Chapter 23 Notre Dame de Paris (2) Volume 4 Kind People (1)

a kind people Sixteen years before this story happened, in the early morning of Quasimodo Sunday ①, after the mass in Notre Dame Cathedral, people discovered that someone had placed a small life in the wooden bed built on the stone slab on the ground on the left side of the church square, facing the St. That great statue of Christopher.In 1413, when someone tried to overthrow the saint together with the statue of the knight Sir Antoine de Hersald, the statue of the believer knelt and looked up at the saint.According to the custom at that time, all abandoned babies were placed on this wooden bed, and begged to be merciful and adopted.Whoever is willing to adopt can take the child away.There is a copper basin in front of the wooden bed, which is used for people to throw money in alms.

On the morning of Quasimodo Day in 1467 A.D., this little creature lying on the wooden bed seemed to arouse great curiosity among the crowd. A large group of people crowded around the wooden bed, most of whom were women. Almost all old ladies. ① Quasimodo Sunday, also known as Quasimodo Day, refers to the first Sunday after Easter. There were four old women in the front row looking down at the wooden bed. Judging from the sleeveless cloaks they wore that looked like cassocks, it could be guessed that they belonged to a certain charity society.Why the annals do not pass down the names of these four prudent and venerable nuns to posterity, I cannot understand.They were Arnes Elm, Jeanne de Tarme, Henriette Gautier, Gaucher Violet, all widows, all Edenard— The old nuns of the chapel of Audry, with the permission of their superior, went out to hear a sermon on this day, according to the rules of Pierre d'Ay.

However, even if these four honest Sisters of Audrey temporarily abide by the statute of Pierre de Eye, they will willingly violate the most inhuman regulations of Michel de Brache and Cardinal Bizet. The law that they are not allowed to speak. "What's this, Mammy?" Anis asked Goschel, looking at the little thing. He saw so many eyes on him that he was so frightened that he cried and writhed desperately on the wooden bed. "What's the matter, if they have children like this?" Yana said. "I'm not good at giving birth, but looking at this child in front of me is a sin." Anis said again.

"This is not a child, Anis!" "It's a shapeless monkey," Goschel said. "It's a miracle!" continued Henriette Gautier. "That's right, it's the third one since Ratar Sunday ②," Anis pointed out. "It was less than a week since we last saw the apparition of Our Lady of Aubervilliers punishing the madman who mocked the pilgrims. This is the second miracle of the month." ①Pierre de Ey (1350-1420), a senior French clergyman and theologian, once served as the dean of the Sorbonne University, the confessor of Charles VI, and the bishop of Biy.

② Ratar Sunday refers to the fourth Sunday after Lent. "This so-called abandoned baby is really a terrifying monster." Yana said again. "He was crying so hard that the choirboys were deafened by him," Goschel continued. "It can be said that Lord Lance specially gave this monster to Lord Paris!" Gautier added with clasped hands. "I think," said Anis Alm, "that it's a beast, a beast, a piglet born to a Jewish man from a sow. Anything that has nothing to do with Christians should be thrown into the river." Drown in the water, or throw it into the fire and burn it!"

"I really hope no one claims it," continued Gautier. "Oh, God!" cried Anis suddenly. "Walk down along the river, next to the bishop's mansion, there is a nursery at the bottom of the alley, maybe they will send this little monster to be fed by those poor nurses! If it were me, I would rather feed it Vampires." "Poor Elm, how naive you are!" continued Jana. "Don't you see that this little monster is at least four years old, and he doesn't have as much appetite for your teats as he does for a barbecue spit." ① Both Reims and Paris were viscount fiefs at that time.

In fact, "this little monster" (even we can hardly give it another name) is not a newborn baby.It was a small pile of flesh, very well-defined in shape and moving with great vigor, wrapped in a sack bearing the initials of Monsieur Guillaume Chatier, Bishop of Paris at the time, with his head sticking out of the sack.This head is weird, with thick brown hair, one eye, one mouth, and a few teeth.The eyes are watery, the mouth is squawking, and the teeth look like they just want to bite.The whole thing struggles in the sack, dumbfounded by the ever-expanding, ever-renewing audience around it.

A wealthy lady, Mrs. Aloise de Gondlaurier, with a long veil on her golden horns, and a beautiful girl of about six years old, was passing by here, so she sat on the wooden bed. She stopped before, and looked at the poor little thing for a while, while her lovely little girl, Lily de Gondlaurier, all covered in silk and satin, pointed with her beautiful fingers The hanging wooden sign spells the words on it: Abandoned Babies. "To tell you the truth, I thought there were only real children on display here!" said the noble lady, turning her head away in disgust. As soon as he had finished speaking, he turned around, and at the same time threw a silver florin into the copper basin. It fell among the small coins and made a loud noise, and the poor old nuns in the little church of Edena-Audry all cried out. Look, the eyes are wide open.

A few moments later, Robert Mistrycole, the king's councillor, dignified and learned, passed by, with a large missal under one arm, and his wife, Guillemet, under the other. ·Meles ordered his wife, so that he has a regulator on each side: one is to regulate the spirit, and the other is to regulate the substance. "Abandoned baby! It looks like it was abandoned on the bank of the River Styx!" The privy officer said after examining the thing carefully. "I only saw him with one eye and a wart on the other eye," reminded Guilmet's wife. "It's not a wart, but an egg, and in it lies another devil in his likeness, and in that another egg, and in that egg another devil, and so on, ad infinitum." Robert Mies Tricoll continued.

① Florin silver coin: the name of the currency of ancient Florence. "How do you know?" asked Guilmet Meres. "I'll know it when I see it." The Privy Officer replied. "Master Privy Officer, what do you think this so-called abandoned baby portends?" Goschel asked. "The catastrophe of doom." Mistrykor responded. "Oh, my God!" said an old woman in the audience, "because of this evil, the plague was rampant last year, and now I hear that the English are about to land in large numbers at Arfleur." "Then the Queen may not be able to come to Paris in September," another old woman added. "Business has sucked."

"It is my opinion," exclaimed Jeanne de Tarme, "that the people of Paris would do better to let the little wizard's body lie on the pyre than on the plank." "On the burning pyre," added another old woman. "It's safer that way," Mistrykor said. For some time a young priest stood by, listening to the arguments of the nuns of Audry Chapel and the instructions of the Privy Councilor.This person had a serious face, a broad forehead, and deep eyes. He pushed his way through the crowd without making a sound, looked carefully at the little wizard, and stretched out his hand to protect him.The man came at the right time, for all the gods were already intoxicated with adoring the wonderful burning pyre. "I have adopted the child," said the priest. He wrapped it in cassock and took the child away.The audience watched him go blankly. After a while, he walked through the red door that then led from the church to the monastery, and then disappeared without a trace. After the first shock had passed, Jeanne de Tarme said, biting Gautier's ear: "Mammy, I told you long ago that this young priest, Monsieur Claude Frollo, is a wizard."