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[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly has been telling himself that it's all right to be bound here, after the bitter defeat to their cause. Time isn't passing in Paris--however that works--he's using the time to rest, to study, to learn for the republicans' next attempt--

--he's resting with Harry, Prince of Wales, and studying the swordsmanship of four hundred years ago, and learning how to communicate a few faint ideas of 1830 to a long-gone English kingdom.

So now, spurred by Bahorel's restless energy, the news of Joly's illness, he's pulled out the work he's neglected lately, a sort of extract or paraphrase or adaptation--whatever you want to call it--of the Communist Manifesto. It's challenging work, pulling it together in terms for 1830 Paris, but it's not so very far past their time as all that. It's not a moment too soon for socialism!

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[harryhotspur]

Harry starts rolling it up, probably a bit painfully roughly in the eyes of someone who cares more than he does about such things-- though he does take enough care to keep it out of reach of Lady, who has decided that it's time for a round of Bite That Thing. He tucks the roll under one arm, takes a last look around the room. As he approaches the door back to Milliways, he offers his hand to Feuilly once again-- just in case, you know.

[tu_vas_triompher]

Just in case!

And Harry holds Hector's collar with his other hand, and Lady is jumping enthusiastically at The Thing To Bite, and Emilia clings tightly to Feuilly's doublet, and--

Milliways.

(Sitting on the bed of Harry, Prince of Wales, tucked discreetly under a fold of a blanket so no one will notice, remains a French translation of The Communist Manifesto.)