread-- off a nearby shelf. "What indeed! He writes of our dear Musain, and the Corinthe; a few passing debates... and oh yes, the Barricade. Most of it quite fair for a man who was quite under the Bourbon umbrella when we left Paris; though as to that, you know, he's eager to insist we had nothing against our royal pear. But as to how we're remembered..." He holds up the book with a sarcastic smile. "What did you say would be the most ridiculous way to be remembered? Bossuet tells me the barricade, at least, is surprisingly accurate, and I recall some of the earlier scenes myself. But I do warn you, Hugo has his fixations. They're not all easily overlooked."