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The　torture　of　the　wheel　and　axle！　　'Tis　the　most　effectual！　He　shall　taste　it！〃

Dom　Claude　seemed　absorbed　in　gloomy　abstraction。　　He　turned　to　Charmolue；

〃Master　PierratMaster　Jacques；　I　mean；　busy　yourself　with　Marc　Cenaine。〃

〃Yes；　yes；　Dom　Claude。　　Poor　man！　he　will　have　suffered　like　Mummol。　　What　an　idea　to　go　to　the　witches'　sabbath！　a　butler　of　the　Court　of　Accounts；　who　ought　to　know　Charlemagne's　text；　~Stryga　vel　masea~！In　the　matter　of　the　little　girl；Smelarda；　as　they　call　her；I　will　await　your　orders。　　Ah！　as　we　pass　through　the　portal；　you　will　explain　to　me　also　the　meaning　of　the　gardener　painted　in　relief；　which　one　sees　as　one　enters　the　church。　　Is　it　not　the　Sower？　　Hé！　master；　of　what　are　you　thinking；　pray？〃

Dom　Claude；　buried　in　his　own　thoughts；　no　longer　listened　to　him。　　Charmolue；　following　the　direction　of　his　glance；　perceived　that　it　was　fixed　mechanically　on　the　great　spider's　web　which　draped　the　window。　　At　that　moment；　a　bewildered　fly　which　was　seeking　the　March　sun；　flung　itself　through　the　net　and　became　entangled　there。　　On　the　agitation　of　his　web；　the　enormous　spider　made　an　abrupt　move　from　his　central　cell；　then　with　one　bound；　rushed　upon　the　fly；　which　he　folded　together　with　his　fore　antennae；　while　his　hideous　proboscis　dug　into　the　victim's　bead。　　〃Poor　fly！〃　said　the　king's　procurator　in　the　ecclesiastical　court；　and　he　raised　his　hand　to　save　it。　　The　archdeacon；　as　though　roused　with　a　start；　withheld　his　arm　with　convulsive　violence。

〃Master　Jacques；〃　he　cried；　〃let　fate　take　its　course！〃　The　procurator　wheeled　round　in　affright；　it　seemed　to　him　that　pincers　of　iron　had　clutched　his　arm。　　The　priest's　eye　was　staring；　wild；　flaming；　and　remained　riveted　on　the　horrible　little　group　of　the　spider　and　the　fly。

〃Oh；　yes！〃　continued　the　priest；　in　a　voice　which　seemed　to　proceed　from　the　depths　of　his　being；　〃behold　here　a　symbol　of　all。　　She　flies；　she　is　joyous；　she　is　just　born；　she　seeks　the　spring；　the　open　air；　liberty：　oh；　yes！　but　let　her　come　in　contact　with　the　fatal　network；　and　the　spider　issues　from　it；　the　hideous　spider！　　Poor　dancer！　poor；　predestined　fly！　　Let　things　take　their　course；　Master　Jacques；　'tis　fate！　Alas！　　Claude；　thou　art　the　spider！　　Claude；　thou　art　the　fly　also！　　Thou　wert　flying　towards　learning；　light；　the　sun。　Thou　hadst　no　other　care　than　to　reach　the　open　air；　the　full　daylight　of　eternal　truth；　but　in　precipitating　thyself　towards　the　dazzling　window　which　opens　upon　the　other　world；upon　the　world　of　brightness；　intelligence；　and　scienceblind　fly！　senseless；　learned　man！　thou　hast　not　perceived　that　subtle　spider's　web；　stretched　by　destiny　betwixt　the　light　and　theethou　hast　flung　thyself　headlong　into　it；　and　now　thou　art　struggling　with　head　broken　and　mangled　wings　between　the　iron　antennae　of　fate！　　Master　Jacques！　　Master　Jacques！　let　the　spider　work　its　will！〃

〃I　assure　you；〃　said　Charmolue；　who　was　gazing　at　him　without　comprehending　him；　〃that　I　will　not　touch　it。　　But　release　my　arm；　master；　for　pity's　sake！　　You　have　a　hand　like　a　pair　of　pincers。〃

The　archdeacon　did　not　hear　him。　　〃Oh；　madman！〃　he　went　on；　without　removing　his　gaze　from　the　window。　　〃And　even　couldst　thou　have　broken　through　that　formidable　web；　with　thy　gnat's　wings；　thou　believest　that　thou　couldst　have　reached　the　light？　　Alas！　that　pane　of　glass　which　is　further　on；　that　transparent　obstacle；　that　wall　of　crystal；　harder　than　brass；　which　separates　all　philosophies　from　the　truth；　how　wouldst　thou　have　overcome　it？　　Oh；　vanity　of　science！　how　many　wise　men　come　flying　from　afar；　to　dash　their　heads　against　thee！　　How　many　systems　vainly　fling　themselves　buzzing　against　that　eternal　pane！〃

He　became　silent。　　These　last　ideas；　which　had　gradually　led　him　back　from　himself　to　science；　appeared　to　have　calmed　him。　　Jacques　Charmolue　recalled　him　wholly　to　a　sense　of　reality　by　addressing　to　him　this　question：　〃Come；　now；　master；　when　will　you　come　to　aid　me　in　making　gold？　　I　am　impatient　to　succeed。〃

The　archdeacon　shook　his　head；　with　a　bitter　smile。　　〃Master　Jacques　read　Michel　Psellus'　'~Dialogus　de　Energia　et　Operatione　Daemonum~_。'　　What　we　are　doing　is　not　wholly　innocent。〃

〃Speak　lower；　master！　　I　have　my　suspicions　of　it；〃　said　Jacques　Charmolue。　　〃But　one　must　practise　a　bit　of　hermetic　science　when　one　is　only　procurator　of　the　king　in　the　ecclesiastical　court；　at　thirty　crowns　tournois　a　year。　　Only　speak　low。〃

At　that　moment　the　sound　of　jaws　in　the　act　of　mastication；　which　proceeded　from　beneath　the　furnace；　struck　Charmolue's　uneasy　ear。

〃What's　that？〃　he　inquired。

It　was　the　scholar；　who；　ill　at　ease；　and　greatly　bored　in　his　hiding…place；　had　succeeded　in　discovering　there　a　stale　crust　and　a　triangle　of　mouldy　cheese；　and　had　set　to　devouring　the　whole　without　ceremony；　by　way　of　consolation　and　breakfast。　As　he　was　very　hungry；　he　made　a　great　deal　of　noise；　and　he　accented　each　mouthful　strongly；　which　startled　and　alarmed　the　procurator。

〃'Tis　a　cat　of　mine；〃　said　the　archdeacon；　quickly；　〃who　is　regaling　herself　under　there　with　a　mouse；〃

This　explanation　satisfied　Charmolue。

〃In　fact；　master；〃　he　replied；　with　a　respectful　smile；　〃all　great　philosophers　have　their　familiar　animal。　　You　know　what　Servius　saith：　'~Nullus　enim　locus　sine　genio　est~；for　there　is　no　place　that　hath　not　its　spirit。'〃

But　Dom　Claude；　who　stood　in　terror　of　some　new　freak　on　the　part　of　Jehan；　reminded　his　worthy　disciple　that　they　had　some　figures　on　the　fa？ade　to　study　together；　and　the　two　quitted　the　cell；　to　the　accompaniment　of　a　great　〃ouf！〃　from　the　scholar；　who　began　to　seriously　fear　that　his　knee　would　acquire　the　imprint　of　his　chin。




CHAPTER　VI。

THE　EFFECT　WHICH　SEVEN　OATHS　IN　THE　OPEN　AIR　CAN　PRODUCE。



〃~Te　Deum　Laudamus~！〃　exclaimed　Master　Jehan；　creeping　out　from　his　hole；　〃the　screech…owls　have　departed。　　Och！　och！　　Hax！　pax！　max！　fleas！　mad　dogs！　the　devil！　　I　have　had　enough　of　their　conversation！　　My　head　is　humming　like　a　bell　tower。　　And　mouldy　cheese　to　boot！　　Come　on！　　Let　us　descend；　take　the　big　brother's　purse　and　convert　all　these　coins　into　bottles！〃

He　cast　a　glance　of　tenderness　and　admiration　into　the　interior　of　the　precious　pouch；　readjusted　his　toilet；　rubbed　up　his　boots；　dusted　his　poor　half　sleeves；　all　gray　with　ashes；　whistled　an　air；　indulged　in　a　sportive　pirouette；　looked　about　to　see　whether　there　were　not　something　more　in　the　cell　to　take；　gathered　up　here　and　there　on　the　furnace　some　amulet　in　glass　which　might　serve　to　bestow；　in　the　guise　of　a　trinket；　on　Isabeau　la　Thierrye；　finally　pushed　open　the　door　which　his　brother　had　left　unfastened；　as　a　last　indulgence；　and　which　he；　in　his　turn；　left　open　as　a　last　piece　of　malice；　and　descended　the　circular　staircase；　skipping　like　a　bird。

In　the　midst　of　the　gloom　of　the　spiral　staircase；　he　elbowed　something　which　drew　aside　with　a　growl；　he　took　it　for　granted　that　it　was　Quasimodo；　and　it　struck　him　as　so　droll　that　he　descended　the　remainder　of　the　staircase　holding　his　sides　with　laughter。　　On　emerging　upon　the　Place；　he　laughed　yet　more　heartily。

He　stamped　his　foot　when　he　found　himself　on　the　ground　once　again。　　〃Oh！〃　said　he；　〃good　and　honorable　pavement　of　Paris；　cursed　staircase；　fit　to　put　the　angels　of　Jacob's　ladder　out　of　breath！　　What　was　I　thinking　of　to　thrust　myself　into　that　stone　gimlet　which　pierces　the　sky；　all　for　the　sake　of　eating　bearded　cheese；　and　looking　at　the　bell…　towers　of　Paris　through　a　hole　in　the　wall！〃

He　advanced　a　few　paces；　and　caught　sight　of　the　two　screech　owls；　that　is　to　say；　Dom　Claude　and　Master　Jacques　Charmolue；　absorbed　in　contemplation　before　a　carving　on　the　fa？ade。　　He　approached　them　on　tiptoe；　and　heard　the　archdeacon　say　in　a　low　tone　to　Charmolue：　〃'Twas　Guillaume　de　Paris　who　caused　a　Job　to　be　carved　upon　this　stone　of　the　hue　of　lapis…lazuli；　gilded　on　the　edges。　　Job　represents　the　philosopher's　stone；　which　must　also　be　tried　and　martyrized　in　order　to　become　perfect；　as　saith　Raymond　Lulle：　~Sub　conservatione　formoe　speciftoe　salva　anima~。〃

〃That　makes　no　difference　to　me；〃　said　Jehan；　〃'tis　I　who　have　the　purse。〃

At　that　moment　he　heard　a　powerful　and　sonorous　voice　articulate　behind　him　a　formidable　series　of　oaths。　　〃~Sang　Dieu！　　Ventre…。Dieu！　　Bédieu！　　Corps　de　Dieu！　　Nombril　de　Belzebuth！　　Nom　d'un　pape！　　Come　et　tonnerre~。〃

〃Upon　my　soul！〃　exclaimed　Jehan；　〃that　can　only　be　my　friend；　Captain　Phoebus！〃

This　name　of　Phoebus　reached　the　ears　of　the　archdeacon　at　the　moment　when　he　was　explaining　to　the　king's　procurator　the　dragon　which　is　hiding　its　tail　in　a　bath；　from　which　issue　smoke　and　the　head　of　a　king。　　Dom　Claude　started；　interrupted　himself　and；　to　the　great　amazement　of　Charmolue；　turned　round　and　beheld　his　brother　Jehan　accosting　a　tall　officer　at　the　door　of　the　Gondelaurier　mansion。

It　was；　in　fact；　Captain　Phoebus　de　Chateaupers。　　He　was　backed　up　against　a　corner　of　the　house　of　his　betrothed　and　swearing　like　a　heathen。

〃By　my　faith！　　Captain　Phoebus；〃　said　Jehan；　taking　him　by　the　hand；　〃you　are　cursing　with　admirable　vigor。〃

〃Horns　and　thunder！〃　replied　the　captain。

〃Horns　and　thunder　yourself！〃　replied　the　student。　　〃Come　now；　fair　captain；　whence　comes　this　overflow　of　fine　words？〃

〃Pardon　me；　good　comrade　Jehan；〃　exclaimed　Phoebus；　shaking　his　hand；　〃a　horse　going　at　a　gallop　cannot　halt　short。　　Now；　I　was　swearing　at　a　hard　gallop。　　I　have　just　been　with　those　prudes；　and　when　I　come　forth；　I　always　find　my　throat　full　of　curses；　I　must　spit　them　out　or　strangle；　~ventre　et　tonnerre~！〃

〃Will　you　come　and　drink？〃　asked　the　scholar。

This　proposition　calmed　the　captain。

〃I'm　willing；　but　I　have　no　money。〃

〃But　I　have！〃

〃Bah！　let's　see　it！〃

Jehan　spread　out　the　purse　before　the　captain's　eyes；　with　dignity　and　simplicity。　　Meanwhile；　the　archdeacon；　who　had　abandoned　the　dumbfounded　Charmolue　where　he　stood；　had　approached　them　and　halted　a　few　paces　distant；　watching　them　without　their　noticing　him；　so　deeply　were　they　absorbed　in　contemplation　of　the　purse。

Phoebus　exclaimed：　〃A　purse　in　your　pocket；　Jehan！　'tis　the　moon　in　a　bucket　of　water；　one　sees　it　t