[hyaciinthus]

Night had fallen over Paris, and Enjolras found himself sitting alone in a small jail cell. He had tried to remain standing to show his defiance, but only lasted an hour at the most; his ankles were sore and his back ached, and he had to rest. When he saw two policemen approach his cell, he stood again, one hand at the small of his back for support as he opened his mouth to speak, but the policemen just unlocked the door and each took him by an arm, leading him out. "I am entitled to a trial," said Enjolras levelly, trying to keep up with the policemen even with a seven-month belly in the way.