Chapter 4 Notre Dame Cathedral (1) Volume 1 Hall (3)

It was unbearable. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, five minutes, fifteen minutes passed, and there was still no movement.There was still no one in the stands, and the stage was still silent.At this time, anger was followed by anxiety, and gunpowder-smelling words spread among the crowd, of course the voice was still low. "Sacred Miracle Drama! Holy Miracle Drama!" Everyone murmured in a low voice, their brains gradually became hot, and a storm was only roaring softly, but it was shaking above the crowd.John of the Mill took the lead in lighting the spark. "Sacred miracles! To hell with the Flemish people!" he roared with all his strength, twisting himself like a snake around the capital.

The audience applauded together and roared: "The Miracle Play! Send Flanders to the devil!" "Give us a miracle drama at once, otherwise, I propose to hang the courtiers of justice, as a comedy and allegorical drama." Windmill continued. "Well said!" roared the crowd. "Then hang his captors first." As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of cheers.The four poor wretches looked at each other with pale faces.The crowd swarmed towards them, separated by a weak wooden railing. Seeing that the fence was twisted and twisted under the pressure of the crowd, it was about to break through.

The situation is critical. "Smash it! Smash it!" shouted from all directions. At this moment, the curtain of the dressing room described above was lifted, and a person came out. When everyone saw it, they stopped suddenly, as if by magic, and their anger turned into curiosity. "Silence! Silence!" The man was apprehensive and trembling, and walked forward respectfully, the more he walked, the more he bowed his knees, until he reached the edge of the marble platform. Now the calm gradually subsides, except for the slight din that often occurs when a crowd is quiet. "Gentlemen of the town," said the man, "women of the town, we shall have the great honor of reading and performing before His Excellency the cardinal a most splendid allegorical play called "The Just Sentence of the Virgin Mary." Play Jupiter below.

Your Excellency is now accompanying the distinguished mission sent by the Archduke of Austria. The mission is listening to the speech of Mr. Dong Xuedong of the University at the Bodai Gate. We will start the performance as soon as the distinguished Cardinal arrives. "Without any other means, Jupiter's words actually saved the lives of the four hapless captors of the magistrate. Even though we are very honored to have conceived such a true story, we should therefore criticize it. To bear responsibility before the Holy Mother, one may quote on such an occasion the old maxim, "Gods let me not interfere," not to reproach us. Besides, Master Jupiter was so splendidly attired that he attracted the attention of all the audience. , also played no small role in calming the mood of the audience. Jupiter wore chain mail, a black velvet coat with large gold buttons on it, and a pointed helmet with gilt silver buttons; if it were not for the rouge on his face He and his bushy beard each covered half his face, and if he hadn't held a golden cardboard cylinder studded with metal spangles and burrs covered with strips of gold leaf--a discerning eye could tell it represented thunderbolt, if he hadn't followed his bare feet Ribboned in the Greek manner, his majestic attire might then have been compared to the Breton archers of the Duke of Berry's Praetorian Guard.

2 Pierre Gringoire However, the joy and admiration his attire had inspired faded away as he blazed.When at last he uttered the ill-timed remark, "As soon as the lord cardinal arrives, we shall begin," his voice was drowned out by thunderous applause. "Start now! The Holy Miracle Drama! Immediately start the Holy Miracle Drama!" the crowd roared.Over the roar, John the Windmill's voice was above everything else, piercing the din like the piccolo in the noisy band of Nîmes.He screamed, "The show starts now!" "Down with Jupiter! Down with the Cardinal of Bourbon!" shouted Robin Puspin and the other students sitting high on the windowsill.

"Start the miracle drama immediately!" The crowd shouted again and again. "At once! At once! Hang the actor! Hang the cardinal!" Poor Jupiter was panic-stricken, out of his wits, his red face covered in powder turned pale, he dropped his thunderbolt, took off his helmet, bowed frequently, trembling, and said in his mouth: "My lord cardinal... the envoys... Princess Margaret of Landele..." was incoherent, even he didn't know what to say.In fact, he was afraid of becoming a hanged ghost. The people hang him for waiting, the cardinal hangs him for not waiting, he must die anyway, and there are abysses on either side, in other words, gallows.

Fortunately, someone came to rescue him and took the responsibility. The man had been standing behind the railing, and no one had seen him in the space around the marble table, for his long, thin body leaned against a column whose diameter completely blocked anyone's view; the man was tall, Thin, pale, fair-haired, wrinkled forehead and cheeks, but still young, bright-eyed, smiling, and wore black serge that was worn out and worn out.Now, approaching the marble table, he waved to the poor tortured creature, who was too stunned to notice. The newcomer took another step forward and cried, "Jupiter! Dear Jupiter!"

Jupiter heard nothing. At last, impatiently, the big blond man drew close to his face and shouted: "Michel Gibonne!" "Who is calling me?" Jupiter asked as if waking up. "It's me!" The man in black replied. "Ah!" cried Jupiter. "Get started now," said the other. "Satisfy the demands of the people quickly. I will be responsible for begging the pleader to appease the anger, and the pleader will then ask the cardinal to appease the anger." Jupiter breathed a sigh of relief. The crowd was still booing him, and he shouted with all his strength, "Gentlemen of the townspeople, we're about to start the show."

"Hail to you, Jupiter! Applause, citizens!" cried the students. "No! No!" cried the crowd. Then, the applause was deafening, Jupiter had already retreated behind the curtain, and the cheers were still shaking in the hall. At this time, the anonymous man with great powers, as our dear old Corneille said, the figure who turned the storm into a calm sea, had also humbly retreated into the shadow of the pillar; if it were not for the audience in the front row The two girls, noticing his conversation with Jupiter-Michel Gibbonard, forcibly pulled him out of the silence, perhaps as before, unseen, motionless, and soundless.

"Elder!" one of the girls called out, motioning for him to go over. "Shut up, my dear Lienard," said the girl next to her, who was pretty and delicate, and looked even more beautiful with her beautiful clothes. "He is not a priest, but a layman; he should not be called an elder, but a gentleman." "My lord," Liénard said. Anonymous approached the fence and asked courteously: "Miss, why do you call me?" "Oh! It's nothing." Lienard said hurriedly, feeling embarrassed. "Gisgate next to me, Jeannianna, she is the one who wants to talk to you."

"Nothing," said Gisgate, flushing. "It was Lienard who called you the elder, and I told her that you should be called the elder." The two beautiful girls gradually lowered their eyes.And that person, eager to chat with them, smiled and Mimi looked at them and said: "Miss, do you really have nothing to tell me?" "Oh! Not at all," replied Gisgate. "No," Lienard said. The tall blond youth took a step back, ready to walk away, but the two curious girls would not stop. "My lord," said Gisgate hastily, in a tone as if a floodgate had been opened, or as if a woman had made up her mind. "The soldier who will play the role of the Virgin Mary in the play, do you know Luo?" "You mean the one who played Jupiter?" continued Anonymous. "Oh, no! Look how stupid she is! Do you know Jupiter?" said Liénard. "Michel Gibbon?" replied the anonymous man. "I know, ma'am." "Look at his beard!" said Lienard. "Is what they're going to do wonderful?" Gisgate asked shyly. "Very exciting, Miss." The Nameless replied without hesitation. "What is it?" asked Liénard. "The Just Judgment of the Madonna, listen, is an allegorical play, madam." "Ah! That's different," continued Liénard.There was a brief silence.Anonymous spoke first and said: "It's a new allegorical play, and it hasn't been staged yet." "That's not the one that was staged two years ago. It was staged on the day the Pope's envoy entered the city that year. There were three beauties in the play..." Gisgate said. "Play as a mermaid," said Liénard. "And naked." The young man added. Lienard immediately lowered her eyes in embarrassment.Gisgate immediately lowered his eyebrows when he saw it.The young man smiled all over his face, and went on to say: "That's really pretty! But today it's an allegorical play, specially written for the princesses of Flanders." "Is there any pastoral singing?" asked Gisgate. "Here! How can there be pastoral songs in allegorical plays!" Anonymous replied. "Genres shouldn't be confused. If it's a silly play, that's fine." "What a pity," said Gisgate. "On that day, some rough men and women fought by the Ponso Spring, and they sang hymns and idylls and showed their hands." "What is suitable for the Pope's special envoy is not suitable for a princess." The tone of the anonymous person was quite blunt. "Besides, it's very pleasant to have several bass instruments competing with each other in front of them, and the music is so pleasing to the ear," went on Lienard. "Also, in order to relieve pedestrians from fatigue, the water spring spouts wine, milk and cinnamon wine from three springs, so that people can drink freely." Gisgate said. "Also, a little below Ponso, at the Trinity Fountain, there was a crucifixion, but no lines," continued Liénard. "I remember it well!" cried Gisgate. "God is crucified, and two thieves are left and right!" Speaking of this, the two nagging girls became more and more excited when they remembered the scene of the Pope's special envoy entering the city, and they talked together.