the hunchback of notre dame-第84部分

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een　marks；　five　ounces。　I　know　that；　I　am　a　goldsmith。〃

Here　they　served　Jehan　with　his　supper。　　As　he　threw　himself　back　on　the　bosom　of　the　wench　beside　him；　he　exclaimed；

〃By　Saint　Voult…de…Lucques；　whom　people　call　Saint　Goguelu；　I　am　perfectly　happy。　　I　have　before　me　a　fool　who　gazes　at　me　with　the　smooth　face　of　an　archduke。　　Here　is　one　on　my　left　whose　teeth　are　so　long　that　they　hide　his

chin。　　And　then；　I　am　like　the　Marshal　de　Gié　at　the　siege　of　Pontoise；　I　have　my　right　resting　on　a　hillock。　　~Ventre…　Mahom~！　　Comrade！　you　have　the　air　of　a　merchant　of　tennis…　balls；　and　you　come　and　sit　yourself　beside　me！　　I　am　a　nobleman；　my　friend！　　Trade　is　incompatible　with　nobility。　Get　out　of　that！　　Hola　hé！　　You　others；　don't　fight！　　What；　Baptiste　Croque…Oison；　you　who　have　such　a　fine　nose　are　going　to　risk　it　against　the　big　fists　of　that　lout！　　Fool！　~Non　cuiquam　datum　est　habere　nasum~not　every　one　is　favored　with　a　nose。　　You　are　really　divine；　Jacqueline　Ronge…Oreille！　'tis　a　pity　that　you　have　no　hair！　　Holà！　my　name　is　Jehan　Frollo；　and　my　brother　is　an　archdeacon。　May　the　devil　fly　off　with　him！　　All　that　I　tell　you　is　the　truth。　　In　turning　vagabond；　I　have　gladly　renounced　the　half　of　a　house　situated　in　paradise；　which　my　brother　had　promised　me。　　~Dimidiam　domum　in　paradiso~。　　I　quote　the　text。　　I　have　a　fief　in　the　Rue　Tirechappe；　and　all　the　women　are　in　love　with　me；　as　true　as　Saint　Eloy　was　an　excellent　goldsmith；　and　that　the　five　trades　of　the　good　city　of　Paris　are　the　tanners；　the　tawers；　the　makers　of　cross…belts；　the　purse…makers；　and　the　sweaters；　and　that　Saint　Laurent　was　burnt　with　eggshells。　　I　swear　to　you；　comrades。


　　　　　　　　　〃~Que　je　ne　beuvrai　de　piment；　　　　　　　　　　Devant　un　an；　si　je　cy　ment~。*


*　　That　I　will　drink　no　spiced　and　honeyed　wine　for　a　year；　if　I　am　lying　now。


〃'Tis　moonlight；　my　charmer；　see　yonder　through　the　window　how　the　wind　is　tearing　the　clouds　to　tatters！　　Even　thus　will　I　do　to　your　gorget。Wenches；　wipe　the　children's　noses　and　snuff　the　candles。Christ　and　Mahom！　　What　am　I　eating　here；　Jupiter？　　Ohé！　innkeeper！　the　hair　which　is　not　on　the　heads　of　your　hussies　one　finds　in　your　omelettes。　　Old　woman！　　I　like　bald　omelettes。　　May　the　devil　confound　you！A　fine　hostelry　of　Beelzebub；　where　the　hussies　comb　their　heads　with　the　forks！


　　　　　　　　　〃~Et　je　n'ai　moi；　　　　　　　　　　Par　la　sang…Dieu！　　　　　　　　　　Ni　foi；　ni　loi；　　　　　　　　　　Ni　feu；　ni　lieu；　　　　　　　　　　Ni　roi；　　　　　　　　　　Ni　Dieu。〃*


*　　And　by　the　blood　of　God；　I　have　neither　faith　nor　law；　nor　fire　nor　dwelling…place；　nor　king　nor　God。


In　the　meantime；　Clopin　Trouillefou　had　finished　the　distribution　of　arms。　　He　approached　Gringoire；　who　appeared　to　be　plunged　in　a　profound　revery；　with　his　feet　on　an　andiron。

〃Friend　Pierre；〃　said　the　King　of　Thunes；　〃what　the　devil　are　you　thinking　about？〃

Gringoire　turned　to　him　with　a　melancholy　smile。

〃I　love　the　fire；　my　dear　lord。　　Not　for　the　trivial　reason　that　fire　warms　the　feet　or　cooks　our　soup；　but　because　it　has　sparks。　　Sometimes　I　pass　whole　hours　in　watching　the　sparks。　I　discover　a　thousand　things　in　those　stars　which　are　sprinkled　over　the　black　background　of　the　hearth。　　Those　stars　are　also　worlds。〃

〃Thunder；　if　I　understand　you！〃　said　the　outcast。　　〃Do　you　know　what　o'clock　it　is？〃

〃I　do　not　know；〃　replied　Gringoire。

Clopin　approached　the　Duke　of　Egypt。

〃Comrade　Mathias；　the　time　we　have　chosen　is　not　a　good　one。　　King　Louis　XI。　is　said　to　be　in　Paris。〃

〃Another　reason　for　snatching　our　sister　from　his　claws；〃　replied　the　old　Bohemian。

〃You　speak　like　a　man；　Mathias；〃　said　the　King　of　Thunes。　〃Moreover；　we　will　act　promptly。　　No　resistance　is　to　be　feared　in　the　church。　　The　canons　are　hares；　and　we　are　in　force。　　The　people　of　the　parliament　will　be　well　balked　to…morrow　when　they　come　to　seek　her！　　Guts　of　the　pope　I　don't　want　them　to　hang　the　pretty　girl！〃

Chopin　quitted　the　dram…shop。

Meanwhile；　Jehan　was　shouting　in　a　hoarse　voice：

〃I　eat；　I　drink；　I　am　drunk；　I　am　Jupiter！　　Eh！　　Pierre；　the　Slaughterer；　if　you　look　at　me　like　that　again；　I'll　fillip　the　dust　off　your　nose　for　you。〃

Gringoire；　torn　from　his　meditations；　began　to　watch　the　wild　and　noisy　scene　which　surrounded　him；　muttering　between　his　teeth：　〃~Luxuriosa　res　vinum　et　tumultuosa　ebrietas~。　Alas！　　what　good　reason　I　have　not　to　drink；　and　how　excellently　spoke　Saint…Benoit：　'~Vinum　apostatare　facit　etiam　sapientes！'〃

At　that　moment；　Clopin　returned　and　shouted　in　a　voice　of　thunder：　〃Midnight！〃

At　this　word；　which　produced　the　effect　of　the　call　to　boot　and　saddle　on　a　regiment　at　a　halt；　all　the　outcasts；　men；　women；　children；　rushed　in　a　mass　from　the　tavern；　with　great　noise　of　arms　and　old　iron　implements。

The　moon　was　obscured。

The　Cour　des　Miracles　was　entirely　dark。　　There　was　not　a　single　light。　　One　could　make　out　there　a　throng　of　men　and　women　conversing　in　low　tones。　　They　could　be　heard　buzzing；　and　a　gleam　of　all　sorts　of　weapons　was　visible　in　the　darkness。　　Clopin　mounted　a　large　stone。

〃To　your　ranks；　Argot！〃*　he　cried。　　〃Fall　into　line；　Egypt！　Form　ranks；　Galilee！〃


*　　Men　of　the　brotherhood　of　slang：　thieves。


A　movement　began　in　the　darkness。　　The　immense　multitude　appeared　to　form　in　a　column。　　After　a　few　minutes；　the　King　of　Thunes　raised　his　voice　once　more；

〃Now；　silence　to　march　through　Paris！　　The　password　is；　'Little　sword　in　pocket！'　The　torches　will　not　be　lighted　till　we　reach　Notre…Dame！　　Forward；　march！〃

Ten　minutes　later；　the　cavaliers　of　the　watch　fled　in　terror　before　a　long　procession　of　black　and　silent　men　which　was　descending　towards　the　Pont　an　Change；　through　the　tortuous　streets　which　pierce　the　close…built　neighborhood　of　the　markets　in　every　direction。




CHAPTER　IV。

AN　AWKWARD　FRIEND。



That　night；　Quasimodo　did　not　sleep。　　He　had　just　made　his　last　round　of　the　church。　　He　had　not　noticed；　that　at　the　moment　when　he　was　closing　the　doors；　the　archdeacon　had　passed　close　to　him　and　betrayed　some　displeasure　on　seeing　him　bolting　and　barring　with　care　the　enormous　iron　locks　which　gave　to　their　large　leaves　the　solidity　of　a　wall。　　Dom　Claude's　air　was　even　more　preoccupied　than　usual。　　Moreover；　since　the　nocturnal　adventure　in　the　cell；　he　had　constantly　abused　Quasimodo；　but　in　vain　did　he　ill　treat；　and　even　beat　him　occasionally；　nothing　disturbed　the　submission；　patience；　the　devoted　resignation　of　the　faithful　bellringer。　　He　endured　everything　on　the　part　of　the　archdeacon；　insults；　threats；　blows；　without　murmuring　a　complaint。　　At　the　most；　he　gazed　uneasily　after　Dom　Claude　when　the　latter　ascended　the　staircase　of　the　tower；　but　the　archdeacon　had　abstained　from　presenting　himself　again　before　the　gypsy's　eyes。

On　that　night；　accordingly；　Quasimodo；　after　having　cast　a　glance　at　his　poor　bells　which　he　so　neglected　now；　Jacqueline；　Marie；　and　Thibauld；　mounted　to　the　summit　of　the　Northern　tower；　and　there　setting　his　dark　lanturn；　well　closed；　upon　the　leads；　he　began　to　gaze　at　Paris。　　The　night；　as　we　have　already　said；　was　very　dark。　　Paris　which；　so　to　speak　was　not　lighted　at　that　epoch；　presented　to　the　eye　a　confused　collection　of　black　masses；　cut　here　and　there　by　the　whitish　curve　of　the　Seine。　　Quasimodo　no　longer　saw　any　light　with　the　exception　of　one　window　in　a　distant　edifice；　whose　vague　and　sombre　profile　was　outlined　well　above　the　roofs；　in　the　direction　of　the　Porte　Sainte…Antoine。　There　also；　there　was　some　one　awake。

As　the　only　eye　of　the　bellringer　peered　into　that　horizon　of　mist　and　night；　he　felt　within　him　an　inexpressible　uneasiness。　　For　several　days　he　had　been　upon　his　guard。　　He　had　perceived　men　of　sinister　mien；　who　never　took　their　eyes　from　the　young　girl's　asylum；　prowling　constantly　about　the　church。　　He　fancied　that　some　plot　might　be　in　process　of　formation　against　the　unhappy　refugee。　　He　imagined　that　there　existed　a　popular　hatred　against　her；　as　against　himself；　and　that　it　was　very　possible　that　something　might　happen　soon。　　Hence　he　remained　upon　his　tower　on　the　watch；　〃dreaming　in　his　dream…place；〃　as　Rabelais　says；　with　his　eye　directed　alternately　on　the　cell　and　on　Paris；　keeping　faithful　guard；　like　a　good　dog；　with　a　thousand　suspicions　in　his　mind。

All　at　once；　while　he　was　scrutinizing　the　great　city　with　that　eye　which　nature；　by　a　sort　of　compensation；　had　made　so　piercing　that　it　could　almost　supply　the　other　organs　which　Quasimodo　lacked；　it　seemed　to　him　that　there　was　something　singular　about　the　Quay　de　la　Vieille…Pelleterie；　that　there　was　a　movement　at　that　point；　that　the　line　of　the　parapet；　standing　out　blackly　against　the　whiteness　of　the　water　was　not　straight　and　tranquil；　like　that　of　the　other　quays；　but　that　it　undulated　to　the　eye；　like　the　waves　of　a　river；　or　like　the　heads　of　a　crowd　in　motion。

This　struck　him　as　strange。　　He　redoubled　his　attention。　The　movement　seemed　to　be　advancing　towards　the　City。　There　was　no　light。　　It　lasted　for　some　time　on　the　quay；　then　it　gradually　ceased；　as　though　that　which　was　passing　were　entering　the　interior　of　the　island；　then　it　stopped　altogether；　and　the　line　of　the　quay　became　straight　and　motionless　again。

At　the　moment　when　Quasimodo　was　lost　in　conjectures；　it　seemed　to　him　that　the　movement　had　re…appeared　in　the　Rue　du　Parvis；　which　is　prolonged　into　the　city　perpendicularly　to　the　fa？ade　of　Notre…Dame。　　At　length；　dense　as　was　the　darkness；　he　beheld　the　head　of　a　column　debouch　from　that　street；　and　in　an　instant　a　crowdof　which　nothing　could　be　distinguished　in　the　gloom　except　that　it　was　a　crowdspread　over　the　Place。

This　spectacle　had　a　terror　of　its　own。　　It　is　probable　that　this　singular　procession；　which　seemed　so　desirous　of　concealing　itself　under　profound　darkness；　maintained　a　silence　no　less　profound。　　Nevertheless；　some　noise　must　have　escaped　it；　were　it　only　a　trampling。　　But　this　noise　did　not　even　reach　our　deaf　man；　and　this　great　multitude；　of　which　he　saw　hardly　anything；　and　of　which　he　heard　nothing；　though　it　was　marching　and　moving　so　near　him；　produced　upon　him　the　effect　of　a　rabble　of　dead　men；　mute；　impalpable；　lost　in　a　smoke。　　It　seemed　to　him；　that　he　beheld　advan