“Here’s an even better idea,” said Grantaire. “How about I take on eight of your hellish host? For each one of you I outdrink, you release a name on my list back into the land of the living.”
“You have yourself a wager,” said the Devil. “Who will we be starting with? This– Enjolras?”
“Let’s save him for last,” said Grantaire. “I’ll get to him.”
Or: Grantaire survives the barricades and marches down into the underworld to bring all of Les Amis back to life. They are all in hell because they are Deist heathens, the lot of them.
(via just-french-me-up)
