the hunchback of notre dame-第46节
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of Paris！ Do you hear； knave？〃
〃If it is my age that you wish to know；〃 said Quasimodo； 〃I think that I shall be twenty at Saint Martin's day。〃
This was too much； the provost could no longer restrain himself。
〃Ah！ you are scoffing at the provostship； wretch！ Messieurs the sergeants of the mace； you will take me this knave to the pillory of the Grève； you will flog him； and turn him for an hour。 He shall pay me for it； ~tête Dieu~！ And I order that the present judgment shall be cried； with the assistance of four sworn trumpeters； in the seven castellanies of the viscomty of Paris。〃
The clerk set to work incontinently to draw up the account of the sentence。
〃~Ventre Dieu~！ 'tis well adjudged！〃 cried the little scholar； Jehan Frollo du Moulin； from his corner。
The provost turned and fixed his flashing eyes once more on Quasimodo。 〃I believe the knave said '~Ventre Dieu~' Clerk； add twelve deniers Parisian for the oath； and let the vestry of Saint Eustache have the half of it； I have a particular devotion for Saint Eustache。〃
In a few minutes the sentence was drawn up。 Its tenor was simple and brief。 The customs of the provostship and the viscomty had not yet been worked over by President Thibaut Baillet； and by Roger Barmne； the king's advocate； they had not been obstructed； at that time； by that lofty hedge of quibbles and procedures； which the two jurisconsults planted there at the beginning of the sixteenth century。 All was clear； expeditious； explicit。 One went straight to the point then； and at the end of every path there was immediately visible； without thickets and without turnings； the wheel； the gibbet； or the pillory。 One at least knew whither one was going。
The clerk presented the sentence to the provost； who affixed his seal to it； and departed to pursue his round of the audience hall； in a frame of mind which seemed destined to fill all the jails in Paris that day。 Jehan Frollo and Robin Poussepain laughed in their sleeves。 Quasimodo gazed on the whole with an indifferent and astonished air。
However； at the moment when Master Florian Barbedienne was reading the sentence in his turn； before signing it； the clerk felt himself moved with pity for the poor wretch of a prisoner； and； in the hope of obtaining some mitigation of the penalty； he approached as near the auditor's ear as possible； and said； pointing to Quasimodo； 〃That man is deaf。〃
He hoped that this community of infirmity would awaken Master Florian's interest in behalf of the condemned man。 But； in the first place； we have already observed that Master Florian did not care to have his deafness noticed。 In the next place； he was so hard of hearing That he did not catch a single word of what the clerk said to him； nevertheless； he wished to have the appearance of hearing； and replied； 〃Ah！ ah！ that is different； I did not know that。 An hour more of the pillory； in that case。〃
And he signed the sentence thus modified。
〃'Tis well done；〃 said Robin Poussepain； who cherished a grudge against Quasimodo。 〃That will teach him to handle people roughly。〃
THE RAT…HOLE。
The reader must permit us to take him back to the Place de Grève； which we quitted yesterday with Gringoire； in order to follow la Esmeralda。
It is ten o'clock in the morning； everything is indicative of the day after a festival。 The pavement is covered with rubbish； ribbons； rags； feathers from tufts of plumes； drops of wax from the torches； crumbs of the public feast。 A goodly number of bourgeois are 〃sauntering；〃 as we say； here and there； turning over with their feet the extinct brands of the bonfire； going into raptures in front of the Pillar House； over the memory of the fine hangings of the day before； and to…day staring at the nails that secured them a last pleasure。 The venders of cider and beer are rolling their barrels among the groups。 Some busy passers…by come and go。 The merchants converse and call to each other from the thresholds of their shops。 The festival； the ambassadors； Coppenole； the Pope of the Fools； are in all mouths； they vie with each other； each trying to criticise it best and laugh the most。 And； meanwhile； four mounted sergeants； who have just posted themselves at the four sides of the pillory； have already concentrated around themselves a goodly proportion of the populace scattered on the Place； who condemn themselves to immobility and fatigue in the hope of a small execution。
If the reader； after having contemplated this lively and noisy scene which is being enacted in all parts of the Place； will now transfer his gaze towards that ancient demi…Gothic； demi…Romanesque house of the Tour…Roland； which forms the corner on the quay to the west； he will observe； at the angle of the fa？ade； a large public breviary； with rich illuminations； protected from the rain by a little penthouse； and from thieves by a small grating； which； however； permits of the leaves being turned。 Beside this breviary is a narrow； arched window； closed by two iron bars in the form of a cross； and looking on the square； the only opening which admits a small quantity of light and air to a little cell without a door； constructed on the ground…floor； in the thickness of the walls of the old house； and filled with a peace all the more profound； with a silence all the more gloomy； because a public place； the most populous and most noisy in Paris swarms and shrieks around it。
This little cell had been celebrated in Paris for nearly three centuries； ever since Madame Rolande de la Tour…Roland； in mourning for her father who died in the Crusades； had caused it to be hollowed out in the wall of her own house； in order to immure herself there forever； keeping of all her palace only this lodging whose door was walled up； and whose window stood open； winter and summer； giving all the rest to the poor and to God。 The afflicted damsel had； in fact； waited twenty years for death in this premature tomb； praying night and day for the soul of her father； sleeping in ashes； without even a stone for a pillow； clothed in a black sack； and subsisting on the bread and water which the compassion of the passers…by led them to deposit on the ledge of her window； thus receiving charity after having bestowed it。 At her death； at the moment when she was passing to the other sepulchre； she had bequeathed this one in perpetuity to afflicted women； mothers； widows； or maidens； who should wish to pray much for others or for themselves； and who should desire to inter themselves alive in a great grief or a great penance。 The poor of her day had made her a fine funeral； with tears and benedictions； but； to their great regret； the pious maid had not been canonized； for lack of influence。 Those among them who were a little inclined to impiety； had hoped that the matter might be accomplished in Paradise more easily than at Rome； and had frankly besought God； instead of the pope； in behalf of the deceased。 The majority had contented themselves with holding the memory of Rolande sacred； and converting her rags into relics。 The city； on its side； had founded in honor of the damoiselle； a public breviary； which had been fastened near the window of the cell； in order that passers…by might halt there from time to time； were it only to pray； that prayer might remind them of alms； and that the poor recluses； heiresses of Madame Rolande's vault； might not die outright of hunger and forgetfulness。
Moreover； this sort of tomb was not so very rare a thing in the cities of the Middle Ages。 One often encountered in the most frequented street； in the most crowded and noisy market； in the very middle； under the feet of the horses； under the wheels of the carts； as it were； a cellar； a well； a tiny walled and grated cabin； at the bottom of which a human being prayed night and day； voluntarily devoted to some eternal lamentation； to some great expiation。 And all the reflections which that strange spectacle would awaken in us to…day； that horrible cell； a sort of intermediary link between a house and the tomb； the cemetery and the city； that living being cut off from the human community； and thenceforth reckoned among the dead； that lamp consuming its last drop of oil in the darkness； that remnant of life flickering in the grave； that breath； that voice； that eternal prayer in a box of stone； that face forever turned towards the other world； that eye already illuminated with another sun； that ear pressed to the walls of a tomb； that soul a prisoner in that body； that body a prisoner in that dungeon cell； and beneath that double envelope of flesh and granite； the murmur of that soul in pain；nothing of all this was perceived by the crowd。 The piety of that age； not very subtle nor much given to reasoning； did not see so many facets in an act of religion。 It took the thing in the block； honored； venerated； hallowed the sacrifice at need； but did not analyze the sufferings； and felt but moderate pity for them。 It brought some pittance to the miserable penitent from time to time； looked through the hole to see whether he were still living； forgot his name； hardly knew how many years ago he had begun to die； and to the stranger； who questioned them about the living skeleton who was p
