Death of Enjolras.
Title from an A E Housman poem:
"Oh hard is the bed they have made him
And common the blanket and cheap
But there he will lie as they laid him
Where else could you trust him to sleep?
And low is the roof, but it covers
A sleeper content to repose
And far from his friends and his lovers
He lies with the sweetheart he chose."
"Les Mis" fans will know who that sweetheart was.
I think anyone who saw him dead - as a corpse crucified to a wall by bullets - who had known him in life would have been struck profoundly by the lack of energy and will in features slackened by death. He fought so furiously in his last stand, only giving way at last with the firing squad bullets...and a hand clasped in friendship.