Thegrandeurofhousesisassuredbytheintegrityofprerogatives。Notethis，friendOlivier。\"
Again，——
\"Oh！oh！\"saidhe，\"Whatalongmessage！Whatdothourbrothertheemperorclaim？\"Andrunninghiseyeoverthemissiveandbreakinghisreadingwithinterjection:
\"Surely！theGermansaresogreatandpowerful，thatitishardlycredible——Butletusnotforgettheoldproverb:’ThefinestcountyisFlanders；thefinestduchy，Milan；thefinestkingdom，France。’Isitnotso，MessieursFlemings？\"
ThistimeCoppenolebowedincompanywithGuillaumeRym。Thehosier’spatriotismwastickled。
ThelastdespatchmadeLouisXI。frown。
\"Whatisthis？\"besaid，\"ComplaintsandfaultfindingagainstourgarrisonsinPicardy！Olivier，writewithdiligencetoM。theMarshaldeRouault:——Thatdisciplineisrelaxed。
Thatthegendarmesoftheunattachedtroops，thefeudalnobles，thefreearchers，andtheSwissinflictinfiniteevilsontherustics——Thatthemilitary，notcontentwithwhattheyfindinthehousesoftherustics，constrainthemwithviolentblowsofcudgeloroflashtogoandgetwine，spices，andotherunreasonablethingsinthetown——Thatmonsieurthekingknowsthis。Thatweundertaketoguardourpeopleagainstinconveniences，larceniesandpillage——Thatsuchisourwill，byourLady！——Thatinaddition，itsuitsusnotthatanyfiddler，barber，oranysoldiervarletshouldbecladlikeaprince，invelvet，clothofsilk，andringsofgold——ThatthesevanitiesarehatefultoGod——Thatwe，whoaregentlemen，contentourselveswithadoubletofclothatsixteensolstheell，ofParis——Thatmessieursthecamp-followerscanverywellcomedowntothat，also——Commandandordain——ToMonsieurdeRouault，ourfriend——Good。\"
Hedictatedthisletteraloud，inafirmtone，andinjerks。
Atthemomentwhenhefinishedit，thedooropenedandgavepassagetoanewpersonage，whoprecipitatedhimselfintothechamber，cryinginaffright，——
\"Sire！sire！thereisaseditionofthepopulaceinParis！\"
LouisXI。’sgravefacecontracted；butallthatwasvisibleofhisemotionpassedawaylikeaflashoflightning。Hecontrolledhimselfandsaidwithtranquilseverity，——
\"GossipJacques，youenterveryabruptly！\"
\"Sire！sire！thereisarevolt！\"repeatedGossipJacquesbreathlessly。
Theking，whohadrisen，graspedhimroughlybythearm，andsaidinhisear，insuchamannerastobeheardbyhimalone，withconcentratedrageandasidelongglanceattheFlemings，——
\"Holdyourtongue！orspeaklow！\"
Thenewcomerunderstood，andbeganinalowtonetogiveaveryterrifiedaccount，towhichthekinglistenedcalmly，whileGuillaumeRymcalledCoppenole’sattentiontothefaceanddressofthenewarrival，tohisfurredcowl，~caputiafourrata~，hisshortcape，~epitogiacurta~，hisrobeofblackvelvet，whichbespokeapresidentofthecourtofaccounts。
Hardlyhadthispersonagegiventhekingsomeexplanations，whenLouisXI。exclaimed，burstingintoalaugh，——
\"Intruth？Speakaloud，GossipCoictier！Whatcallisthereforyoutotalksolow？OurLadyknoweththatweconcealnothingfromourgoodfriendstheFlemings。\"
\"Butsire……\"
\"Speakloud！\"
GossipCoictierwasstruckdumbwithsurprise。
\"So，\"resumedtheking，——\"speaksir，——thereisacommotionamongtheloutsinourgoodcityofParis？\"
\"Yes，sire。\"
\"Andwhichismovingyousay，againstmonsieurthebailiffofthePalais-de-Justice？\"
\"Soitappears，\"saidthegossip，whostillstammered，utterlyastoundedbytheabruptandinexplicablechangewhichhadjusttakenplaceintheking’sthoughts。
LouisXI。continued:\"Wheredidthewatchmeettherabble？\"
\"MarchingfromtheGrandTruanderie，towardsthePont-aux-
Changeurs。ImetitmyselfasIwasonmywayhithertoobeyyourmajesty’scommands。Iheardsomeofthemshouting:
’Downwiththebailiffofthepalace！’\"
\"Andwhatcomplaintshavetheyagainstthebailiff？\"
\"Ah！\"saidGossipJacques，\"becauseheistheirlord。\"
\"Really？\"
\"Yes，sire。TheyareknavesfromtheCour-des-Miracles。
Theyhavebeencomplainingthislongwhile，ofthebailiff，whosevassalstheyare。Theydonotwishtorecognizehimeitherasjudgeorasvoyer？\"*
*Oneinchargeofthehighways。
\"Yes，certainly！\"retortedthekingwithasmileofsatis-
factionwhichhestroveinvaintodisguise。
\"InalltheirpetitionstotheParliament，theyclaimtohavebuttwomasters。YourmajestyandtheirGod，whoisthedevil，Ibelieve。\"
\"Eh！eh！\"saidtheking。
Herubbedhishands，helaughedwiththatinwardmirthwhichmakesthecountenancebeam；hewasunabletodissimulatehisjoy，althoughheendeavoredatmomentstocomposehimself。Nooneunderstooditintheleast，notevenMasterOlivier。Heremainedsilentforamoment，withathoughtfulbutcontentedair。
\"Aretheyinforce？\"hesuddenlyinquired。
\"Yes，assuredly，sire，\"repliedGossipJacques。
\"Howmany？\"
\"Sixthousandattheleast。\"
Thekingcouldnotrefrainfromsaying:\"Good！\"hewenton，——
\"Aretheyarmed？\"
\"Withscythes，pikes，hackbuts，pickaxes。Allsortsofveryviolentweapons。\"
Thekingdidnotappearintheleastdisturbedbythislist。
Jacquesconsideredithisdutytoadd，——
\"Ifyourmajestydoesnotsendpromptsuccortothebailiff，heislost。\"
\"Wewillsend，\"saidthekingwithanairoffalseseriousness。
\"Itiswell。Assuredlywewillsend。Monsieurthebailiffisourfriend。Sixthousand！Theyaredesperatescamps！
Theiraudacityismarvellous，andwearegreatlyenragedatit。
Butwehaveonlyafewpeopleaboutusto-night。To-morrowmorningwillbetimeenough。\"
GossipJacquesexclaimed，\"Instantly，sire！therewillbetimetosackthebailiwickascoreoftimes，toviolatetheseignory，tohangthebailiff。ForGod’ssake，sire！sendbeforeto-morrowmorning。\"
Thekinglookedhimfullintheface。\"Ihavetoldyouto-morrowmorning。\"
ItwasoneOfthoselookstowhichonedoesnotreply。
Afterasilence，LouisXI。raisedhisvoiceoncemore，——
\"Youshouldknowthat，GossipJacques。Whatwas——\"
Hecorrectedhimself。\"Whatisthebailiff’sfeudaljurisdiction？\"
\"Sire，thebailiffofthepalacehastheRueCalendreasfarastheRuedel’Herberie，thePlaceSaint-Michel，andthelocalitiesvulgarlyknownastheMureaux，situatednearthechurchofNotre-DamedesChampshereLouisXI。raisedthebrimofhishat，whichhotelsnumberthirteen，plustheCourdesMiracles，plustheMaladerie，calledtheBanlieue，plusthewholehighwaywhichbeginsatthatMaladerieandendsatthePorteSainte-Jacques。Ofthesediversplacesheisvoyer，high，middle，andlow，justiciary，fullseigneur。\"
\"Blessme！\"saidtheking，scratchinghisleftearwithhisrighthand，\"thatmakesagoodlybitofmycity！Ah！monsieurthebailiffwaskingofallthat。\"
Thistimehedidnotcorrecthimself。Hecontinueddreamily，andasthoughspeakingtohimself，——
\"Veryfine，monsieurthebailiff！YouhadtherebetweenyourteethaprettysliceofourParis。\"
Allatoncehebrokeoutexplosively，\"~Pasque-Dieu~！\"
Whatpeoplearethosewhoclaimtobevoyers，justiciaries，lordsandmastersinourdomains？whohavetheirtollgatesattheendofeveryfield？theirgallowsandtheirhangmanateverycross-roadamongourpeople？SothatastheGreekbelievedthathehadasmanygodsastherewerefountains，andthePersianasmanyashebeheldstars，theFrenchmancountsasmanykingsasheseesgibbets！Pardieu！’tisanevilthing，andtheconfusionofitdispleasesme。IshouldgreatlyliketoknowwhetheritbethemercyofGodthatthereshouldbeinParisanyotherlordthantheking，anyotherjudgethanourparliament，anyotheremperorthanourselvesinthisempire！Bythefaithofmysoul！thedaymustcertainlycomewhenthereshallexistinFrancebutoneking，onelord，onejudge，oneheadsman，asthereisinparadisebutoneGod！\"
Heliftedhiscapagain，andcontinued，stilldreamily，withtheairandaccentofahunterwhoischeeringonhispackofhounds:\"Good，mypeople！bravelydone！breakthesefalselords！doyourduty！atthem！haveatthem！pillagethem！
takethem！sackthem！……Ah！youwanttobekings，messeigneurs？
On，mypeopleon！\"
Hereheinterruptedhimselfabruptly，bithislipsasthoughtotakebackhisthoughtwhichhadalreadyhalfescaped，benthispiercingeyesinturnoneachofthefivepersonswhosurroundedhim，andsuddenlygraspinghishatwithbothhandsandstaringfullatit，hesaidtoit:\"Oh！I
wouldburnyouifyouknewwhattherewasinmyhead。\"
Thencastingabouthimoncemorethecautiousanduneasyglanceofthefoxre-enteringhishole，——
\"Nomatter！wewillsuccormonsieurthebailiff。
Unfortunately，wehavebutfewtroopshereatthepresentmoment，againstsogreatapopulace。Wemustwaituntilto-morrow。
TheorderwillbetransmittedtotheCityandeveryonewhoiscaughtwillbeimmediatelyhung。\"
\"Bytheway，sire，\"saidGossipCoictier，\"Ihadforgottenthatinthefirstagitation，thewatchhaveseizedtwolaggardsoftheband。Ifyourmajestydesirestoseethesemen，theyarehere。\"
\"IfIdesiretoseethem！\"criedtheking。\"What！~Pasque-
Dieu~！Youforgetathinglikethat！Runquick，you，Olivier！
Go，seekthem！\"
MasterOlivierquittedtheroomandreturnedamomentlaterwiththetwoprisoners，surroundedbyarchersoftheguard。Thefirsthadacoarse，idiotic，drunkenandastonishedface。Hewasclothedinrags，andwalkedwithonekneebentanddragginghisleg。Thesecondhadapallidandsmilingcountenance，withwhichthereaderisalreadyacquainted。
Thekingsurveyedthemforamomentwithoututteringaword，thenaddressingthefirstoneabruptly，——
\"What’syourname？\"
\"GieffroyPincebourde。\"
\"Yourtrade。\"
\"Outcast。\"
\"Whatwereyougoingtodointhisdamnablesedition？\"
Theoutcaststaredattheking，andswunghisarmswithastupidair。
Hehadoneofthoseawkwardlyshapedheadswhereintelligenceisaboutasmuchatitseaseasalightbeneathanextinguisher。
\"Iknownot，\"saidhe。\"Theywent，Iwent。\"
\"Wereyounotgoingtooutrageouslyattackandpillageyourlord，thebailiffofthepalace？\"
\"Iknowthattheyweregoingtotakesomethingfromsomeone。
Thatisall。\"
Asoldierpointedouttothekingabillhookwhichhehadseizedonthepersonofthevagabond。
\"Doyourecognizethisweapon？\"demandedtheking。
\"Yes；’tismybillhook；Iamavine-dresser。\"
\"Anddoyourecognizethismanasyourcompanion？\"
addedLouisXI。，pointingtotheotherprisoner。
\"No，Idonotknowhim。\"
\"Thatwilldo，\"saidtheking，makingasignwithhisfingertothesilentpersonagewhostoodmotionlessbesidethedoor，towhomwehavealreadycalledthereader’sattention。
\"GossipTristan，hereisamanforyou。\"
Tristanl’Hermitebowed。Hegaveanorderinalowvoicetotwoarchers，wholedawaythepoorvagabond。
Inthemeantime，thekinghadapproachedthesecondprisoner，whowasperspiringingreatdrops:\"Yourname？\"
\"Sire，PierreGringoire。\"
\"Yourtrade？\"
\"Philosopher，sire。\"
\"Howdoyoupermityourself，knave，togoandbesiegeourfriend，monsieurthebailiffofthepalace，andwhathaveyoutosayconcerningthispopularagitation？\"
\"Sire，Ihadnothingtodowithit。\"
\"Come，now！youwantonwretch，werenotyouapprehendedbythewatchinthatbadcompany？\"
\"No，sire，thereisamistake。’Tisafatality。Imaketragedies。Sire，Ientreatyourmajestytolistentome。I
amapoet。’Tisthemelancholywayofmenofmyprofessiontoroamthestreetsbynight。Iwaspassingthere。Itwasmerechance。Iwasunjustlyarrested；Iaminnocentofthisciviltempest。Yourmajestyseesthatthevagabonddidnotrecognizeme。Iconjureyourmajesty——\"
\"Holdyourtongue！\"saidtheking，betweentwoswallowsofhisptisan。\"Yousplitourhead！\"
Tristanl’HermiteadvancedandpointingtoGringoire，——
\"Sire，canthisonebehangedalso？\"
Thiswasthefirstwordthathehaduttered。
\"Phew！\"repliedtheking，\"Iseenoobjection。\"
\"Iseeagreatmany！\"saidGringoire。
Atthatmoment，ourphilosopherwasgreenerthananolive。
Heperceivedfromtheking’scoldandindifferentmienthattherewasnootherresourcethansomethingverypathetic，andheflunghimselfatthefeetofLouisXI。，exclaiming，withgesturesofdespair:——
\"Sire！willyourmajestydeigntohearme。Sire！breaknotinthunderoversosmallathingasmyself。God’sgreatlightningdothnotbombardalettuce。Sire，youareanaugustand，verypuissantmonarch；havepityonapoormanwhoishonest，andwhowouldfinditmoredifficulttostiruparevoltthanacakeoficewouldtogiveoutaspark！Verygracioussire，kindnessisthevirtueofalionandaking。
Alas！rigoronlyfrightensminds；theimpetuousgustsofthenorthwinddonotmakethetravellerlayasidehiscloak；
thesun，bestowinghisrayslittlebylittle，warmshiminsuchwaysthatitwillmakehimstriptohisshirt。Sire，youarethesun。Iprotesttoyou，mysovereignlordandmaster，thatIamnotanoutcast，thief，anddisorderlyfellow。RevoltandbrigandagebelongnottotheoutfitofApollo。Iamnotthemantoflingmyselfintothosecloudswhichbreakoutintoseditiousclamor。Iamyourmajesty’sfaithfulvassal。Thatsamejealousywhichahusbandcherishethforthehonorofhiswife，theresentmentwhichthesonhathfortheloveofhisfather，agoodvassalshouldfeelforthegloryofhisking；
heshouldpineawayforthezealofthishouse，fortheaggrandizementofhisservice。Everyotherpassionwhichshouldtransporthimwouldbebutmadness。These，sire，aremymaximsofstate:thendonotjudgemetobeaseditiousandthievingrascalbecausemygarmentiswornattheelbows。Ifyouwillgrantmemercy，sire，IwillwearitoutonthekneesinprayingtoGodforyounightandmorning！Alas！Iamnotextremelyrich，’tistrue。Iamevenratherpoor。Butnotviciousonthataccount。Itisnotmyfault。Everyoneknoweththatgreatwealthisnottobedrawnfromliterature，andthatthosewhoarebestpostedingoodbooksdonotalwayshaveagreatfireinwinter。Theadvocate’stradetakethallthegrain，andleavethonlystrawtotheotherscientificprofessions。Therearefortyveryexcellentproverbsanentthehole-riddencloakofthephilosopher。Oh，sire！
clemencyistheonlylightwhichcanenlightentheinteriorofsogreatasoul。Clemencybeareththetorchbeforealltheothervirtues。WithoutittheyarebutblindmengropingafterGodinthedark。Compassion，whichisthesamethingasclemency，causeththeloveofsubjects，whichisthemostpowerfulbodyguardtoaprince。Whatmattersittoyourmajesty，whodazzlesallfaces，ifthereisonepoormanmoreonearth，apoorinnocentphilosophersplutteringamidtheshadowsofcalamity，withanemptypocketwhichresoundsagainsthishollowbelly？Moreover，sire，Iamamanofletters。Greatkingsmakeapearlfortheircrownsbyprotectingletters。HerculesdidnotdisdainthetitleofMusagetes。
MathiasCorvinfavoredJeandeMonroyal，theornamentofmathematics。Now，’tisanillwaytoprotectletterstohangmenofletters。WhatastainonAlexanderifhehadhungAristoteles！Thisactwouldnotbealittlepatchonthefaceofhisreputationtoembellishit，butaverymalignantulcertodisfigureit。Sire！ImadeaveryproperepithalamiumforMademoiselleofFlandersandMonseigneurtheveryaugustDauphin。Thatisnotafirebrandofrebellion。YourmajestyseesthatIamnotascribblerofnoreputation，thatIhavestudiedexcellentlywell，andthatIpossessmuchnaturaleloquence。Havemercyuponme，sire！InsodoingyouwillperformagallantdeedtoourLady，andIsweartoyouthatIamgreatlyterrifiedattheideaofbeinghanged！\"
Sosaying，theunhappyGringoirekissedtheking’sslippers，andGuillaumeRymsaidtoCoppenoleinalowtone:\"Hedothwelltodraghimselfontheearth。KingsareliketheJupiterofCrete，theyhaveearsonlyintheirfeet。\"AndwithouttroublinghimselfabouttheJupiterofCrete，thehosierrepliedwithaheavysmile，andhiseyesfixedonGringoire:\"Oh！that’sitexactly！IseemtohearChancellorHugonetcravingmercyofme。\"
WhenGringoirepausedatlast，quiteoutofbreath，heraisedhisheadtremblinglytowardstheking，whowasengagedinscratchingaspotonthekneeofhisbreecheswithhisfinger-
nail；thenhismajestybegantodrinkfromthegobletofptisan。Butheutterednotaword，andthissilencetorturedGringoire。Atlastthekinglookedathim。\"Hereisaterriblebawler！\"said，he。Then，turningtoTristanl’Hermite，\"Bali！lethimgo！\"
Gringoirefellbackwards，quitethunderstruckwithjoy。
\"Atliberty！\"growledTristan\"Dothnotyourmajestywishtohavehimdetainedalittlewhileinacage？\"
\"Gossip，\"retortedLouisXI。，\"thinkyouthat’tisforbirdsofthisfeatherthatwecausetobemadecagesatthreehundredandsixty-sevenlivres，eightsous，threedeniersapiece？
Releasehimatonce，thewantonLouisXI。wasfondofthiswordwhichformed，with~Pasque-Dieu~，thefoundationofhisjoviality，andputhimoutwithabuffet。\"
\"Ugh！\"criedGringoire，\"whatagreatkingishere！\"
Andforfearofacounterorder，herushedtowardsthedoor，whichTristanopenedforhimwithaverybadgrace。Thesoldierslefttheroomwithhim，pushinghimbeforethemwithstoutthwacks，whichGringoireborelikeatruestoicalphilosopher。
Theking’sgoodhumorsincetherevoltagainstthebailiffhadbeenannouncedtohim，madeitselfapparentineveryway。Thisunwontedclemencywasnosmallsignofit。Tristanl’Hermiteinhiscornerworethesurlylookofadogwhohashadabonesnatchedawayfromhim。
Meanwhile，thekingthrummedgaylywithhisfingersonthearmofhischair，theMarchofPont-Audemer。Hewasadissemblingprince，butonewhounderstoodfarbetterhowtohidehistroublesthanhisjoys。Theseexternalmanifestationsofjoyatanygoodnewssometimesproceededtoverygreatlengthsthus，onthedeath，ofCharlestheBold，tothepointofvowingsilverbalustradestoSaintMartinofTours；
onhisadventtothethrone，sofarasforgettingtoorderhisfather’sobsequies。
\"Hé！sire！\"suddenlyexclaimedJacquesCoictier，\"whathasbecomeoftheacuteattackofillnessforwhichyourmajestyhadmesummoned？\"
\"Oh！\"saidtheking，\"Ireallysuffergreatly，mygossip。
Thereisahissinginmyearandfieryrakesrackmychest。\"
Coictiertooktheking’shand，andbeguntofeelofhispulsewithaknowingair。
\"Look，Coppenole，\"saidRym，inalowvoice。\"BeholdhimbetweenCoictierandTristan。Theyarehiswholecourt。
Aphysicianforhimself，aheadsmanforothers。\"
Ashefelttheking’spulse，Coictierassumedanairofgreaterandgreateralarm。LouisXI。watchedhimwithsomeanxiety。Coictiergrewvisiblymoregloomy。Thebravemanhadnootherfarmthantheking’sbadhealth。Hespeculatedonittothebestofhisability。
\"Oh！oh！\"hemurmuredatlength，\"thisisseriousindeed。\"
\"Isitnot？\"saidtheking，uneasily。
\"~Pulsuscreber，anhelans，crepitans，irregularis~，\"continuedtheleech。
\"~Pasque-Dieu~！\"
\"Thismaycarryoffitsmaninlessthanthreedays。\"
\"OurLady！\"exclaimedtheking。\"Andtheremedy，gossip？\"
\"Iammeditatinguponthat，sire。\"
HemadeLouisXI。putouthistongue，shookhishead，madeagrimace，andintheverymidstoftheseaffectations，——
\"Pardieu，sire，\"hesuddenlysaid，\"Imusttellyouthatthereisareceivershipoftheroyalprerogativesvacant，andthatIhaveanephew。\"
\"Igivethereceivershiptoyournephew，GossipJacques，\"
repliedtheking；\"butdrawthisfirefrommybreast。\"
\"Sinceyourmajestyissoclement，\"repliedtheleech，\"youwillnotrefusetoaidmealittleinbuildingmyhouse，RueSaint-André-des-Arcs。\"
\"Heugh！\"saidtheking。
\"Iamattheendofmyfinances，\"pursuedthedoctor；
anditwouldreallybeapitythatthehouseshouldnothavearoof；notonaccountofthehouse，whichissimpleandthoroughlybourgeois，butbecauseofthepaintingsofJehanFourbault，whichadornitswainscoating。ThereisaDianaflyingintheair，butsoexcellent，sotender，sodelicate，ofsoingenuousanaction，herhairsowellcoiffedandadornedwithacrescent，herfleshsowhite，thatsheleadsintotemptationthosewhoregardhertoocuriously。ThereisalsoaCeres。
Sheisanotherveryfairdivinity。Sheisseatedonsheavesofwheatandcrownedwithagallantgarlandofwheatearsinterlacedwithsalsifyandotherflowers。Neverwereseenmoreamorouseyes，moreroundedlimbs，anoblerair，oramoregracefullyflowingskirt。Sheisoneofthemostinnocentandmostperfectbeautieswhomthebrushhaseverproduced。\"
\"Executioner！\"grumbledLouisXI。，\"whatareyoudrivingat？\"
\"Imusthavearoofforthesepaintings，sire，and，although’tisbutasmallmatter，Ihavenomoremoney。\"
\"Howmuchdothyourroofcost？\"
\"Whyaroofofcopper，embellishedandgilt，twothousandlivresatthemost。\"
\"Ah，assassin！\"criedtheking，\"Heneverdrawsoutoneofmyteethwhichisnotadiamond。\"
\"AmItohavemyroof？\"saidCoictier。
\"Yes；andgotothedevil，butcureme。\"
JacquesCoictierbowedlowandsaid，——
\"Sire，itisarepellentwhichwillsaveyou。Wewillapplytoyourloinsthegreatdefensivecomposedofcerate，Armenianbole，whiteofegg，oil，andvinegar。Youwillcontinueyourptisanandwewillanswerforyourmajesty。\"
Aburningcandledoesnotattractonegnatalone。MasterOlivier，perceivingthekingtobeinaliberalmood，andjudgingthemomenttobepropitious，approachedinhisturn。
\"Sire——\"
\"Whatisitnow？\"saidLouisXI。
\"Sire，yourmajestyknoweththatSimonRadinisdead？\"
\"Well？\"
\"Hewascouncillortothekinginthematterofthecourtsofthetreasury。\"
\"Well？\"
\"Sire，hisplaceisvacant。\"
Ashespokethus，MasterOlivier’shaughtyfacequitteditsarrogantexpressionforalowlyone。Itistheonlychangewhichevertakesplaceinacourtier’svisage。Thekinglookedhimwellinthefaceandsaidinadrytone，——\"I
understand。\"
Heresumed，\"MasterOlivier，theMarshaldeBoucicautwaswonttosay，’There’snomastersavetheking，therearenofishessaveinthesea。’IseethatyouagreewithMonsieurdeBoucicaut。
Nowlistentothis；wehaveagoodmemory。In’68
wemadeyouvaletofourchamber:in’69，guardianofthefortressofthebridgeofSaint-Cloud，atahundredlivresofTournayinwagesyouwantedthemofParis。InNovember，’73，bylettersgiventoGergeole，weinstitutedyoukeeperoftheWoodofVincennes，intheplaceofGilbertAcle，equerry；in’75，gruyer*oftheforestofRouvray-lez-
Saint-Cloud，intheplaceofJacquesleMaire；in’78，wegraciouslysettledonyou，byletterspatentsealeddoublywithgreenwax，anincomeoftenlivresparisis，foryouandyourwife，onthePlaceoftheMerchants，situatedattheSchoolSaint-Germain；in’79，wemadeyougruyeroftheforestofSenart，inplaceofthatpoorJehanDaiz；thencaptainoftheChateauofLoches；thengovernorofSaint-
Quentin；thencaptainofthebridgeofMeulan，ofwhichyoucauseyourselftobecalledcomte。Outofthefivesolsfinepaidbyeverybarberwhoshavesonafestivalday，therearethreesolsforyouandwehavetherest。WehavebeengoodenoughtochangeyournameofLeMauvaisTheEvil，whichresembledyourfacetooclosely。In’76，wegrantedyou，tothegreatdispleasureofournobility，armorialbearingsofathousandcolors，whichgiveyouthebreastofapeacock。~Pasque-Dieu~！Arenotyousurfeited？Isnotthedraughtoffishessufficientlyfineandmiraculous？Areyounotafraidthatonesalmonmorewillmakeyourboatsink？
Pridewillbeyourruin，gossip。Ruinanddisgracealwayspresshardontheheelsofpride。Considerthisandholdyourtongue。\"
*Alordhavingarightonthewoodsofhisvassals。
Thesewords，utteredwithseverity，madeMasterOlivier’sfacereverttoitsinsolence。
\"Good！\"hemuttered，almostaloud，\"’tiseasytoseethatthekingisillto-day；hegivethalltotheleech。\"
LouisXI。farfrombeingirritatedbythispetulantinsult，resumedwithsomegentleness，\"Stay，IwasforgettingthatI
madeyoumyambassadortoMadameMarie，atGhent。Yes，gentlemen，\"addedthekingturningtotheFlemings，\"thismanhathbeenanambassador。There，mygossip，\"hepursued，addressingMasterOlivier，\"letusnotgetangry；weareoldfriends。’Tisverylate。Wehaveterminatedourlabors。Shaveme。\"
Ourreadershavenot，withoutdoubt，waiteduntilthepresentmomenttorecognizeinMasterOlivierthatterribleFigarowhomProvidence，thegreatmakerofdramas，mingledsoartisticallyinthelongandbloodycomedyofthereignofLouisXI。Wewillnothereundertaketodevelopthatsingularfigure。Thisbarberofthekinghadthreenames。AtcourthewaspolitelycalledOlivierleDaimtheDeer；
amongthepeopleOliviertheDevil。HisrealnamewasOlivierleMauvais。
Accordingly，OlivierleMauvaisremainedmotionless，sulkingattheking，andglancingaskanceatJacquesCoictier。
\"Yes，yes，thephysician！\"hesaidbetweenhisteeth。
\"Ah，yes，thephysician！\"retortedLouisXI。，withsingulargoodhumor；\"thephysicianhasmorecreditthanyou。
’Tisverysimple；hehastakenholduponusbythewholebody，andyouholdusonlybythechin。Come，mypoorbarber，allwillcomeright。WhatwouldyousayandwhatwouldbecomeofyourofficeifIwereakinglikeChilperic，whosegestureconsistedinholdinghisbeardinonehand？
Come，gossipmine，fulfilyouroffice，shaveme。Gogetwhatyouneedtherefor。\"
Olivierperceivingthatthekinghadmadeuphismindtolaugh，andthattherewasnowayofevenannoyinghim，wentoffgrumblingtoexecutehisorders。
Thekingrose，approachedthewindow，andsuddenlyopeningitwithextraordinaryagitation，——
\"Oh！yes！\"heexclaimed，clappinghishands，\"yonderisarednessintheskyovertheCity。’Tisthebailiffburning。
Itcanbenothingelsebutthat。Ah！mygoodpeople！hereyouareaidingmeatlastintearingdowntherightsoflordship！\"
ThenturningtowardstheFlemings:\"Come，lookatthis，gentlemen。Isitnotafirewhichglowethyonder？\"
ThetwomenofGhentdrewnear。
\"Agreatfire，\"saidGuillaumeRym。
\"Oh！\"exclaimedCoppenole，whoseeyessuddenlyflashed，\"thatremindsmeoftheburningofthehouseoftheSeigneurd’Hymbercourt。Theremustbeagoodlyrevoltyonder。\"
\"Youthinkso，MasterCoppenole？\"AndLouisXI。’sglancewasalmostasjoyousasthatofthehosier。\"Willitnotbedifficulttoresist？\"
\"CrossofGod！Sire！Yourmajestywilldamagemanycompaniesofmenofwarthereon。\"
\"Ah！I！’tisdifferent，\"returnedtheking。\"IfIwilled。\"
Thehosierrepliedhardily，——
\"IfthisrevoltbewhatIsuppose，sire，youmightwillinvain。\"
\"Gossip，\"saidLouisXI。，\"withthetwocompaniesofmyunattachedtroopsandonedischargeofaserpentine，shortworkismadeofapopulaceoflouts。\"
Thehosier，inspiteofthesignsmadetohimbyGuillaumeRym，appeareddeterminedtoholdhisownagainsttheking。
\"Sire，theSwisswerealsolouts。MonsieurtheDukeofBurgundywasagreatgentleman，andheturneduphisnoseatthatrabblerout。AtthebattleofGrandson，sire，hecried:’Menofthecannon！Fireonthevillains！’andhesworebySaint-George。ButAdvoyerScharnachtalhurledhimselfonthehandsomedukewithhisbattle-clubandhispeople，andwhentheglitteringBurgundianarmycameincontactwiththesepeasantsinbullhides，itflewinpieceslikeapaneofglassattheblowofapebble。Manylordswerethenslainbylow-bornknaves；andMonsieurdeChateau-Guyon，thegreatestseigneurinBurgundy，wasfounddead，withhisgrayhorse，inalittlemarshmeadow。\"
\"Friend，\"returnedtheking，\"youarespeakingofabattle。
Thequestionhereisofamutiny。AndIwillgaintheupperhandofitassoonasitshallpleasemetofrown。\"
Theotherrepliedindifferently，——
\"Thatmaybe，sire；inthatcase，’tisbecausethepeople’shourhathnotyetcome。\"
GuillaumeRymconsidereditincumbentonhimtointervene，——
\"MasterCoppenole，youarespeakingtoapuissantking。\"
\"Iknowit，\"repliedthehosier，gravely。
\"Lethimspeak，MonsieurRym，myfriend，\"saidtheking；
\"Ilovethisfranknessofspeech。Myfather，CharlestheSeventh，wasaccustomedtosaythatthetruthwasailing；I
thoughtherdead，andthatshehadfoundnoconfessor。MasterCoppenoleundeceivethme。\"
Then，layinghishandfamiliarlyonCoppenole’sshoulder，——
\"Youweresaying，MasterJacques？\"
\"Isay，sire，thatyoumaypossiblybeintheright，thatthehourofthepeoplemaynotyethavecomewithyou。\"
LouisXI。gazedathimwithhispenetratingeye，——
\"Andwhenwillthathourcome，master？\"
\"Youwillhearitstrike。\"
\"Onwhatclock，ifyouplease？\"
Coppenole，withhistranquilandrusticcountenance，madethekingapproachthewindow。
\"Listen，sire！Thereishereadonjonkeep，abelfry，cannons，bourgeois，soldiers；whenthebelfryshallhum，whenthecannonsshallroar，whenthedonjonshallfallinruinsamidgreatnoise，whenbourgeoisandsoldiersshallhowlandslayeachother，thehourwillstrike。\"
Louis’sfacegrewsombreanddreamy。Heremainedsilentforamoment，thenhegentlypattedwithhishandthethickwallofthedonjon，asonestrokesthehaunchesofasteed。
\"Oh！no！\"saidhe。\"Youwillnotcrumblesoeasily，willyou，mygoodBastille？\"
AndturningwithanabruptgesturetowardsthesturdyFleming，——
\"Haveyouneverseenarevolt，MasterJacques？\"
\"Ihavemadethem，\"saidthehosier。
\"Howdoyousettoworktomakearevolt？\"saidtheking。
\"Ah！\"repliedCoppenole，\"’tisnotverydifficult。Thereareahundredways。Inthefirstplace，theremustbediscontentinthecity。Thethingisnotuncommon。Andthen，thecharacteroftheinhabitants。ThoseofGhentareeasytostirintorevolt。Theyalwayslovetheprince’sson；theprince，never。Well！Onemorning，Iwillsuppose，someoneentersmyshop，andsaystome:’FatherCoppenole，thereisthisandthereisthat，theDemoiselleofFlanderswishestosaveherministers，thegrandbailiffisdoublingtheimpostonshagreen，orsomethingelse，’——whatyouwill。Ileavemyworkasitstands，Icomeoutofmyhosier’sstall，andIshout:
’Tothesack？’Thereisalwayssomesmashedcaskathand。
Imountit，andIsayaloud，inthefirstwordsthatoccurtome，whatIhaveonmyheart；andwhenoneisofthepeople，sire，onealwayshassomethingontheheart:Thenpeopletroopup，theyshout，theyringthealarmbell，theyarmtheloutswithwhattheytakefromthesoldiers，themarketpeoplejoinin，andtheysetout。Anditwillalwaysbethus，solongastherearelordsintheseignories，bourgeoisinthebourgs，andpeasantsinthecountry。\"
\"Andagainstwhomdoyouthusrebel？\"inquiredtheking；
\"againstyourbailiffs？againstyourlords？\"
\"Sometimes；thatdepends。Againsttheduke，also，sometimes。\"
LouisXI。returnedandseatedhimself，saying，withasmile，——
\"Ah！heretheyhaveonlygotasfarasthebailiffs。\"
AtthatinstantOlivierleDaimreturned。Hewasfollowedbytwopages，whoboretheking’stoiletarticles；butwhatstruckLouisXI。wasthathewasalsoaccompaniedbytheprovostofParisandthechevalierofthewatch，whoappearedtobeinconsternation。Thespitefulbarberalsoworeanairofconsternation，whichwasoneofcontentmentbeneath，however。
Itwashewhospokefirst。
\"Sire，Iaskyourmajesty’spardonforthecalamitousnewswhichIbring。\"
Thekingturnedquicklyandgrazedthematonthefloorwiththefeetofhischair，——
\"Whatdoesthismean？\"
\"Sire，\"resumedOlivierleDaim，withthemaliciousairofamanwhorejoicesthatheisabouttodealaviolentblow，\"’tisnotagainstthebailiffofthecourtsthatthispopularseditionisdirected。\"
\"Againstwhom，then？\"
\"Againstyou，sire？’
Theagedkingroseerectandstraightasayoungman，——
\"Explainyourself，Olivier！Andguardyourheadwell，gossip；forIsweartoyoubythecrossofSaint-L？that，ifyoulietousatthishour，theswordwhichseveredtheheadofMonsieurdeLuxembourgisnotsonotchedthatitcannotyetseveryours！\"
Theoathwasformidable；LouisXI。hadonlysworntwiceinthecourseofhislifebythecrossofSaint-L？。
Olivieropenedhismouthtoreply。
\"Sire——\"
\"Onyourknees！\"interruptedthekingviolently。\"Tristan，haveaneyetothisman。\"
Olivierkneltdownandsaidcoldly，——
\"Sire，asorceresswascondemnedtodeathbyyourcourtofparliament。ShetookrefugeinNotre-Dame。Thepeoplearetryingtotakeherfromthencebymainforce。Monsieurtheprovostandmonsieurthechevalierofthewatch，whohavejustcomefromtheriot，areheretogivemethelieifthisisnotthetruth。ThepopulaceisbesiegingNotre-Dame。\"
\"Yes，indeed！\"saidthekinginalowvoice，allpaleandtremblingwithwrath。\"Notre-Dame！TheylaysiegetoourLady，mygoodmistressinhercathedral！——Rise，Olivier。
Youareright。IgiveyouSimonRadin’scharge。Youareright。’TisIwhomtheyareattacking。Thewitchisundertheprotectionofthischurch，thechurchisundermyprotection。
AndIthoughtthattheywereactingagainstthebailiff！
’Tisagainstmyself！\"
Then，renderedyoungbyfury，hebegantowalkupanddownwithlongstrides。Henolongerlaughed，hewasterrible，hewentandcame；thefoxwaschangedintoahyaena。
Heseemedsuffocatedtosuchadegreethathecouldnotspeak；hislipsmoved，andhisfleshlessfistswereclenched。
Allatonceheraisedhishead，hisholloweyeappearedfulloflight，andhisvoiceburstforthlikeaclarion:\"Downwiththem，Tristan！Aheavyhandfortheserascals！Go，Tristan，myfriend！slay！slay！\"
Thiseruptionhavingpassed，hereturnedtohisseat，andsaidwithcoldandconcentratedwrath，——
\"Here，Tristan！ThereareherewithusintheBastillethefiftylancesoftheVicomtedeGif，whichmakesthreehundredhorse:youwilltakethem。ThereisalsothecompanyofourunattachedarchersofMonsieurdeChateaupers:youwilltakeit。Youareprovostofthemarshals；youhavethemenofyourprovostship:youwilltakethem。AttheH？telSaint-Polyouwillfindfortyarchersofmonsieurthedauphin’snewguard:youwilltakethem。And，withallthese，youwillhastentoNotre-Dame。Ah！messieurs，loutsofParis，doyouflingyourselvesthusagainstthecrownofFrance，thesanctityofNotre-Dame，andthepeaceofthiscommonwealth！Exterminate，Tristan！exterminate！andletnotasingleoneescape，exceptitbeforMontfau？on。\"
Tristanbowed。\"’Tiswell，sire。\"
Headded，afterasilence，\"AndwhatshallIdowiththesorceress？\"
Thisquestioncausedthekingtomeditate。
\"Ah！\"saidhe，\"thesorceress！Monsieurd’Estouteville，whatdidthepeoplewishtodowithher？\"
\"Sire，\"repliedtheprovostofParis，\"IimaginethatsincethepopulacehascometotearherfromherasyluminNotre-
Dame，’tisbecausethatimpunitywoundsthem，andtheydesiretohangher。\"
Thekingappearedtoreflectdeeply:then，addressingTristanl’Hermite，\"Well！gossip，exterminatethepeopleandhangthesorceress。\"
\"That’sit，\"saidRyminalowtonetoCoppenole，\"punishthepeopleforwillingathing，andthendowhattheywish。\"
\"Enough，sire，\"repliedTristan。\"IfthesorceressisstillinNotre-Dame，mustshebeseizedinspiteofthesanctuary？\"
\"~Pasque-Dieu~！thesanctuary！\"saidtheking，scratchinghisear。\"Butthewomanmustbehung，nevertheless。\"
Here，asthoughseizedwithasuddenidea，heflunghimselfonhiskneesbeforehischair，tookoffhishat，placeditontheseat，andgazingdevoutlyatoneoftheleadenamuletswhichloadeditdown，\"Oh！\"saidhe，withclaspedhands，\"ourLadyofParis，mygraciouspatroness，pardonme。Iwillonlydoitthisonce。Thiscriminalmustbepunished。Iassureyou，madamethevirgin，mygoodmistress，thatsheisasorceresswhoisnotworthyofyouramiableprotection。
Youknow，madame，thatmanyverypiousprinceshaveoversteppedtheprivilegesofthechurchesforthegloryofGodandthenecessitiesoftheState。SaintHugues，bishopofEngland，permittedKingEdwardtohangawitchinhischurch。Saint-LouisofFrance，mymaster，transgressed，withthesameobject，thechurchofMonsieurSaint-Paul；andMonsieurAlphonse，sonofthekingofJerusalem，theverychurchoftheHolySepulchre。Pardonme，then，forthisonce。OurLadyofParis，Iwillneverdosoagain，andIwillgiveyouafinestatueofsilver，liketheonewhichIgavelastyeartoOurLadyofEcouys。Sobeit。\"
Hemadethesignofthecross，rose，donnedhishatoncemore，andsaidtoTristan，——
\"Bediligent，gossip。TakeMonsieurChateauperswithyou。Youwillcausethetocsintobesounded。Youwillcrushthepopulace。Youwillseizethewitch。’Tissaid。
AndImeanthebusinessoftheexecutiontobedonebyyou。
Youwillrendermeanaccountofit。Come，Olivier，Ishallnotgotobedthisnight。Shaveme。\"
Tristanl’Hermitebowedanddeparted。Thentheking，dismissingRymandCoppenolewithagesture，——
\"Godguardyou，messieurs，mygoodfriendstheFlemings。
Go，takealittlerepose。Thenightadvances，andwearenearerthemorningthantheevening。\"
BothretiredandgainedtheirapartmentsundertheguidanceofthecaptainoftheBastille。CoppenolesaidtoGuillaumeRym，——
\"Hum！Ihavehadenoughofthatcoughingking！IhaveseenCharlesofBurgundydrunk，andhewaslessmalignantthanLouisXI。whenailing。\"
\"MasterJacques，\"repliedRym，\"’tisbecausewinerenderskingslesscruelthandoesbarleywater。\"
CHAPTERVI。
LITTLESWORDINPOCKET。
OnemergingfromtheBastille，GringoiredescendedtheRueSaint-Antoinewiththeswiftnessofarunawayhorse。OnarrivingattheBaudoyergate，hewalkedstraighttothestonecrosswhichroseinthemiddleofthatplace，asthoughhewereabletodistinguishinthedarknessthefigureofamancladandcloakedinblack，whowasseatedonthestepsofthecross。
\"Isityou，master？\"saidGringoire。
Thepersonageinblackrose。
\"Deathandpassion！Youmakemeboil，Gringoire。ThemanonthetowerofSaint-Gervaishasjustcriedhalf-pastoneo’clockinthemorning。\"
\"Oh，\"retortedGringoire，\"’tisnofaultofmine，butofthewatchandtheking。Ihavejusthadanarrowescape。I
alwaysjustmissbeinghung。’Tismypredestination。\"
\"Youlackeverything，\"saidtheother。\"Butcomequickly。
Haveyouthepassword？\"
\"Fancy，master，Ihaveseentheking。Icomefromhim。
Hewearsfustianbreeches。’Tisanadventure。\"
\"Oh！distaffofwords！whatisyouradventuretome！
Haveyouthepasswordoftheoutcasts？\"
\"Ihaveit。Beatease。’Littleswordinpocket。’\"
\"Good。Otherwise，wecouldnotmakeourwayasfarasthechurch。Theoutcastsbarthestreets。Fortunately，itappearsthattheyhaveencounteredresistance。Wemaystillarriveintime。\"
\"Yes，master，buthowarewetogetintoNotre-Dame？\"
\"Ihavethekeytothetower。\"
\"Andhowarewetogetoutagain？\"
\"BehindthecloisterthereisalittledoorwhichopensontheTerrainandthewater。Ihavetakenthekeytoit，andI
mooredaboattherethismorning。\"
\"Ihavehadabeautifulescapefrombeinghung！\"Gringoirerepeated。
\"Eh，quick！come！\"saidtheother。
Bothdescendedtowardsthecitywithlongstrides。
CHAPTERVII。
CHATEAUPERSTOTHERESCUE。
Thereaderwill，perhaps，recallthecriticalsituationinwhichweleftQuasimodo。Thebravedeafman，assailedonallsides，hadlost，ifnotallcourage，atleastallhopeofsaving，nothimselfhewasnotthinkingofhimself，butthegypsy。Herandistractedlyalongthegallery。Notre-Damewasonthepointofbeingtakenbystormbytheoutcasts。
Allatonce，agreatgallopingofhorsesfilledtheneighboringstreets，and，withalongfileoftorchesandathickcolumnofcavaliers，withfreereinsandlancesinrest，thesefurioussoundsdebouchedonthePlacelikeahurricane，——
\"France！France！cutdownthelouts！Chateauperstotherescue！Provostship！Provostship！\"
Thefrightenedvagabondswheeledround。
Quasimodowhodidnothear，sawthenakedswords，thetorches，theironsofthepikes，allthatcavalry，attheheadofwhichherecognizedCaptainPhoebus；hebeheldtheconfusionoftheoutcasts，theterrorofsome，thedisturbanceamongthebravestofthem，andfromthisunexpectedsuccorherecoveredsomuchstrength，thathehurledfromthechurchthefirstassailantswhowerealreadyclimbingintothegallery。
Itwas，infact，theking’stroopswhohadarrived。
Thevagabondsbehavedbravely。Theydefendedthemselveslikedesperatemen。Caughtontheflank，bytheRueSaint-
Pierre-aux-Boeufs，andintherearthroughtheRueduParvis，driventobayagainstNotre-Dame，whichtheystillassailedandQuasimododefended，atthesametimebesiegersandbesieged，theywereinthesingularsituationinwhichComteHenriHarcourt，~Taurinumobsessoridemetobsessus~，ashisepitaphsays，foundhimselflateron，atthefamoussiegeofTurin，in1640，betweenPrinceThomasofSavoy，whomhewasbesieging，andtheMarquisdeLeganez，whowasblockadinghim。
Thebattlewasfrightful。Therewasadog’stoothforwolf’sflesh，asP。Mathieusays。Theking’scavaliers，inwhosemidstPhoebusdeChateaupersborehimselfvaliantly，gavenoquarter，andtheslashofthesworddisposedofthosewhoescapedthethrustofthelance。Theoutcasts，badlyarmedfoamedandbitwithrage。Men，women，children，hurledthemselvesonthecruppersandthebreastsofthehorses，andhungtherelikecats，withteeth，fingernailsandtoenails。
Othersstruckthearchers’inthefacewiththeirtorches。
Othersthrustironhooksintothenecksofthecavaliersanddraggedthemdown。Theyslashedinpiecesthosewhofell。
Onewasnoticedwhohadalarge，glitteringscythe，andwho，foralongtime，mowedthelegsofthehorses。Hewasfrightful。Hewassingingaditty，withanasalintonation，heswunganddrewbackhisscytheincessantly。Ateveryblowhetracedaroundhimagreatcircleofseveredlimbs。Headvancedthusintotheverythickestofthecavalry，withthetranquilslowness，thelollingoftheheadandtheregularbreathingofaharvesterattackingafieldofwheat。ItwasChopinTrouillefou。Ashotfromanarquebuslaidhimlow。
Inthemeantime，windowshadbeenopenedagain。Theneighborshearingthewarcriesoftheking’stroops，hadmingledintheaffray，andbulletsrainedupontheoutcastsfromeverystory。TheParviswasfilledwithathicksmoke，whichthemusketrystreakedwithflame。ThroughitonecouldconfusedlydistinguishthefrontofNotre-Dame，andthedecrepitH？tel-Dieuwithsomewaninvalidsgazingdownfromtheheightsofitsroofallcheckeredwithdormerwindows。
Atlengththevagabondsgaveway。Weariness，thelackofgoodweapons，thefrightofthissurprise，themusketryfromthewindows，thevaliantattackoftheking’stroops，alloverwhelmedthem。Theyforcedthelineofassailants，andfledineverydirection，leavingtheParvisencumberedwithdead。
WhenQuasimodo，whohadnotceasedtofightforamoment，beheldthisrout，hefellonhiskneesandraisedhishandstoheaven；then，intoxicatedwithjoy，heran，heascendedwiththeswiftnessofabirdtothatcell，theapproachestowhichhehadsointrepidlydefended。Hehadbutonethoughtnow；itwastokneelbeforeherwhomhehadjustsavedforthesecondtime。
Whenheenteredthecell，hefounditempty。
BOOKELEVENTH。
CHAPTERI。
THELITTLESHOE。
LaEsmeraldawassleepingatthemomentwhentheoutcastsassailedthechurch。
Soontheever-increasinguproararoundtheedifice，andtheuneasybleatingofhergoatwhichhadbeenawakened，hadrousedherfromherslumbers。Shehadsatup，shehadlistened，shehadlooked；then，terrifiedbythelightandnoise，shehadrushedfromhercelltosee。TheaspectofthePlace，thevisionwhichwasmovinginit，thedisorderofthatnocturnalassault，thathideouscrowd，leapinglikeacloudoffrogs，halfseeninthegloom，thecroakingofthathoarsemultitude，thosefewredtorchesrunningandcrossingeachotherinthedarknesslikethemeteorswhichstreakthemistysurfacesofmarshes，thiswholesceneproduceduponhertheeffectofamysteriousbattlebetweenthephantomsofthewitches’sabbathandthestonemonstersofthechurch。
ImbuedfromherveryinfancywiththesuperstitionsoftheBohemiantribe，herfirstthoughtwasthatshehadcaughtthestrangebeingspeculiartothenight，intheirdeedsofwitchcraft。Thensheraninterrortocowerinhercell，askingofherpalletsomelessterriblenightmare。
Butlittlebylittlethefirstvaporsofterrorhadbeendissipated；fromtheconstantlyincreasingnoise，andfrommanyothersignsofreality，shefeltherselfbesiegednotbyspectres，butbyhumanbeings。Thenherfear，thoughitdidnotincrease，changeditscharacter。Shehaddreamedofthepossibilityofapopularmutinytotearherfromherasylum。
Theideaofoncemorerecoveringlife，hope，Phoebus，whowaseverpresentinherfuture，theextremehelplessnessofhercondition，flightcutoff，nosupport，herabandonment，herisolation，——thesethoughtsandathousandothersoverwhelmedher。Shefelluponherknees，withherheadonherbed，herhandsclaspedoverherhead，fullofanxietyandtremors，and，althoughagypsy，anidolater，andapagan，shebegantoentreatwithsobs，mercyfromthegoodChristianGod，andtopraytoourLady，herhostess。Forevenifonebelievesinnothing，therearemomentsinlifewhenoneisalwaysofthereligionofthetemplewhichisnearestathand。
Sheremainedthusprostrateforaverylongtime，tremblingintruth，morethanpraying，chilledbytheever-closerbreathofthatfuriousmultitude，understandingnothingofthisoutburst，ignorantofwhatwasbeingplotted，whatwasbeingdone，whattheywanted，butforeseeingaterribleissue。
Inthemidstofthisanguish，sheheardsomeonewalkingnearher。Sheturnedround。Twomen，oneofwhomcarriedalantern，hadjustenteredhercell。Sheutteredafeeblecry。
\"Fearnothing，\"saidavoicewhichwasnotunknowntoher，\"itisI。\"
\"Whoareyou？\"sheasked。
\"PierreGringoire。\"
Thisnamereassuredher。Sheraisedhereyesoncemore，andrecognizedthepoetinveryfact。Buttherestoodbesidehimablackfigureveiledfromheadtofoot，whichstruckherbyitssilence。
\"Oh！\"continuedGringoireinatoneofreproach，\"Djalirecognizedmebeforeyou！\"
Thelittlegoathadnot，infact，waitedforGringoiretoannouncehisname。Nosoonerhadheenteredthanitrubbeditselfgentlyagainsthisknees，coveringthepoetwithcaressesandwithwhitehairs，foritwassheddingitshair。Gringoirereturnedthecaresses。
\"Whoisthiswithyou？\"saidthegypsy，inalowvoice。
\"Beatease，\"repliedGringoire。\"’Tisoneofmyfriends。\"
Thenthephilosophersettinghislanternontheground，croucheduponthestones，andexclaimedenthusiastically，ashepressedDjaliinhisarms，——
\"Oh！’tisagracefulbeast，moreconsiderablenodoubt，forit’sneatnessthanforitssize，butingenious，subtle，andletteredasagrammarian！Letussee，myDjali，hastthouforgottenanyofthyprettytricks？HowdoesMasterJacquesCharmolue？……\"
Themaninblackdidnotallowhimtofinish。HeapproachedGringoireandshookhimroughlybytheshoulder。
Gringoirerose。
\"’Tistrue，\"saidhe:\"Iforgotthatweareinhaste。Butthatisnoreasonmaster，forgettingfuriouswithpeopleinthismanner。Mydearandlovelychild，yourlifeisindanger，andDjali’salso。Theywanttohangyouagain。Weareyourfriends，andwehavecometosaveyou。Followus。\"
\"Isittrue？\"sheexclaimedindismay。
\"Yes，perfectlytrue。Comequickly！\"
\"Iamwilling，\"shestammered。\"Butwhydoesnotyourfriendspeak？\"
\"Ah！\"saidGringoire，\"’tisbecausehisfatherandmotherwerefantasticpeoplewhomadehimofataciturntemperament。\"
Shewasobligedtocontentherselfwiththisexplanation。
Gringoiretookherbythehand；hiscompanionpickedupthelanternandwalkedoninfront。Fearstunnedtheyounggirl。
Sheallowedherselftobeledaway。Thegoatfollowedthem，frisking，sojoyousatseeingGringoireagainthatitmadehimstumbleeverymomentbythrustingitshornsbetweenhislegs。
\"Suchislife，\"saidthephilosopher，everytimethathecamenearfallingdown；\"’tisoftenourbestfriendswhocauseustobeoverthrown。\"
Theyrapidlydescendedthestaircaseofthetowers，crossedthechurch，fullofshadowsandsolitude，andallreverberatingwithuproar，whichformedafrightfulcontrast，andemergedintothecourtyardofthecloisterbythereddoor。
Thecloisterwasdeserted；thecanonshadfledtothebishop’spalaceinordertopraytogether；thecourtyardwasempty，afewfrightenedlackeyswerecrouchingindarkcorners。TheydirectedtheirstepstowardsthedoorwhichopenedfromthiscourtupontheTerrain。Themaninblackopeneditwithakeywhichhehadabouthim。OurreadersareawarethattheTerrainwasatongueoflandenclosedbywallsonthesideoftheCityandbelongingtothechapterofNotre-Dame，whichterminatedtheislandontheeast，behindthechurch。Theyfoundthisenclosureperfectlydeserted。Therewasherelesstumultintheair。Theroaroftheoutcasts’assaultreachedthemmoreconfusedlyandlessclamorously。Thefreshbreezewhichfollowsthecurrentofastream，rustledtheleavesoftheonlytreeplantedonthepointoftheTerrain，withanoisethatwasalreadyperceptible。Buttheywerestillveryclosetodanger。Thenearestedificestothemwerethebishop’spalaceandthechurch。Itwasplainlyevidentthattherewasgreatinternalcommotioninthebishop’spalace。Itsshadowymasswasallfurrowedwithlightswhichflittedfromwindowtowindow；as，whenonehasjustburnedpaper，thereremainsasombreedificeofashesinwhichbrightsparksrunathousandeccentriccourses。Besidethem，theenormoustowersofNotre-Dame，thusviewedfrombehind，withthelongnaveabovewhichtheyrisecutoutinblackagainsttheredandvastlightwhichfilledtheParvis，resembledtwogiganticandironsofsomecyclopeanfire-grate。
WhatwastobeseenofParisonallsideswaveredbeforetheeyeinagloommingledwithlight。Rembrandthassuchbackgroundstohispictures。