Chapter 10 Notre-Dame de Paris (1) Volume 2 Dangerous (2)

"Beautiful, it's your turn." Said the dancing girl.She sat down, gracefully, held out her tambourine to the goat, and asked: "Jiali, what month is it?" The goat raised one front foot and tapped on the tambourine.It really is January. The crowd responded with applause. "Jiali, what date is it today?" The girl asked again, turning the tambourine to the other side. Belle raised her little golden foot and struck six times on the tambourine. "Belle" the Egyptian girl kept playing with her tambourine, turned it over and asked again. "What time is it?"

Belle knocked seven times.At this moment, the clock in Zhuzi Pavilion struck seven o'clock. "There must be witchcraft in it!" said a sullen voice from the crowd.It was the voice of the bald man who kept staring at the gypsy girl. She shuddered when she heard it, and turned her head away; but the applause renewed, overpowering the man's gloomy exclamation. The applause completely blotted out the man's voice from her mind, and she went on asking the goat: "Belle, what did Sir Guichard Dalemy, the captain of the city defense pistol team, look like during the Candlemas parade?"

When Jiali heard this, she stood up and walked on her hind legs, bleating at the same time.The walking posture is both well-behaved and serious, and the onlookers all burst into laughter when they saw the kid's pious imitation of the selfish pious appearance of the captain of the pistol team. "Beautiful," the girl said boldly as she saw that the performance was getting more and more successful. "How did Monsieur Jacques Charmolue, Inquisitor of the King's Inquisition, come to preach?" Immediately the kid got up on his hind legs and began to bleat again, shaking his forefeet, looking extremely queer, so to speak, except that he could not imitate his broken French and broken Latin, his manners, voice, The posture, but imitated vividly, is Jacques Charmolue himself.

When the crowd saw it, they applauded even more vigorously. "Blasphemy! Treason!" said the bald man again. The gypsy girl turned around again. "Oh! It's the bad guy again!" she said.As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his lower lip and pouted his lips lightly, which looked like a habitual anger. Then he turned around and began to ask for rewards from the audience with his tambourine in hand. Large silver coins, small silver coins, shield coins, and small copper coins engraved with eagles all fell down like rain.Suddenly, she walked in front of Gringoire.Gringoire put her hand into her pocket bewilderedly, and she stopped quickly. "Damn it!" The poet touched his pocket and found that it was empty.But the pretty girl stood there motionless, staring at him with her big eyes, holding out her tambourine, and waiting.Gringoire was sweating profusely.

If he had a mountain of Peruvian gold in his pocket, he would give it to the dancing girl.But Gringoire had no Peruvian gold mountains, and America had not yet been discovered at that time. Fortunately, an unexpected incident relieved his siege. "Aren't you going away, Egyptian grasshopper?" cried a shrill voice from the darkest corner of the square. Startled, the girl turned around hastily.This time it was not the voice of the bald man, but the voice of a woman, hypocritical and fierce. Besides, the shouting, which frightened the gypsy girl, greatly amused the crowd of children running about there.

"It's the hermit of the Bell Tower of Laurent," shouted the children, laughing wildly. "It's the girl in sackcloth who's furious! Hasn't she had her supper yet? Let's get her some leftovers." ① A kind of confession of Christians who wear sackcloth or sacks and sprinkle ashes on their bodies. Everyone rushed to Zhuzi Pavilion together in a hurry. At this moment, Gringoire took advantage of the gypsy girl's uneasiness and escaped. Hearing the noise of the children, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he ran to the cold table.But those little rascals ran faster than he did, and by the time he got there, the cold tables had been cleared away, not even five soles a catty of wild vegetables that no one wanted to eat.Only a few slender lilies painted by Mathieu Bittainer in 1434, interspersed with a few roses, hung on the wall.It would be too shabby to eat it for dinner.

Going to sleep without eating is a nuisance, but going to sleep without eating is even more unpleasant.Gringoire was in such a situation, without food or shelter.He felt that he was being tortured by the necessities of life, and that he felt the harshness of the necessities of life all the more.He had already discovered this truth: Jupiter created man in a moment of misanthropy, but the saint's whole life was surrounded by his destiny.As for Gringoire himself, he had never seen such a tight blockade, driving him to nowhere; he could hear the drums of surrender beating in his stomach, and it was too much for him to use famine to disarm his philosophy. Lost face.

He grew more and more melancholy, lost in this pitiful meditation.At this time, there was a sudden burst of tender but weird singing, which woke him up from his contemplation. come over.It was the Egyptian maiden who sang. Her singing voice is as moving as her dancing and her beauty, it is difficult to describe in words, and it makes people ecstasy.It can be said that the singing is pure, loud, ethereal, and melodious; the melody is like a flower that keeps blooming, with cadences and rhythms that are ever-changing; moreover, the lyrics are short and short, with notes of shrieks and boos in between; moreover, the scale jumps rapidly , Even the nightingale is willing to bow down, but always maintains harmony; moreover, the octave sings so lingeringly, just like the breasts of the young showgirl, rising and falling, rising and falling.Her pretty face, changing with all the emotions of the song, changed its expression from the wildest passion to the purest dignity.She looks like a madwoman one moment and a queen the other.

The words she sang were in a language that Gringoire had never heard before, and it seemed that she herself did not understand them, because the expression on her face had nothing to do with the meaning of the words.So the following quatrains, sung from her lips, were wild with joy: A box is worth a fortune, Found in a sink. There are also new flags inside, Decorated with some scary patterns. After a while, the stanza was sung again; Arabs on horseback, Sword in hand, brace on shoulder, Catapults joined together in one piece, Do not fight and destroy each other. Gringoire was on the verge of tears as he listened.In fact, she sings mainly to express her happiness. She is like a bird who sings because she is peaceful and comfortable, because she is carefree.

① An impure Spanish. The singing of the gypsy girl disturbed Gringoire's reveries, just like swans disturb the calm water.He listened, his heart was swayed, and he forgot everything.For the first time in hours he forgot his pain. This moment is too short. The voice of the same woman who had interrupted the dancing of the gypsy girl interrupted her singing again. "Cicada in hell, why don't you shut up?" She still shouted from the dark corner of the square. Poor Cicada stopped abruptly.Gringoire hastily covered his ears. "Oh! the damned mutilated saw has come to cut through the harp!" he cried.

① This is a contrast.The broken saw refers to the old and toothless mouth of a hermit nun, and here refers to her voice; the harp refers to a kind of violin in ancient Greece, also a kind of violin in the seventeenth century. Others in the audience, though, muttered as he did: "To hell with the sack girl!" More than one person said so.This invisible and disappointing old hag, who has repeatedly assaulted the gypsy girl, is almost too late to repent; if it were not for the procession of the mad pope approaching to distract their attention at this moment, the old hag would have suffered head off.The parade walked through many streets and alleys, holding high torches, making a lot of noise, and walked into the river beach square. This procession, which the judge has already seen starting from the Palais de Justice, continues to expand along the way, and all the pariahs, idle thieves, and random tramps on the streets of Paris have joined in, so they arrived When it was on the river beach, it was huge and spectacular.First came Egypt.The Grand Duke of Egypt rode first, and his counts were on foot, holding the bridle and stirrups for him; behind, Egyptians, men and women, in confusion, with their yelling children on their shoulders; all the people, dukes, All the earls and the common people are all in rags, or in gorgeous and tacky old clothes.Then there is the kingdom of slang, the thieves of all stripes in France, arranged in order of rank, with the lowest rank first.In this way, four people marched in a row, carrying different signs of their respective ranks in this strange group. Most of them were disabled, lame, broken arms, and stumps. Stupid, some pretend to be pilgrims, some are night-blind, there are also crazy, cross-eyed, fake medicine sellers, loose, mediocre, cowardly, sick, shoddy, deceitful, fatherless Motherly lovers of accomplices, hypocrites, etc., even if Homer is alive, it is difficult to win.In the middle of that inner circle of accomplices and hypocrites, it was difficult to identify the king of the kingdom of slang, the burly king of beggars, squatting in a small cart drawn by two large dogs.Behind the kingdom of slang lies the Empire of Galilee.The emperor of this empire, Guillaume Rousseau, was walking majesticly in a vermilion robe full of wine stains. In front of him were sumo wrestlers and charlatan performers dancing Zhujie dance. The secretary of the Audit Court.Standing in front were the little clerks of the Palace of Justice, dressed in black robes, holding a may tree decorated with paper flowers, playing music worthy of a witch's night party, and burning large raisin candles. ① Refers to the Gypsy group.The various titles are the self-proclaimed titles of the leaders of this group. ② "Empire of Galilee" was originally the nickname given to the Court of Audit by people in the Middle Ages, and it is borrowed here to refer to the court and the small clerks of the Court of Audit. And in the center of the crowd, the ministers of the Madmen's Society carried a stretcher full of candles, which was more numerous than the reliquary stretcher of Saint-Germain Riviève during the plague.On this casket, crowned with batons, clad in a great gown, resplendent, sits Quasimodo the Hunchback, the bell-ringer of the Madame Notre-Dame, the newly-elected madman! Each part of this strange parade has its own unique music.The Egyptians beat African wooden watchtowers and tambourines vigorously.The gangsters never wrote rhythms, but they also played the harp, the horned hunting horn, and the twelfth-century Gothic accordion.The Empire of Galilee was not so brilliant, and people could still vaguely recognize in its music some kind of crude three-stringed violin used in the music's infancy, and the music was still confined to the three simple re-la-mi. note.However, it was a collection of the essence of the music at that time, and there were many kinds of music competing for it. The happiest one was played around the mad pope: all treble violins, alto violins, and treble violins, plus flutes and brass instruments.well!Of course the judge remembered that this was Gringoire's band. It is indescribable how Quasimodo's sad and ugly face reached its culmination of triumphant and supercilious radiance all the way from the Palais de Justice to the Piazza del Rina.For the first time in his life, he tasted the joys of self-respect.Hitherto, he had tasted only humiliation and contempt everywhere because of his low position, and only being rejected because of his appearance.So, despite his deafness, he always felt hated by the crowd and therefore hated the crowd, and now, as a true pope, he was slowly savoring the applause of the crowd.Even if his common people are a bunch of mad, paralyzed, thieves, and beggars, so what the hell!Anyway, they will always be a group of common people, and he will always be a Pope.For the bursts of ironic applause, for the dumbfounding respect, he took it very seriously, but it has to be said that there is also a little fear of the crowd for him.This is because the hunchback is strong and strong, because the cripple is nimble and quick, and because the deaf man is wicked: these three qualifications water down the funny. Besides, the mad new pope was himself conscious of the emotions he experienced, and of the emotions he aroused in others, which we never imagined.The soul living in this incomplete body must also have imperfections and dullness.Therefore, his feelings at this moment are extremely vague, vague, and chaotic to him.It was only when he was happy and full of ambition that his gloomy and unhappy face was radiant. Just as Quasimodo passed by the Pavilion of Pillars triumphantly in a state of madness, a man burst out from among the crowd, and angrily snatched away the golden wooden scepter in his hand, which was the symbol of the Madman Pope. , all were taken aback and terrified. This man, this daring fellow, was the same bald-headed fellow who had been in the midst of the crowd watching the dancing gipsy girls and had been threatening the poor girl with vile words.He was wearing priestly clothes.Gringoire hadn't noticed him at first, but when he saw him rushing out of the crowd, he recognized him immediately. Gringoire couldn't help exclaiming, and said: "Strange! Isn't this Hermes 1 second, my teacher, the archdeacon, Don Claude Frollo! What is he going to do to this ugly one-eyed monster?" A trick? The one-eyed dragon will eat him alive." ① Hermes: The messenger of the gods in ancient Greek mythology, the patron god of merchants and pedestrians, the protector of land and portals, the god of animal husbandry, and the inventor of all sciences.Because of his cunning and ingenuity, he is described as a swindler and a thief, and is regarded as the patron saint of swindlers and thieves in the world; his image became a symbol of male genitalia in ancient times, and his romantic anecdotes have been circulated many times.Here, using Hermes to describe the vicar bishop shows the complexity of this person's personality. Sure enough, a terrifying cry rose into the air.The terrible Quasimodo hastily jumped off the stretcher, so frightened the women that they looked away, unable to bear to see the archdeacon being torn to pieces. Quasimodo jumped up to the priest, glanced at him, and fell on his knees. The priest tore off the Pope's crown from his head, snapped his scepter, and tore his robe studded with pieces of gold leaf. Quasimodo remained on his knees, bowed his head and folded his palms. Then there was a strange conversation between them, using signs and gestures, for neither of them spoke.The priest stood, flabbergasted, baring his teeth and claws, while Quasimodo fell on his knees, humbly and imploringly.After all, it is certain that Quasimodo could crush a priest with his thumb if he wanted to. At last the archdeacon shook Quasimodo's strong shoulders violently, motioned him to stand up, and followed him. Quasimodo stood up. At this moment, after the initial shock had passed, the Madmen resolved to defend their Pope, who had been so suddenly ousted from his horse.The Egyptians, the Black Talkers, and all the little clerks came running up and shouting at the priest. But Quasimodo came and stood in front of the priest, his powerful fists clenched, his veins exposed, his teeth sharpened like an enraged tiger, and he stared at the besieger. The priest resumed his gloomy and dignified manner, made a sign to Quasimodo, and quietly withdrew. Quasimodo made his way in front of him, pushing his way through the crowd. They passed through the crowd and the square, followed by a great crowd of jolly and idlers.Quasimodo then came to the rear of the palace, and followed the archdeacon backwards. He was short, vicious, and deformed, with his hair standing on end, his arms folded tightly, his tusks bared like wild boars, and he roared like a beast. With every move and glance, the crowd swayed in fright and dodged one after another. The people had no choice but to watch the two of them get into a dark alley, and no one dared to take the risk of following them. Quasimodo's specter of gnashing his teeth was enough to block the entrance of the alley. "That's wonderful, but where the hell shall I go for my supper?" said Gringoire.