Chapter 6 Notre Dame Cathedral (1) Volume 1 Hall (5)

To boo a cardinal of good looks and well-dressed red robes just because he was late for a show would be unfair and in poor taste. So he entered, saluted the audience with the smile that a great man naturally treats a common man, and walked thoughtfully toward his scarlet velvet chair.His entourage—if it were today, it could be called the bishop and abbot's staff—followed into the stands, and the audience in the main hall couldn't help being more noisy and curious.Everyone scrambled to point and name, to see who could recognize at least one of them; which one was Halaudi, Bishop of Marseilles, if I remember correctly; which one was the Church of Saint-Denis and that was Rolle de Lipinas, abbot of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, the dissolute brother of a mistress of Louis XI.All these names are uttered with Zhang Guan Li Dai, with strange accents.As for those students, they scolded them endlessly.It would have been their day, their madman's day, their day of merrymaking, the annual carnival of the clerk of the court and the boys of the school.Nothing is illegal or unholy on this day.Besides, there were a lot of crazy and gossiping women in the crowd, such as Simone, nicknamed "Four Livers", Anise Cardinal, Robina Piedbou.Since it is such a pleasant day, and there are such pleasant churchgoers and firework girls as company, at least you have to curse a few words and curse God twice, shouldn’t it?Therefore, they will not miss the opportunity.And so, in the midst of the uproar, blasphemous words, absurd vulgarities, a jumble of horrific chaos: that gang of priests and students, for fear of the St. Louis branding iron, locked their tongues all year round. It's rare that today, everyone's tongues are freed, and they are chattering, making a lot of noise.Poor St.Louis, how they mock you in your palace of justice!They each choose a target to attack among the people who have just entered the stands, either wearing black robes, gray robes, white robes, or purple robes.

As for John Floro de Morandino, brother of the archdeacon, he boldly attacked the man in the red robe, fixed his eyes on the cardinal presumptuously, and sang at the top of his throat: the robe is soaked in wine! The purpose of describing these details here is to enlighten the judges. In fact, at that time, the audience was full of noise, which overwhelmed the shouting and cursing of the priests and students, so the shouting and cursing had not reached the special stands. , it has dissipated.What's more, the cardinal would not be moved when he heard it. It is a custom to be reckless and reckless on this day.Besides, from his preoccupied expression, it can be seen that he has other worries. It followed him like a shadow, and walked into the stands with him.This worrying thing is the Flemish mission.

Not because he was a far-sighted statesman, nor because he was worried about the consequences of the marriage between his cousin, Princess Margaret of Burgundy, and her cousin, Her Royal Highness Charles, Prince of Vienna.How long can the superficial friendly relationship between the Archduke of Austria and the King of France last, and how the King of England sees his princess being looked down upon by others? The Cardinal doesn’t care about all this, and he still drinks the royal family of Chariot every night. It is a fine wine, but I did not expect it to be this wine (of course, after a little inspection by Dr. Courtier and changing its composition), Louis XI sincerely presented several bottles to Edward IV in the future, and suddenly one morning it unexpectedly Eliminated Edward IV for Louis XI.The embassy, ​​so much respected by His Excellency the Duke of Austria, did not cause the cardinal any such worries, but disturbed him in another way.We mentioned briefly on the first page of this book that he, the justified Bourbon, was obliged to feast and entertain this obscure class of philistines; Ben Sesame and Mung Bean Officer; he, the Frenchman, his jovial guest, had to entertain these beer-poor Flemishers;How can His Excellency the Cardinal bear all the above-mentioned things!Admittedly, this was also the most unappetizing posturing in his life to please the king.When the loud voice at the prison door announced the arrival of the envoys of the Archduke of Austria, the cardinal turned to the door with an air of incomparable grace, as graceful as it was possible (which was his specialty).Needless to say, the entire audience turned their heads to look.

At this moment the forty-eight courtiers of Maximilian of Austria arrived, at the head of which were the most venerable priests of God, the abbot of St. Batin's, John the Chancellor of the Golden Fleece, and Ghent. The high priest, Jacques de Gouix, was M. Dobbie; they entered in twos, each with a dignified air, in sharp contrast to the lively retinue of priests around Charles of Bourbon. .There was a sudden silence in the hall, but snickering could be heard from time to time: these guests reported their names and titles to the prison gate, and the prison gate announced their names and titles indiscriminately. The gossip spread was completely wrong; when everyone heard that bizarre name and various titles of small citizens, they couldn't help but chuckled quietly.They are: Monsieur Lois Roelof, Magistrate of Leuven, Monsieur Clay de Eduarde, Magistrate of Brussels, Monsieur Paul de Barest, Speaker of Flanders, ie. Mr. Mizer, Mayor of Antwerp, Mr. Johann Colgans, Chief Judge of the Municipal Court of Ghent, Mr. Georges de La Moore, Chief Judge of the City's Control Office, Gedolph van der Ha Monsieur Gey, and Monsieur Bierbeck, John Pinnock, John Dimazel, etc., etc.; clerk, magistrate, mayor; mayor, magistrate, magistrate; individual He was erect, prim, and stiff in manner, dressed in rich velvet and brocade, and wearing a black velvet cloak capped with a large bonnet of Cyprus gold thread.In short, all of them are Flemish kindly features, dignified and serious faces, just like Rembrandt in his famous painting "The Night Watch", set against the black background, using such strong and solemn tones, The faces of the Flemish people of the kind highlighted; each forehead seems to be engraved with the words of the Austrian Grand Duke Maximilian in the imperial edict: He has reason to trust them completely, and is convinced of their reason, courage, and wisdom. Experience, loyalty and high moral character.

However, there is one exception.The man had a shrewd, intelligent, cunning face, a combination of a monkey's and a diplomat's.Seeing the cardinal, he took three steps forward and bowed deeply.In fact, his name was nothing more than Guillaume Riem, councilor and pensioner of Ghent. What role this person is, few people knew at the time.This person is a rare genius. If he lived in a revolutionary era, he would definitely shine brightly and become an all-powerful figure.In the fifteenth century, however, it was all about surreptitious trickery, and, as the Duke of Saint-Simon said, a life of sabotage.In addition, he was very much appreciated by the number one saboteur in Europe, and it was commonplace to conspire with Louis XI, and he was often involved in the king's secret activities.All this, the spectators at the time were completely unaware, and were only surprised to see the cardinal's politeness to this sickly, Flemish pawn.

Four Jacques Coppenall Jun The pensioner envoy of Ghent and His Excellency the Cardinal bowed to each other with low bows, and exchanged a few words in a lower voice.Then there appeared a tall figure, with a broad face, broad shoulders, and walked side by side with Guillaume Lime, like a dog walking beside a fox.He was wearing a pointed felt hat and a leather jacket, which were set off by the silk and satin around him, making him look very eye-catching like stains. The prison gate thought it was a groom who was dazed and touched the wrong door, so he immediately stopped him: "Hey, friend! Don't pass!"

The big man in the leather coat arched his shoulders and pushed the prison door open. "What do you guys want?" He opened his voice and shouted loudly, and the audience listened attentively to this strange conversation. "You don't have eyes, didn't you see that I was with them?" "Your name?" "Jacques Coppenall." "Honorable status?" "Socks seller, trade name Three Little Chains, lives in Ghent." The guard took a step back.Notifying the magistrate and the mayor is okay, but notifying a sock seller is really difficult.The cardinal was on pins and needles.The whole audience is listening and watching.Over the past two days, His Excellency the Bishop has tried his best to train these Flemish bears so that they can be a little more attractive in front of the public.However, this flaw is terrible.On the contrary, Guillaume Lim, with a sly smile all the time, approached the prison door and quietly reminded him:

"You inform Monsieur Jacques Coppenauer, clerk to the magistrate of Ghent." "Prisoner," continued the cardinal loudly, "inform Monsieur Jacques Coppenauer, clerk of the famous magistrate of Ghent." Now something went wrong.Guillaume Lime would have covered it up alone, but Coppenol had heard the cardinal. "No, damn it!" he roared like thunder. "I, Jacques Coppenauer, the sock seller. Do you hear me, Prisoner? No more, no less, the real thing. Damn! Sock seller, what's wrong with that! Hosiery shop for gloves." There was a burst of laughter and applause from the audience.In Paris a wisecrack is always instantly understood and therefore always flattered.

We should also add a few words: Coppenol is a commoner, and the audience around him is also a commoner, so the communication between them is as rapid as electricity, and one can even say that they share the same nostrils.The haughty attack of the Flemish hosier's public smearing of court dignitaries aroused in the hearts of all common people an indescribable sense of dignity which was still vague in the fifteenth century. .The hosiery merchant dared to contradict the cardinal just now, but he is really an evenly matched opponent!Some poor wretches take it for granted that even the head-hunters of the abbot of Saint-Gereviève, the abbot of Saint-Gereviève, who is the cardinal's coat and train, are respectful and obedient to them, so when I think of it, I feel sad Very happy.

Coppenol bowed proudly to the bishop, and the bishop quickly returned the salute to the almighty citizen who was also afraid of Louis XI.Then Guillaume Lime, as Philippe de Cominas called the sage and the cunning, watched them both go to their places with a smile of irony and condescension, and the bishop His lordship was very discomfited and worried, but Coppenol was poised and complacent, perhaps thinking to himself that after all his title of hosiery merchant was as good as any other title, and that Mary, the mother of Princess Margaret, whom he had come to propose for him, De Burgundy is perhaps less afraid of the cardinal than of the hosiery merchant, for the favourites, who can stir up the people of Ghent against the princess of Charles the Reckless, are not cardinals. ;When the Princess of Flanders herself goes to the guillotine to beg the people to spare them, a word can strengthen the will of the people, and it is not a cardinal who is not moved by her tears and entreaties; A mere lift of the elbow in his leather coat would bring down the heads of two men: Guil de Ambecourt and Guillaume Hugonet, two illustrious lords!

But it was not the end of the matter for the poor cardinal, and in the company of so uneducated a man it seemed that the cup of wine must be drunk to the end. Perhaps the judge hasn't forgotten that brazen beggar, the beggar who climbed onto the edge of the cardinal's stand as soon as the prologue began?Even when these dignitaries arrived, he did not let go and climb down and slip away; and when the ecclesiastics and envoys were seated, sitting close together like Flemish herrings in the high-backed chairs of the stands, he assumed an air of contentment. In a self-satisfied posture, he simply put his two legs crossed on the lintel under the top of the column.Its rudeness was rare in the world, but at first no one noticed it, everyone turned their attention elsewhere, and he, who was completely unaware of what happened in the hall, could only be seen shaking his head and looking like a Neapolitan. A carefree look; as if due to some kind of mechanical inertia, he shouted from time to time amid the noise: "Please do it!" Of course, among the audience, he may be the only one who doesn't bother to turn around and look at the department. The dispute between Purnoll and the prison gate.However, it was a coincidence that Ghent, the hosiery shop owner who had already won the favor of the public and became the center of attention, happened to come over and sit in the first row of the stands, leaning impartially above the beggar's head.The Flemish envoy, having inspected the monster under his nose, patted him affectionately on the shoulder under his tattered clothes, and everyone was amazed.The beggar suddenly turned his head, and the two faces suddenly showed expressions of surprise, understanding and joy.Then, completely ignoring the audience present, the hosier and the sick man held hands and chatted in low voices.At this moment, Clopin Trouyff's rags set off the golden brocade on the stands like a caterpillar crawling on an orange. The spectators were overjoyed at this new and strange sight, and there was such an uproar in the hall that the cardinal felt at once what it was about.He bowed slightly, but from his seat he could only vaguely see the shameless wide-sleeved shirt on Truyve's body, so he naturally thought it was a beggar begging.Such audacity made the cardinal explode in anger, and shouted: "My lord, the official of the Palace of Justice, quickly throw this monster into the river for me!" "Damn it! My Lord Cardinal!" Coppenol said, still holding Clopin's hand, "This is a friend of mine." "Deadly! Definitely!" cried the boisterous crowd.Henceforth, as Philippe de Cominas said, Monsieur Coppenol was as much trusted by the people in Paris as in Ghent, for a man of such a spirit, so lawless, must have won the hearts of the people. When the cardinal heard this, he bit his lip angrily.He turned his head sideways and whispered to the abbot of St. Gereviève Church next to him: "This is the ridiculous envoy sent by His Royal Highness to propose marriage to Princess Margaret!" "Your Excellency, it's useless to talk about etiquette with these Flemish pigs," the abbot replied. "The pearls are set before the pigs." "Rather, the pig precedes Marguerite," replied the cardinal, smiling. Hearing these word games, all the courtiers in cassocks were ecstatic with joy.The cardinal felt a little relieved at once, and finally evened with Coppenol, and his naughty remarks were also praised. Now, we might as well ask those among the judges who are capable of summing up images and ideas, in the language of today's fashion, whether they were impressed by the scene in the parallelogram hall of the Palace of Justice when we interrupted their original attention. There is a clear impression.In the middle of the hall, with its back against the west wall, is a gorgeous grandstand covered with golden brocade.Under the loud announcement of the prison gate, those serious figures stepped into the stands one by one through a small pointed arched door.On the first few rows of benches in the stands, many nobles were already sitting, wearing ermine hats, velvet hats, or scarlet silk hats.Around, below, and opposite the solemn and solemn stands, there were dark crowds everywhere, and there was a lot of noise everywhere.Thousands of eyes of the people watched every face in the stands, and thousands of mouths whispered the names of everyone in the stands.This scene is indeed rare and worthy of the audience's attention. But over there, at the end of the hall, what is that stand with four colorful puppets in the upper row and four puppets in the lower row?Beside the table, who is that pale man in black cloth jacket?well!My dear judge, that is the stage where Pierre Gringoire and his prologue were performed. We all forgot about him. And that's exactly what he's worried about. As soon as the cardinal entered the arena, Gringoire fidgeted all the time, trying every means to save his performance of the preface.First, he ordered the actors who had stopped to continue the performance and raise their voices, but seeing that no one was listening, he simply told them to stop the performance.It had been a quarter of an hour since the show stopped, and he kept stomping, running, calling Gisgate and Lienard, and urging those around him to ask the prologue to continue.But all these efforts were in vain.No one took his eyes off the cardinal, the legate, and the stand: the stand became the only center of a huge circle where all the lines of sight converged!We are also sorry to say that the performance of the prologue was beginning to tire the audience a little by the time His Excellency the Cardinal's presence had terribly distracted all attention.After all, in the stands and on the stage, it was the same drama: the conflict between farming and priests, between nobles and merchants.Moreover, Gringoire was dressed up strangely, wearing a yellow and white coat, painted with paint and powder, nondescript, and spoke in verse. Instead of looking at this scarecrow, many people would rather look at the scarecrow in Flanders. In the regiment, in the small church, under the cardinal's red robe, under the Coppenol's coat, those big living people of flesh and blood breathing, moving, and colliding with each other. On the other hand, our poet saw the audience calm down a little, and took it to heart, which could have saved the defeat. "Sir, how about starting from scratch?" He turned around and said to a fat man with a patient look on his side. "What?" said the fat man. "Oh! Sacred Miracle Play." Gringoire replied. "As you like," said the fat man. Hearing this half-true approbation, Gringoire felt that enough was enough, and he went into battle himself, confusing himself with the crowd as much as possible, and shouted: "Replay the Miracle from the beginning! Replay from the beginning!" "Damn it!" said John of the Mill. "Over there, what are they yelling up there?" (Because Gringoire's voice was so loud, it sounded like several people were yelling.) "Students! Don't you think the Miracle Play is over? They have to do it all over again, which is not okay." "No! No!" All the students shouted. "Down with the Holy Miracle Drama! Down!" But Gringoire, exerting all his strength, shouted louder: "Again! Again!" These shouts attracted the cardinal's attention, and he said to a large man in black a few steps away: "Mr. Punisher, are those ghosts imprisoned in a holy water bottle, so they scream so fiercely?" The court official of the judicial palace is a kind of amphibious judge, a kind of bat in the judicial circle, which is both a mouse and a bird; it is both a judge and a warrior. The clerk went up to the bishop, fearing that he would be displeased, and stammered to explain to him the reason for the people's impoliteness: His Excellency had not yet arrived, and noon had passed. When it arrived, the actors had no choice but to start the performance without waiting for the honorable car to come.