Chapter 48 Notre Dame de Paris (3) Volume VII Fate (7)

seven wild monks Apple of Eve, a well-known tavern, is located at the corner of Ring Street and Guild Banner Street in University City.It was a hall on the ground floor, quite large, but very low, with a large yellow-painted wooden column in the center supporting the vault.The hall was full of tables, with gleaming pewter jugs on the walls, and was often full of drinkers and whores, with a row of glass windows facing the street, a grape arbor by the door, and a rattling iron sheet above the door, An apple and a woman are drawn with colored pens. It has been rusted by the wind and rain. It is placed on an iron skewer and rotates with the wind.This kind of weather vane facing the street is the hotel's signboard.

Night gradually fell, and the street was dark.The tavern was so brightly lit that from a distance it looked like a blacksmith's shop in the dark.Through the broken glass on the window, you can hear the sound of wine glasses, eating and drinking, cursing, and quarreling.The hall was steaming hot, and the glass windows of the pavement were covered with a layer of mist, and hundreds of densely packed, blurred faces could be seen in the hall, and there was a burst of laughter from time to time.Pedestrians who had something to do walked past the noisy glass windows without even looking at them.Only sometimes a boy in ragged clothes stood on tiptoes, put his head on the window sill, and taunted into the tavern, yelling the jingle that made fun of drunkards at that time: "Drunkard, drunkard, drunkard, fall into the river and be a water ghost!" !”

However, there was one man who remained calm, paced up and down in front of the noisy tavern door, kept looking inside, and did not leave a step, just like a sentinel cannot leave his post.He wore a cloak up to his nose.It was a cloak he had just bought from a clothing estimate near Eve's Cider house, presumably to protect against the chill of a March night, and perhaps to conceal his attire.The man stopped now and then, and stood before the leaden wire-drawn blurred window, listening, staring, and stomping lightly. The door of the hotel finally opened, and he waited and waited, as if he was waiting for this.Two drunkards came out of the hotel, their happy faces turned purple for a while, reflecting the light from the door.The cloaked man dodged and hid in a porch across the street, watching them both.

"Horned and damned!" said a drunkard. "It's almost seven o'clock, and it's time for my appointment." "Listen to me," continued the alcoholic's companion, tongue a little limp. "I don't live on Bullshit Street, which is scumbag; I live on John-White Bread Street.  … If you're lying, you've got more horns on your head than a unicorn." ②... Everyone knows that as long as you dare to ride a big bear once, you will never be afraid of anything, but look at your picky face when you eat, just like the statue of St. James in the main palace hospital."

"Friend John, you're drunk," said the one. John staggered, and replied: "You can say what you like, Phoebus, anyway, Plato's profile looks like a hound, that's been proven." The judge must have recognized the captain of the guard and the student, a pair of like-minded friends.The man who was spying on them from the shadows also seemed to recognize them, and followed them slowly.The student swayed and zigzagged as he walked, and the captain of the guard followed suit. However, the captain of the guard had a heavy drinker and his mind was always sober. The cloaked man listened carefully, and heard these words from their relished conversation:

"Boss! You go straight, Mr. Student! You know, I have to go. It's already seven o'clock. I have a date with a woman." "Then leave me alone, you! I see stars and flames. You are laughing like Chateau Don Martin!" ① The original text is Latin. ② In the West, "horns on the head" is an insult to someone, referring to the unfaithful wife of the person, which means "wearing a cuckold". "I swear on my granny's wart, John, you're trying too hard and talking nonsense. . . . Well, John, don't you really have any money left?"

"School Manager, that's right, a small slaughterhouse." "John, my good John! You know, I have a tryst with that chick at the Pont Saint-Michel, and I have to take her to the house of the old Farodel woman at the Pont, and I have to pay for the room. This The old whore with the white beard won't let me have credit. John, do me a favor! Have we drank the priest's whole purse? Don't you have a dime left?" "The thought of those few hours of good time, spent so dearly, tastes as good as a real savory table sauce." "Fuck belly and guts! Stop that fart and tell me, John the Ghost, do you have any money left? Get it out, or I'll search you, even if you're a leper like Job, like Caesar Scabies!"

"Monsieur, Galeas Street leads on one side to Glass Square Street and on the other to Weaver Street Street." "Yes, my good friend John, my poor fellow, Rue Galiache, yes, yes. But, for God's sake, wake up, I only need a Paris Sol, but Seven hours passed." "Stop singing the roulette and listen to me: When the mouse eats the cat, The King shall be Lord of Arras; ① The city of Arras is located in the southeast of Calais, France. Historically, it was a place where feudal monarchs disputed. When the vast and boundless sea, Frozen on St. John's Day, Then people will see the Arathians,

From the ice have left home. "Well, you rebellious student, let your mother's intestines strangle you to death!" Phoebes yelled, and pushed the drunken student vigorously, so that the student slipped and hit the wall, his body covered. Limp on the flagstones of Philip-Auguste.Phoebus, who still had a little of the fraternal sympathy which drunkards have, pushed him aside with his foot, and let him lean against the poor man's pillow which God gave on every corner of Paris. Prepared by the poor, the rich derogate as a garbage dump.The captain of the guard rested John's head on a sloping pile of cabbage roots, and John immediately began to snore, as if humming a beautiful tune for a bass.However, the captain of the guard was still angry, and said to the sleeping seminary student, "You deserve it, let the devil's cart pick you up when it passes by!" After finishing speaking, he walked away.

The man in the cloak, who had been following him, came up to the sleeping student and paused for a moment, as if hesitating and distracted; then, with a long sigh, he also walked away, continuing to follow the captain of the guard. Let us, as they do, let John sleep soundly under the misty eyes of fair stars, and let the magistrate join us, and follow them both. When Captain Phoebus reached the Rue Saint-André at the Arches, he noticed that he was being followed.Turning around by chance, he saw a shadow crawling along the wall behind him.When he stops, the shadow also stops; when he walks, the shadow also goes.He had nothing to worry about, thinking to himself, "Go to hell! I don't have any money anyway."

When he reached the gate of Orton Academy, he stopped suddenly.Back then, he started his so-called studies in this school.He still retains the mischievous habit of the old naughty students. Every time he passes the door of this school, he always insults the statue of Cardinal Pierre Bertrand on the right side of the door. As Priap complains bitterly in the satire "Once the Fig Tree Was Cut Down."He did it with such vigor that the inscription "Bishop of the Middle Gauls" on the statue was almost lost by him.This time, he stopped in front of the statue as he did when he entered school, and the street was empty at this time.Just as he was weakly facing the wind and re-tying his trouser belt, he saw the figure slowly walking towards him, with such slow steps, the captain of the guard could clearly see that the figure was wearing a cloak and a hat.As soon as the figure approached him, it stopped suddenly, motionless, more rigid than the statue of Cardinal Bertrand.However, the two eyes of this figure stared fixedly at Phoebus, their vision was hazy, like the light from the pupils of a cat's eyes at night. The captain of the guard was bold by nature and had a long sword in his hand, so he didn't take the thief seriously.However, seeing this walking statue, this man turned into stone, he couldn't help feeling terrified, and his hands and feet were cold.At that time, it was widely circulated that there was a wild monk wandering around in the streets of Paris at night, causing a storm in the city. At this moment, many inexplicable rumors about the wild monk came to his mind in a mess.He was scared out of his wits and stood there for a moment.At last he broke the silence and smiled reluctantly. "Sir, if you're a thief, as I think, you'll be like a heron pecking at a walnut shell, and you're in vain. I'm a shabby boy, my dear friend. Go to the side to make an idea; there's a lot in the chapel at this school." The fine wood used to make the wooden cross is all inlaid with silver." ①② The original text is Latin. The figure stretched out its hand from the cloak, grabbed Phoebus's arm like an eagle's claw, and said at the same time: "Captain Phoebus de Châtopelle!" "Why, hell!" said Phoebus. "You know my name!" "Not only do I know your name, but I know you have an appointment tonight," the cloaked man went on, his voice sounding like it came from the grave. "That's right." Phoebus replied, dumbfounded. "It's seven o'clock." "Just a quarter of an hour later." "At Farodel's house." "Not bad at all." "It's the whore at the Pont Saint-Michel." "It's Saint Michael the Archangel, as the scriptures say." "An outrageous thing!" the ghost muttered. "A tryst with a woman?" "I admit." "what is her name?" "Esmeralda." Phoebus responded easily, gradually returning to his indifferent appearance. Upon hearing the name, the figure's iron claws shook Phoebus's arm violently. "Captain Phoebus de Chatopelle, you are lying!" Phoebus was furious, his face flushed red, he jumped back abruptly, broke free from the iron clamps that grabbed his arm, and put his hand on the handle of his sword with a dignified expression, while the man in the cloak still looked gloomy in the face of such fury, Stand still.Anyone who saw this scene would be horrified.This is really a bit like Don Juan's life-and-death struggle with the stone statue. "Christ and Satan!" cried the captain of the guard. "Very few people have the audacity to say so much about a Charmolu! You dare not say it again!" "You lied!" Shadow said coldly. The captain of the guard gritted his teeth loudly.Monks, ghosts, and superstitions were thrown away in an instant, and he saw only one fellow and thought of one insult. "Okay! You have it!" He was so angry that his voice seemed to be choked, and he stammered.He drew his sword at once, trembling with rage, as he trembles with fear, and mumbled, "Come! Here it is! At once! Phew! Look at the sword! Look at the sword! Let the blood spill on the cobblestones." Bar!" However, the opponent didn't move, and seeing his opponent's stance ready to sprint, he said: "Captain Phoebes, don't forget your appointment." When he said this, his voice trembled slightly because of the pain in his heart. ① Don Juan is a playboy in Spanish legend, who specializes in seducing women.One night, he killed the father of a girl he had seduced.The monks of a monastery designed to lure Don Juan to the tomb of the dead and kill Don Juan.Afterwards, the monks pretended that Don Juan was dragged to hell by the stone statue of the dead. A irascible man like Phoebus is like a boiling cream soup, which can be stopped at once by a drop of cold water.Hearing such a simple sentence, the captain of the guard immediately put down the gleaming long sword in his hand. "Captain," said the man again. "Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a month or ten years from now, you can fight me anytime, and I'll cut your throat anytime; but you'd better go to your appointment now." "That's right," said Phoebus, as if trying to find himself a step down. "One is a duel, and the other is a girl. These are two enjoyable things that are rarely encountered in one date. But I don't understand why you can't have both. If you take care of one, you have to miss the other!" Once finished speaking, put the sword back into the scabbard. "Go to your appointment!" said the stranger again. "Sir, I am very grateful for your politeness. Tomorrow, indeed, is plenty of time for us to fight to the death, with the white knife in and the red knife out, and chop up this stinky old man Adam's body. I thank you for making me happy again." A quarter of an hour. I was hoping to throw you in the gutter, and still have time to go to a tryst with a beautiful woman, especially if such a tryst makes a woman wait a little bit, it is very proud. But you look like a man, Then postpone the duel until tomorrow when it's safer. be more reasonable.I went to my appointment, which was set at seven o'clock, as you know. At this point, he scratched his ears, and then went on to say: "Ah!damn it!I forgot!I don't have a penny, and I can't pay for the rotten house, and the old woman has to pay the rent first.She doesn't believe me. " "Take it to pay the rent." Phoebus felt the cold hand of the stranger thrust into his hand a large coin, and he could not resist accepting it, and holding the man's hand. "My God!" he exclaimed. "You are such a good boy!" "But on one condition," said the man. "You have to prove to me that I was wrong and you are telling the truth. That requires you to hide me in a corner somewhere and let me see for myself if she is really the woman you mentioned the one." "Oh! I don't care," replied Phoebus. "What we want is the room in St. Martha. There is a kennel next to it. You can hide in it and look around." "Let's go then," Shadow said again. "Your respect," said the captain of the guard. "I don't know if you are the devil himself. But let us be friends tonight, and tomorrow I will settle all my debts with you, including money and sword!" Then they walked forward quickly.After a while, hearing the gurgling of the river, they knew they had reached the Pont Saint-Michel, which was then crowded with houses.Phoebus said to his companion: "I will take you into the house first, and then I will go to my little beauty and make an appointment that she will wait for me near the small castle." The man didn't answer.Since the two walked side by side, he has not said a word.Phoebus stopped before the low door of a house, and beat hard on it.Immediately, a ray of light came out from the crack in the door, and only a voice with leaking teeth could be heard asking: "Who is it?" The captain of the guard replied: "God's body! God's head! God's belly!" The door opened immediately, and an old woman was seen holding an old oil lamp. The person was shaking, and the lamp was shaking too.The old woman was bent over, dressed in shabby clothes, with her head dangling to and fro, with two small eye sockets, her head was wrapped in a rag, and there were all over the place wrinkles on her hands, face, and neck; her two lips were sunken It goes in and goes right under the gums, and there are bunches of white hair around the mouth, which looks like a cat's whiskers. The house was dilapidated and decayed like an old woman.Chalky walls, blackened rafters on the ceiling, a dismantled fireplace, cobwebs hanging from every corner, several tables and benches with missing legs in the middle of the room, a dirty child in the soot Playing, there is a staircase at the bottom of the house - or rather a wooden ladder - leading to a flap in the ceiling.Once in the den, Phoebus's mysterious companion drew the cloak up to his eyes, while Phoebus cursed like a Saracen, saying as the venerable Rainier said. and let a crown shine like the sun, and said, "A room in St. Marthe." The old woman immediately regarded him as a gentleman, grabbed the gold coin tightly, and put it in the drawer.This gold coin was just given to Phoebus by the man in the black cloak. As soon as the old woman turned, the disheveled and ragged boy, who was playing in the soot, nimbly approached the drawer, picked up the gold coin, and put in its place a dead leaf just torn from the wood. The old woman beckoned to the two so-called husbands to follow her, and climbed up the ladder first.Went upstairs and put the lamp on a big box.Phoebus was a frequent visitor here, and he knew the way, so he opened a door, and there was a dark room inside, and said to his companion, "Come in, my dear." The man in the cloak walked in without saying a word. up.The door slammed shut again.He heard Phoebus bolt the door from outside, and went downstairs with the old woman.The lights also disappeared.