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。