Volume 5/Book 1/Chapter 11

Les Misérables, Volume 5: Jean Valjean, Book First: The War Between Four Walls, Chapter 11: The Shot Which Misses Nothing and Kills No One
(Tome 5: Jean Valjean, Livre premier: La guerre entre quatre murs, Chapitre 11: Le coup de fusil qui ne manque rien et qui ne tue personne)

French text

Le feu des assaillants continuait. La mousqueterie et la mitraille alternaient, sans grand ravage à la vérité. Le haut de la façade de Corinthe souffrait seul; la croisée du premier étage et les mansardes du toit, criblées de chevrotines et de biscayens, se déformaient lentement. Les combattants qui s'y étaient postés avaient dû s'effacer. Du reste, ceci est une tactique de l'attaque des barricades; tirailler longtemps, afin d'épuiser les munitions des insurgés, s'ils font la faute de répliquer. Quand on s'aperçoit, au ralentissement de leur feu, qu'ils n'ont plus ni balles ni poudre, on donne l'assaut. Enjolras n'était pas tombé dans ce piège; la barricade ne ripostait point.

À chaque feu de peloton, Gavroche se gonflait la joue avec sa langue, signe de haut dédain.

—C'est bon, disait-il, déchirez de la toile. Nous avons besoin de charpie.

Courfeyrac interpellait la mitraille sur son peu d'effet et disait au canon:

—Tu deviens diffus, mon bonhomme.

Dans la bataille on s'intrigue comme au bal. Il est probable que ce silence de la redoute commençait à inquiéter les assiégeants et à leur faire craindre quelque incident inattendu, et qu'ils sentirent le besoin de voir clair à travers ce tas de pavés et de savoir ce qui se passait derrière cette muraille impassible qui recevait les coups sans y répondre. Les insurgés aperçurent subitement un casque qui brillait au soleil sur un toit voisin. Un pompier était adossé à une haute cheminée et semblait là en sentinelle. Son regard plongeait à pic dans la barricade.

—Voilà un surveillant gênant, dit Enjolras.

Jean Valjean avait rendu la carabine d'Enjolras, mais il avait son fusil.

Sans dire un mot, il ajusta le pompier, et, une seconde après, le casque, frappé d'une balle, tombait bruyamment dans la rue. Le soldat effaré se hâta de disparaître.

Un deuxième observateur prit sa place. Celui-ci était un officier. Jean Valjean, qui avait rechargé son fusil, ajusta le nouveau venu, et envoya le casque de l'officier rejoindre le casque du soldat. L'officier n'insista pas, et se retira très vite. Cette fois l'avis fut compris. Personne ne reparut sur le toit; et l'on renonça à espionner la barricade.

—Pourquoi n'avez-vous pas tué l'homme? demanda Bossuet à Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean ne répondit pas.

English text

The assailants' fire continued. Musketry and grape-shot alternated, but without committing great ravages, to tell the truth. The top alone of the Corinthe facade suffered; the window on the first floor, and the attic window in the roof, riddled with buck-shot and biscaiens, were slowly losing their shape. The combatants who had been posted there had been obliged to withdraw. However, this is according to the tactics of barricades; to fire for a long while, in order to exhaust the insurgents' ammunition, if they commit the mistake of replying. When it is perceived, from the slackening of their fire, that they have no more powder and ball, the assault is made. Enjolras had not fallen into this trap; the barricade did not reply.

At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his tongue, a sign of supreme disdain.

"Good for you," said he, "rip up the cloth. We want some lint."

Courfeyrac called the grape-shot to order for the little effect which it produced, and said to the cannon:

"You are growing diffuse, my good fellow."

One gets puzzled in battle, as at a ball. It is probable that this silence on the part of the redoubt began to render the besiegers uneasy, and to make them fear some unexpected incident, and that they felt the necessity of getting a clear view behind that heap of paving-stones, and of knowing what was going on behind that impassable wall which received blows without retorting. The insurgents suddenly perceived a helmet glittering in the sun on a neighboring roof. A fireman had placed his back against a tall chimney, and seemed to be acting as sentinel. His glance fell directly down into the barricade.

"There's an embarrassing watcher," said Enjolras.

Jean Valjean had returned Enjolras' rifle, but he had his own gun.

Without saying a word, he took aim at the fireman, and, a second later, the helmet, smashed by a bullet, rattled noisily into the street. The terrified soldier made haste to disappear. A second observer took his place. This one was an officer. Jean Valjean, who had re-loaded his gun, took aim at the newcomer and sent the officer's casque to join the soldier's. The officer did not persist, and retired speedily. This time the warning was understood. No one made his appearance thereafter on that roof; and the idea of spying on the barricade was abandoned.

"Why did you not kill the man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean made no reply.