the hunchback of notre dame-第107节
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Gringoire's first care on entering the boat was to place the goat on his knees。 He took a position in the stern； and the young girl； whom the stranger inspired with an indefinable uneasiness； seated herself close to the poet。
When our philosopher felt the boat sway； he clapped his hands and kissed Djali between the horns。
〃Oh！〃 said he； 〃now we are safe； all four of us。〃
He added with the air of a profound thinker； 〃One is indebted sometimes to fortune； sometimes to ruse； for the happy issue of great enterprises。〃
The boat made its way slowly towards the right shore。 The young girl watched the unknown man with secret terror。 He had carefully turned off the light of his dark lantern。 A glimpse could be caught of him in the obscurity； in the bow of the boat； like a spectre。 His cowl； which was still lowered； formed a sort of mask； and every time that he spread his arms； upon which hung large black sleeves； as he rowed； one would have said they were two huge bat's wings。 Moreover； he had not yet uttered a word or breathed a syllable。 No other noise was heard in the boat than the splashing of the oars； mingled with the rippling of the water along her sides。
〃On my soul！〃 exclaimed Gringoire suddenly； 〃we are as cheerful and joyous as young owls！ We preserve the silence of Pythagoreans or fishes！ ~Pasque…Dieu~！ my friends； I should greatly like to have some one speak to me。 The human voice is music to the human ear。 'Tis not I who say that； but Didymus of Alexandria； and they are illustrious words。 Assuredly； Didymus of Alexandria is no mediocre philosopher。One word； my lovely child！ say but one word to me； I entreat you。 By the way； you had a droll and peculiar little pout； do you still make it？ Do you know； my dear； that parliament hath full jurisdiction over all places of asylum； and that you were running a great risk in your little chamber at Notre…Dame？ Alas！ the little bird trochylus maketh its nest in the jaws of the crocodile。Master； here is the moon re…appearing。 If only they do not perceive us。 We are doing a laudable thing in saving mademoiselle； and yet we should be hung by order of the king if we were caught。 Alas！ human actions are taken by two handles。 That is branded with disgrace in one which is crowned in another。 He admires Cicero who blames Catiline。 Is it not so； master？ What say you to this philosophy？ I possess philosophy by instinct； by nature； ~ut apes geometriam~。Come！ no one answers me。 What unpleasant moods you two are in！ I must do all the talking alone。 That is what we call a monologue in tragedy。~Pasque…Dieu~！ I must inform you that I have just seen the king； Louis XI。； and that I have caught this oath from him；~Pasque…Dieu~！ They are still making a hearty howl in the city。'Tis a villanous； malicious old king。 He is all swathed in furs。 He still owes me the money for my epithalamium； and he came within a nick of hanging me this evening； which would have been very inconvenient to me。He is niggardly towards men of merit。 He ought to read the four books of Salvien of Cologne； _Adversits Avaritiam_。 In truth！ 'Tis a paltry king in his ways with men of letters； and one who commits very barbarous cruelties。 He is a sponge； to soak money raised from the people。 His saving is like the spleen which swelleth with the leanness of all the other members。 Hence complaints against the hardness of the times become murmurs against the prince。 Under this gentle and pious sire； the gallows crack with the hung； the blocks rot with blood； the prisons burst like over full bellies。 This king hath one hand which grasps； and one which hangs。 He is the procurator of Dame Tax and Monsieur Gibbet。 The great are despoiled of their dignities； and the little incessantly overwhelmed with fresh oppressions。 He is an exorbitant prince。 I love not this monarch。 And you； master？〃
The man in black let the garrulous poet chatter on。 He continued to struggle against the violent and narrow current； which separates the prow of the City and the stem of the island of Notre…Dame； which we call to…day the Isle St。 Louis。
〃By the way； master！〃 continued Gringoire suddenly。 〃At the moment when we arrived on the Parvis； through the enraged outcasts； did your reverence observe that poor little devil whose skull your deaf man was just cracking on the railing of the gallery of the kings？ I am near sighted and I could not recognize him。 Do you know who he could be？〃
The stranger answered not a word。 But he suddenly ceased rowing； his arms fell as though broken； his head sank on his breast； and la Esmeralda heard him sigh convulsively。 She shuddered。 She had heard such sighs before。
The boat； abandoned to itself； floated for several minutes with the stream。 But the man in black finally recovered himself； seized the oars once more and began to row against the current。 He doubled the point of the Isle of Notre Dame； and made for the landing…place of the Port an Foin。
〃Ah！〃 said Gringoire； 〃yonder is the Barbeau mansion。Stay； master； look： that group of black roofs which make such singular angles yonder； above that heap of black； fibrous grimy； dirty clouds； where the moon is completely crushed and spread out like the yolk of an egg whose shell is broken。'Tis a fine mansion。 There is a chapel crowned with a small vault full of very well carved enrichments。 Above； you can see the bell tower； very delicately pierced。 There is also a pleasant garden； which consists of a pond； an aviary； an echo； a mall； a labyrinth； a house for wild beasts； and a quantity of leafy alleys very agreeable to Venus。 There is also a rascal of a tree which is called 'the lewd；' because it favored the pleasures of a famous princess and a constable of France； who was a gallant and a wit。Alas！ we poor philosophers are to a constable as a plot of cabbages or a radish bed to the garden of the Louvre。 What matters it； after all？ human life； for the great as well as for us； is a mixture of good and evil。 Pain is always by the side of joy； the spondee by the dactyl。Master； I must relate to you the history of the Barbeau mansion。 It ends in tragic fashion。 It was in 1319； in the reign of Philippe V。； the longest reign of the kings of France。 The moral of the story is that the temptations of the flesh are pernicious and malignant。 Let us not rest our glance too long on our neighbor's wife； however gratified our senses may be by her beauty。 Fornication is a very libertine thought。 Adultery is a prying into the pleasures of othersOhé！ the noise yonder is redoubling！〃
The tumult around Notre…Dame was； in fact； increasing。 They listened。 Cries of victory were heard with tolerable distinctness。 All at once； a hundred torches； the light of which glittered upon the helmets of men at arms； spread over the church at all heights； on the towers； on the galleries； on the flying buttresses。 These torches seemed to be in search of something； and soon distant clamors reached the fugitives distinctly ：〃The gypsy！ the sorceress！ death to the gypsy！〃
The unhappy girl dropped her head upon her hands； and the unknown began to row furiously towards the shore。 Meanwhile our philosopher reflected。 He clasped the goat in his arms； and gently drew away from the gypsy； who pressed closer and closer to him； as though to the only asylum which remained to her。
It is certain that Gringoire was enduring cruel perplexity。 He was thinking that the goat also； 〃according to existing law；〃 would be hung if recaptured； which would be a great pity； poor Djali！ that he had thus two condemned creatures attached to him； that his companion asked no better than to take charge of the gypsy。 A violent combat began between his thoughts； in which； like the Jupiter of the Iliad； he weighed in turn the gypsy and the goat； and he looked at them alternately with eyes moist with tears； saying between his teeth：
〃But I cannot save you both！〃
A shock informed them that the boat had reached the land at last。 The uproar still filled the city。 The unknown rose； approached the gypsy； and endeavored to take her arm to assist her to alight。 She repulsed him and clung to the sleeve of Gringoire； who； in his turn； absorbed in the goat； almost repulsed her。 Then she sprang alone from the boat。 She was so troubled that she did not know what she did or whither she was going。 Thus she remained for a moment； stunned； watching the water flow past； when she gradually returned to her senses； she found herself alone on the wharf with the unknown。 It appears that Gringoire had taken advantage of the moment of debarcation to slip away with the goat into the block of houses of the Rue Grenier…sur…l'Eau。
The poor gypsy shivered when she beheld herself alone with this man。 She tried to speak； to cry out； to call Gringoire； her tongue was dumb in her mouth； and no sound left her lips。 All at once she felt the stranger's hand on hers。 It was a strong； cold hand。 Her teeth chattered； she turned paler than the ray of moonlight which illuminated her。 The man spoke not a word。 He began to ascend towards the Place de Grève； holding her by the hand。
At that moment； she had a vague feeling that destiny is an irresistible force。 She had no more resistance left in
