Chapter 37 Notre Dame de Paris (3) Volume 6 A drop of water, a tear (1)

A Glimpse of Judicial Justice in Ancient Times In 1482 A.D., the nobleman Robert des Estutville was really very successful in office, knight, lord of the domain of Beina, baron of Yvry and Saint-Andry in the department of Manche, and counselor to the king. and squire, the prefect of Paris.In fact, about ten years earlier, on November 7, 1465, the year of the comet, he had been appointed to the honorable appointment of magistrate.The reason why this envoy is so famous is not so much an official position as it is a bestowed territory.Joana Lemnas has said that this office not only has a lot of power in terms of public security, but also has many judicial privileges. A chamberlain is appointed by the king, and the edict of the appointment is far away from Louis XI. In 1482, it was an unthinkable event in 1482 when the illegitimate daughter of Bourbon was married to His Royal Highness the illegitimate son of Bourbon.On the same day that Robert d'Estouteville succeeded Jacques de Villiers as Prefect of Paris, Monsieur Jean Dovey succeeded Monsieur Elie de Torret as Chancellor of the Monastery; Neil de Julsen replaced Pierre de Movilliers as Chancellor of the French Seal; Regnio Delmans replaced Pierre Buil as Examiner of Ordinary Cases at the Palace, called Billy was very upset.

① "When this comet appeared, Borgia's uncle, Pope Calixter, ordered the people to pray; it is the comet that reappeared in 1835." - Hugo original note Borgia is a prominent family in Rome and has produced two popes, namely Callixter III (1378-1458) and Alexander VI (1431-1503). ——Translator's Note ② The original text is Latin. But since Robert d'Estouteville was prefect of Paris, how many times have the ministers, lords of the seal, and directors changed!But the edict given to him stated that he was granted re-election, and he has of course maintained his position.He clings to this post so desperately that he becomes one with it, becomes one with it, so much so that he escapes the fate of Louis XI's frantic replacement of courtiers.Suspicious and manipulative, the king was industrious, keen to maintain the flexibility of his power through frequent appointments and removals.Moreover, the gallant knight had secured his succession for his son, whose squire Jacques d'Estouteville had been listed next to his father's name two years before as squire.It was written at the head of the salary book of the Paris judicial office.Of course, this is a rare Ron!Indeed, Robert d'Estouteville was a good soldier, who had been loyal, had held up the pennant against the League of the Commonwealth, and had presented her with a marvelous dog on the day of her visit to Paris in 14XX. Candied Bucks.Also, he was on good terms with Monsieur Tristan Lhermitte, Superintendent of Horses at the court.Monsieur Robert therefore lived very comfortably and happily.First of all, he has a very generous official salary, plus additional income from the civil case and criminal case clerk's office of the judicial office, just like his vineyard is full of bunches of grapes, which are attached and hanging;

① The flag inserted on the top of the knight's spear, with the knight's title on it. And the revenues of the civil and criminal proceedings of the Umbar court at the Château, not including the small bridge tax of the Pont de Mont and Corbeil, and the tax of firewood bundles and scales of salt in Paris.Added to this was the pleasure of showing off his handsome battle-dress among the half-red and half-brown magistrates and district constables as he went about the town with his cavalry, which The battle robe is engraved on his tomb at Valmont Abbey in Normandy, and can still be seen today, and his helmet covered with flowers can still be seen at Montlieri.In addition, he is in control of the power and can be king and hegemony. He is in charge of twelve arresters, one guard and guard of the Château, two case assistants of the court of the Château, sixteen public security commissioners in sixteen districts of Paris, The jailers of the little castle, four bailiffs with fiefs, one hundred and twenty horsemen, one hundred and twenty armed policemen, night knights and their patrols, patrol detachments, patrol inspection teams and patrol queens Guard, is all this nothing?He exercises high judicial power and junior judicial power, and executes the power of grinding, hanging and dragging, not to mention the granting of the rights stipulated in the charter to the Viscount of Paris, including the land of no honor and the seven pawns to which it belongs. First instance jurisdiction, is that nothing? ① The original text is Latin.Is it conceivable that Monsieur Robert d'Estouteville sat every day under the broad and flat Philippe-Auguste arches of the chateau, passing his judgments? Is this more wonderful?His wife, Madame Ambroise de Loret, owns a fine mansion near the palace in the Rue de Galilee, and Monsieur Robert is busy sending some poor wretch to the "Rue Falkeryard" during the day. What could be more agreeable than spending the night in that little cage, and getting used to going to that fine mansion every night to refresh the day's fatigue?The little cage "that the magistrates and clerks of Paris would like to use as a cell, is only eleven feet long, seven feet four inches wide, and eleven feet high."

Monsieur Robert d'Estouteville not only possessed the special jurisdiction of the magistrate of Paris and the viscount, but also used all his skills to intervene in the king's supreme judgment.There is not a single person in a high position who has not passed through his hands before being beheaded by the executioner.It was he who went to the Bastille at Saint-Anton to take Monsieur the Duke de Namours to the scaffold at the market, and it was he who took Monsieur de Saint-Pierre to the scaffold on the banks of the river; Resentment, yelling, this made His Excellency smile and laugh, he didn't like this Admiral in the first place.

① "See the 1383 cadastre". —— Hugo's original note.The ruler here is an ancient French ruler with a length of 325 mm. ——Translator's Note Indeed, it was more than enough to speak of riches and honors, to be remembered, and to one day occupy a distinguished page in that interesting annals of the Parisian magistrates.It is known from that annals that Udard de Verneve had only one mansion in the Rue Slaughterhouse; Bouillon gifted all his houses in Rue Clopin to the nuns of St. Gereviève, Hugues Aubrio lived in the Rue de Porcupine, and other family records. Yet, in spite of all the reasons for living peacefully and happily, Monsieur Robert d'Estouteville awoke on the morning of January 7, 1482, unhappy and in a bad mood.Where did this feeling come from?

He couldn't say it himself.Is it because the sky is gray?Is it because his old Montlieri leather thongs don't fit, they're too tight for the puffy body of the sheriff?Was it because he saw under the window a gang of vagrants, shirtless under their tunics, hats off their hats, with dungarees on their shoulders and bottles of wine on their waists, walking down the street in a row of four, and dared to laugh at him?Is it because of a vague premonition that the future monarch Charles VIII will deduct three hundred and seventy livres, sixteen soles eight deniers from the magistrate's salary in the coming year?Judges can choose at will.As for us, we tend to think that he is in a bad mood because he is in a bad mood.

Besides, it was the second day of the festival, and everyone was tired of it, especially for the officials who were in charge of cleaning up all the garbage that the festival had brought to Paris--garbage in the literal sense and the meaning--not to mention that he I have to go to Dabao to hold a trial.Having said that, we have noticed that the judges usually try to make themselves unhappy on the day of their appearance, so that they can find someone at any time to vent their grievances on him, in the name of the king, the law and justice. . However, the court opened without waiting for him.His lieutenants, civil, criminal, and special, took up his duties as usual.Since eight o'clock in the morning, in a dark corner of the court of Umbar in the small castle, between a solid oak fence and a wall, dozens of citizens, men and women, have been squeezed, all happy, listening to the deputy of the magistrate, Lord Florent Barberdian, Examining Judge of the Château Court, gave a somewhat topsy-turvy and haphazard judgment in both civil and criminal cases, and it was a very varied and entertaining spectacle.

The courtroom was small, low, and vaulted.At the far end of the hall stood a table decorated with lilies, and a high-backed chair of carved oak, the seat of the magistrate, which was then vacant.On the left is a stool for Monsieur Florian, the examining magistrate.The clerk sat below, and I saw him scribbling carelessly.On the opposite side are the people listening.In front of the door and at the table stood many police officers from the judicial office, all wearing short purple plush coats with white crosses on them.Two constables from the town hall, in half red and half blue Halloween jackets, stood sentinel before a low closed door behind a table at the back of the hall.There was only a small pointed-arched window in the thick wall, through which the pale light of January fell, and fell on two strange faces: one was a stone goblin carved on the keystone as a pendant, the other a A judge sitting on a lily in the depths of the courtroom.

Monsieur Florent Barberdian, the examining magistrate of the Château, sat aloft on the sheriff's case, with two stacks of files on either side, his head resting on his elbows, and one foot on the hem of his solid brown woolen robe. On his face, his face was tucked into a white lambskin collar, and his two eyebrows were set off by the collar, which seemed to be very distinct. His face was flushed, his expression was rough, his eyes blinked, his face was stern and majestic, and his cheeks on both sides hung down to his chin. connected together.Seriously, you might as well put it all together and imagine what this judge looks like.

But the examining magistrate was deaf.For an examining judge, this is only a slight flaw.Although Florian was deaf, he was finally judged, and the sentence was very fitting.Indeed, to be a judge, it is enough to pretend to listen, and this venerable examining judge is the only basic condition of a fair trial, because his attention is absolutely not disturbed by any sound. Besides, there is a man in the auditorium, with a ruthless face, who closely monitors the behavior of the examining judge. He is our friend John Frollo of the Mill. He was nowhere to be seen, except in front of the professor's podium.

"Hello!" he whispered to his sneering companion, Robin Puspin, and began to discuss the scene before him. "Look, there's Janet de Buisson, the pretty chick of that sluggard at the Newmarket!—Damn it, the old bastard condemns her! So he's got no ears, he's got no eyes, either." She wore two strings of beads, and she was fined fifteen soles and four deniers! That's a little too heavy. The terms of the law are harsh. Who is that? It's Robin Chef-de-Ville, the armorer! — Is he a master of the trade just because he is full of masters? — That is his entrance fee. — Hey! There are two noblemen among those rascals! Aigle de Souin, Hudin de Mai. Two squires, the body of Christ! The original text is in Latin. Ah! They are here for playing dice. When will we see our school director on trial here? See him A hundred Paris livres fined to the king! As a deaf man--Barberdian is very deaf--Barberdian deaf is sure to play!--I really want to be My brother who is archdeacon, in that case I would not gamble, day and night, life and death, lose my shirt, but my soul!— Our Lady! So many girls! One by one, lovely little ones! That's Ambroise Leguierre! That's Isabeau named Peyrette! That's Berard Giraud Ning! By God, I know them all! Fine! Fine! Well, who taught you to wear gilded girdles! Ten Paris sols! Sluts! — Oh! The ugly old judge , deaf and stupid! Alas! Fool Florian! Alas! Fool Barberdian! Look at him at the banquet! Eating the litigant's flesh, eating the lawsuit, eating, chewing, eating Distended belly, stuffed guts. Fines, confiscation, taxes, tributes, salaries, damages, torture fees, cell fees, prison guard fees, shackle fees, no One and all, and all this extraction is to him like Christmas cake and St. John's marzipan! Look at him, the pig! — Ouch, good! Another coquette! !It was Tipeau named Tipaud, exactly, it was she!—for she came out of the Rue de Gratigny!—who was that young master? A fine cavalryman of the crossbow. For cursing God.— A fine, Thibaud! A fine, Guièvroy! A fine for both! The old deaf man! He must have mixed up the two cases, sure as hell , must have punished the girl for swearing, and the fine horseman for prostitution!—Attention, Robin Puspin! Who are they bringing? See so many arresters! Jupiter! All the hounds! Well, I must have caught a big game. A wild boar!—It was a boar, Robin! It was a boar.—And a croaking one!—Hercules! It was us yesterday our mad Pope, our bell-ringer, that one-eyed man, that hunchback, that grotesque! It is Quasimodo! . . . " Not bad at all. It was Quasimodo, bound tightly, firmly, firmly, firmly, and guarded.A team of policemen surrounded him, and the patrolling knights also went into battle in person.The knight wears a girdle with the arms of France on the chest and the arms of Paris on the back.There was nothing in Quasimodo, other than deformity, that would justify such an attack.His face was gloomy, silent and quiet, except for his one eye, which looked gloomy and angry from time to time at the five-flowered knot on his body. ① Hercules in ancient Greek mythology. He looked around with the same look, but his eyes were so dull and listless that the women all pointed at him and laughed all the time. At the same time, Monsieur Florian, the examining magistrate, carefully turned over the indictment against Quasimodo which had been handed to him by the clerk, and, after having glanced over it briefly, seemed absorbed for a moment in thought.Every time he interrogates, he always prepares carefully in this way. He knows the name, identity and criminal facts of the defendant in advance, and even how the defendant will answer and how to refute it is also planned in advance. So no matter how twists and turns the interrogation took, it would eventually come out without revealing too much of his deafness. To him, pleadings were like blind dogs.If something is wrong, or if some incomprehensible question is asked, which reveals his deaf disability, some people regard these situations as incomprehensible, others as stupid.Abstruse or stupid, it does not detract from the magistrate's dignity at all, for it is better for a judge to be considered inscrutable or stupid than to be deaf.So he was always careful to hide his deafness from everyone, and usually so well that he even had an illusion about himself.Actually, this is much easier than people think.All the hunchbacks like to walk with their heads held high, all the stutterers like to talk loudly, and all the deaf people like to talk in a low voice.As for Florian, at best he thought his ears were a little hard of hearing.On this point, it was the only concession he made to public opinion in his self-examination and frankness. Then, having thought over Quasimodo's case, he threw back his head, half-closed his eyes, and assumed a more dignified and more impartial air, so that, at this moment, he was completely Deaf and blind.These are two necessary conditions, otherwise, he will not be a perfect judge.He assumed this majestic posture and began the interrogation. "Name?" Here, however, is a situation that was never "foreseen by the law": a deaf man will interrogate another deaf man. Quasimodo did not hear what was being asked, and continued to stare at the judge without answering.The judge, being deaf, and having no idea that the accused was also deaf, assumed that he had answered the question, as all accused usually do, and then went on in the usual rigid and clumsy way: "Very well. Age?" Quasimodo still did not answer.The judge thought that the question had been answered satisfactorily, so he continued to ask. "Now answer, your identity?" Still silent.At this time the audience began to whisper and look at each other. "Come on," continued the poised examining judge, thinking that the defendant had answered his third question, "you stand before this court charged with: first, disturbing the peace late at night; The person of the mad woman is guilty of prostitution; thirdly, she has plotted against the king's bow and arrow guards for treason. ① The original text is Latin. You must explain all of the above points clearly. —— Clerk, have you recorded the defendant's statement just now? " As soon as this nondescript question was raised, everyone from the clerk to the audience roared with laughter. The laughter was so strong, so crazy, so contagious, and so unanimous that even two deaf people noticed it.Quasimodo shrugged his back and turned his head contemptuously, while Monsieur Florian, who was as surprised as he was, thought it was some answer from the accused that caused the audience to laugh, and saw him shrug his shoulders again, Thinking that it was obvious for him to retort, he reprimanded angrily: "Bad fellow, what did you answer that deserves to be hanged! Do you know who you're addressing?" This kind of scolding could not stop the laughter that broke out in the audience.On the contrary, everyone felt that this scolding was extremely absurd, the bull's head was wrong with the horse's mouth, and even the head catchers in the citizen's reception room laughed wildly. common traits in them.Quasimodo alone was dignified, for he knew nothing of what was going on around him.The judge became more and more annoyed, thinking that the interrogation should continue with the same tone, hoping to use this trick to calm the defendant's arrogance, force him to subdue, and in turn influence the audience, forcing the audience to restore their respect for the court. "Then you, a villain and a thief, dare to disrespect this court, to despise the examining magistrate of the Petit Château, and the deputy magistrate of the public security of Paris, who prosecutes high crimes, misdemeanors, and misdemeanors, Trades, abolishing monopolies, maintaining roads, prohibiting the sale of poultry and wild fowl, managing the weighing of firewood and all kinds of wood, cleaning the city of dirt and infectious diseases in the air, in a word, working tirelessly for public welfare, neither paid nor paid. No salaries are to be expected! My name is Florent Barberdian, direct deputy to the Sheriff, and additionally Ombudsman, Ombudsman, Supervision Commissioner, Inspection Commissioner, in the Judiciary, the Tribunal, the Detention House, and the Court of First Instance, etc. All sides have the same power, you know!..." When a deaf man speaks to a deaf man, there is no end to it.If the low door in the back of the hall hadn't been opened suddenly, and the sheriff himself had walked in, then Master Florian would have opened up the chatterbox in this way, talking endlessly, and genius knows where to talk and when to stop. live. Seeing him coming in, Monsieur Florian did not stop suddenly, but turned half sideways, and suddenly turned the subject of the reprimand to Quasimodo, and turned to the magistrate, saying: "My lord, in court The defendant has openly and severely contempt the court, please punish him severely." As soon as the words fell, he sat down, out of breath, and wiped his sweat. Beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead, like trickling tears, covering the case files spread out in front of him. got wet.Monsieur Robert d'Estouteville frowned, and made a warning sign to Quasimodo, so imperious and obvious that the deaf man understood it somewhat. The sheriff spoke to him in a stern tone, "What on earth have you done to be here, madman?" The poor fellow, thinking that the Sheriff was asking for his name, broke the silence which had been maintained, and answered in a hoarse guttural voice: "Quasimodo." This answer was so irrelevant to the question, and it caused a roar of laughter, which made Monsieur Robert flush with anger, and exclaimed: "Do you dare to mock me, you wicked villain?" "The Bell Ringer of Notre-Dame," returned Quasimodo, thinking it was time to explain to the judge who he was. "The Bell Ringer!" continued the Sheriff.We have already said before that when he wakes up in the morning, he will be in a bad mood, which can make him very angry at every turn. How can there be such a bizarre response! "Bell ringer! I'm going to have you dragged into the streets of Paris, and whipped, and strike your shoulder like a bell. Do you hear me, rascal?" "You want to know how old I am, and I think I shall be twenty this year on St. Martin's Day," said Quasimodo. This time, it was really unreasonable, and the sheriff couldn't stand it anymore. "Ah! Scoundrel, how dare you mock this Church! Detectives in battle, take this fellow to the pillar of shame in the square of the river, whip him hard, and spin him on the roulette wheel for an hour. This The account must be settled with him! I order the four trumpeters appointed by the court to deliver this judgment to the seven territories of the viscount de Paris." The clerk then quickly drafted the judgment announcement. "God's belly! Look how just it is!" cried little John Frollo of the Mill from the corner.The magistrate turned his head, fixed Quasimodo with two shining eyes again, and said: "I believe that the bad guy talked about the belly of God! Clerk, write down the fine of twelve Paris for blasphemy against the Holy Spirit." Denier, half of which was donated to the church of St. Eustache, for the restoration, and I am especially devoted to St. Eustache." After a while, the verdict was drawn up.The content is simple and to the point.At that time, the routine judgments of the Viscount Paris's judicial office had not yet been processed and embellished by Thibaud Baier, the president of the judge, and Roche Barner, the king's lawyer, and had not been subjected to the work of these two jurists in the early sixteenth century. The impact of the jungle-like style of the judgment is full of sophistry and red tape.Everything is clear, easy and straightforward.People can go straight to the destination through it, and there are no thorn bushes or bends in each path, and one can see at a glance whether the end is a roulette, a gallows, or a column of shame.In short, people at least know where they are going. The clerk handed the judgment to the sheriff.The magistrate stamped his seal, and then went out to continue his inspection of the other courts, no doubt wishing that all the prisons in Paris would be filled that day.John Frollo and Robin Puspin laughed secretly.Quasimodo saw all this with indifference and surprise. Just as Master Florent Barberdian was reading the verdict and was about to sign it, the clerk suddenly felt pity for the condemned wretch, wishing to commute his sentence, and leaned as close as possible to the examining magistrate's ear. , pointing to Quasimodo, said to him: "This man is deaf." He had hoped that this common handicap would arouse Monsieur Florian's interest and show mercy to the prisoner, but, as we have noted, firstly, Monsieur Florian did not wish to be found deaf; It was so useless, he didn't hear a single word that the clerk said to him, but he insisted on pretending to hear it, so he replied: "Ah! Ah! That's different. I It turned out that I didn’t know about it. If that’s the case, let’s add an hour to the public display.” Immediately signed the revised verdict. "It deserves it!" said Robin Puspin, who had always held a grudge against Quasimodo. "This can teach him a lesson, and see if he dares to bully people in the future!"