Chapter 29 Notre Dame de Paris (2) Volume 5 This will destroy that (1)

An abbot of St. Martin's Abbey① Don Claude's fame had already spread far and wide.At about the time when he did not want to see the princess of the Beauges, he received a visit which he never forgot. It was one night.He had just returned from his evening lessons to his little chapel in the courtyard of the Priory of Notre-Dame.In this small room, there were only a few small bottles thrown in a corner, which were filled with some kind of suspicious powder, which looked like explosives. Perhaps apart from that, there was nothing strange or mysterious about it.Although there are some writings scattered on the wall, they are purely wise maxims or pious proverbs of famous writers.The archdeacon had just sat down by the light of a brass lamp with three caps, facing a large cabinet piled high with manuscripts.Resting his elbow on the open book of Honorius de Orton's "On Fate and Free Will", he brooded, flipping through a folio he had just brought—the only one in the small room. publications.Just as he was meditating, someone knocked on the door suddenly. "Who is it?" cried the learned man, with the sound of a hungry dog ​​barking when disturbed while gnawing a bone.The outside answered: "It's your friend Jacques Coutier." He then went to open the door.

①② The original text is Latin. It really is an imperial physician.This person was about fifty years old, with a rigid expression on his face, but fortunately, his sly eyes were quite bright.There was another person with him.Both were dressed in dark gray squirrel furs, tightly belted and tightly wrapped, and hats of the same material and color.Their hands were covered by sleeves, their feet were covered by fur skirts, and their eyes were covered by hats. "God bless, my lords!" said the Archdeacon, letting them in. "I'm really overjoyed to have distinguished guests here at such times." He said so politely, but his eyes showed uneasiness and inquiry, scanning the imperial doctor and his companions.

"It is never too late to call on such a master as Don Claude Frollo de Tierchape," replied Doctor Coictier, his Franche-Comté When speaking with an accent, each sentence is drawn out, looking solemn like a long robe with a tail. So the doctor and the archdeacon exchanged pleasantries.According to the custom at the time, this was the opening remark of mutual compliments before the scholars talked, which did not affect their hatred of each other in a friendly atmosphere.Having said that, it is still the same today. When any scholar compliments another scholar, his mouth is as sweet as honey, but his stomach is full of poisonous juice.

Claude Frollo chiefly complimented Jacques Coictier, that skilful physician, who, in the course of his enviable profession, was adept at reaping so many earthly benefits from each treatment of the king, a kind of Trades like alchemy are easier and more reliable than seeking the philosopher's stone. ① The name of the old province in eastern France. "Indeed, Monsieur de Coutiers, I am overjoyed to learn that my nephew, my venerable Monsieur Pierre Verser, is bishop. Is he not bishop of Amiens?" "Yes, my lord archdeacon; it is the grace and mercy of God." "On Christmas Day, you led a group of members of the Audit Court. You are really proud; do you know, Mr. Dean?"

"The vice-principal, Don Claude. Alas! Only the vice-principal." "How is your beautiful house in the rue Saint-André at the Arches? It's really a Louvre! I like the almond tree carved on the door, and it's very interesting. Word: Xingshuju ①." "Don't mention it! Master Claude, the entire construction cost of this house is very high, and the house is gradually built, and I am also increasingly bankrupt." "Oh! Don't you still have the salary of the jailer and the judge of the palace of justice, and the annuity of the many houses, stalls, huts, and shops on the estate? That is a good cow that can't be milked!"

"My estate at Poissy has not made a penny this year." "But your toll tax in Trier, Saint-James, and Ley Saint-Germain has always been rich." "One hundred and twenty livres, and not even paris." "You still hold the position of the king's admonishment doctor, this is fixed." "That's right, Brother Claude, but there are different opinions about that damned Bollini territory. In fact, the average income in good and bad years is less than sixty guineas." ① "Xingshuju" is almost homonymous with "Kuatierju", which is a pun.

Don Claude's frequent compliments to Jacques Coutier were sarcastically, bitterly, secretly mocking, with a melancholy and grim smile on his face, like that of a superior and unlucky man who, for the sake of When he was happy for a while, he played with a vulgar person's rich furniture for fun, but the other party didn't notice it at all. "On my soul," said Claude at last, taking Jacques's hand, "I am delighted to see you in such good health." "Thank you, Mr. Claude." "Yes," exclaimed Don Claude suddenly, "how is your noble patient?"

"He always underpays the doctor," replied the doctor, casting a glance at his companion. "I don't think so, partner Courtiers?" interrupted Jacques's companion. He said this in a tone of surprise and reproach, which involuntarily called the archdeacon's attention to the stranger.In fact, he had not for a single moment completely ignored the stranger from the moment he stepped over the threshold of the small room.He even had a thousand reasons to be cautious with Louis XI's powerful physician, Jacques Coutier, so that the doctor would bring strangers to him like this.Therefore, he was not at all enthusiastic when he heard Jacques Courtier say the following:

"Yes, Don Claude, I have brought a parishioner who has come to visit with great admiration." "Sir, too?" asked the archdeacon, staring sharply at Jacques's companion, and found that the stranger's eyes were no less piercing and aggressive than his own.Under the dim light, it can only be roughly judged that this is an old man in his sixties①, of medium build, who seems to be seriously ill and mentally depressed.Although the profile of the face is full of citizens, it has a certain majesty. The eyeballs under the protruding arched eyebrows are shining, as if they are rays of light from the depths of the den; the brim of the hat has been pulled down to cover the nose, but you can feel Under the hat, Kuan Xuan's forehead with a genius temperament turned.

He personally answered the vicar's questions. "My dear master," he said in a low voice, "you are famous far and wide, and it has been heard in my ears. I came here to ask for advice. I am just a poor country gentleman in the provinces. You should take off your shoes before entering the homes of scholars. .You should know my name, I am Du Langruo's partner." "What an oddity for a squire to take such a name!" thought the archdeacon.Suddenly, however, he felt that he was facing something powerful and serious. Relying on his wisdom, he instinctively guessed that the wisdom in the head of Du Langruo's partner under the fur hat was not inferior to his own.He looked at this serious face, and the sneer that Jacques Coutier had made his gloomy face fade away gradually, like the afterglow of evening gradually disappearing in the sky of night.He sat down again in his high arm-chair, sullen and silent, resting his elbows in their usual places on the table, and resting his forehead on his palm.After pondering for a while, he signaled the two guests to sit down and spoke to Du Langruo's partner.

"Sir, you come to ask me, what kind of knowledge is it?" "Dear Elder," Durango replied, "I'm sick, very sick. I heard that you are the reincarnation of Asclepius, so I'm here to ask you medical questions." ① This old man was Louis XI, who was fifty-eight years old at the time. ② The god of medicine in ancient Greek mythology, who is said to be the son of Apollo.