Chapter 49 Notre Dame de Paris (3) Volume VII Fate (8)

The usefulness of windows near the river Claude Frollo (the judge, we suppose, was wiser than Phoebes, as we have already seen during the whole adventure, and the wild monk was none other than the archdeacon), who was in that room by Phoebes. I fumbled for a while in the dark room with the door behind the bolt.This is a hidden corner that the architect occasionally leaves at the connection between the roof and the parapet wall when building a house.As Phoebes so wonderfully called it, the kennel was triangular in longitudinal section, without windows or skylights, and with a sloping roof so that a person could not stand up straight inside.Claude crouched in the dust and the fragments of plaster he had crushed.His head was burning hot, and as he fumbled around with his hands, he accidentally touched a piece of broken glass on the ground, and then pressed it against his forehead, feeling a sudden coolness and feeling a little more comfortable.

① Madurain Rainier (1573-1613), French poet. What was going on in the dark mind of the archdeacon at this moment?Only he and God know. I don't know what kind of fateful order he had in his heart to arrange Esmeralda, Phoebus, Jacques Charmolue, his brother whom he loved so much but abandoned in the mud, his In short, how did he arrange all these images, all these adventures, in his vicarious surplice, and perhaps the reputation he suffered by coming to Faludelle's house?I can't say that, but there is no doubt that all these thoughts were in a mess in his mind. He waited for a quarter of an hour, and seemed to feel a hundred years older.Suddenly, I heard the crunching of the planks of the wooden ladder, and someone came up.The cover of the stairway was pushed open, and a ray of light came in.There was a rather wide crack in the moth-eaten door of the kennel, and he pressed his face against it so that he could see clearly what was going on in the next room.The cat-faced old woman came out of the trap door first, holding a lamp; then came Phoebus, stroking his mustache, and then a third person came up, with a charming figure and a beautiful figure, it was Esmeralda.As soon as Claude saw her emerge from the ground, as if he saw a dazzling manifestation, he couldn't help trembling all over his body, his eyes were filled with clouds and mist, and his heart was beating violently. He only felt that everything was buzzing and spinning.He could see nothing and hear nothing.

When he woke up, only Phoebus and Esmeralda were left in the room, sitting on the big wooden box with the lamp beside them.The two youthful faces under the light and the crappy bed in the back of the shabby room were particularly dazzling in the eyes of the archdeacon. There was a window beside the bed, the glass of which was broken like a spider's web after a shower, and through the broken lead wire web, one could see a corner of the sky and the sunset floating on the cloud as soft as duck down. moon. The girl replied shyly, stunned and panting.The long eyelashes were drawn down, covering her blushing cheeks.The young officer was in high spirits.She didn't dare to look up at him, but mechanically moved her fingertips across the bench in a silly and cute movement, looking at her own fingers.Her feet are out of sight, and the kid sits on them.

The captain of the guard was dressed very coquettishly, with gold and silver tassels on his collar and cuffs, which was very chic at the time. Don Claude's blood was boiling, his temples were buzzing, and it was not easy, but a great deal of effort, to hear what they were talking about. (Talking about love is quite boring. I always say I love you. If you don’t add some kind of decorative sound, this lyrics will be very boring and boring to the ears of irrelevant people. However, Claude is not an irrelevant observer.) "Ah!" said the girl, her eyes still not raised. "Don't look down on me, my lord Phoebus. I don't think it right for me to do so."

"I despise you, pretty lady, how can I!" replied the officer, with a fawning, proud, and elegant expression. "I despise you, God's head! Where does that come from?" "Because I came with you." "Well, my beauty, we can't think of going together. It's not right to despise you, but it's only right to hate you." The girl glanced at him in horror: "Hate me! What did I do wrong?" "Because you are always pushing back and forth, asking me to beg you in every possible way." "Oh!" she said. "That's because I made a wish. If I don't keep it... I won't be able to find my parents again... The amulet won't work.... But what's so great about it? What do I need my parents now?"

As she said this, her two big black eyes, watery, joyful, and affectionate, stared straight at the captain of the guard. "The devil understands what you say!" exclaimed Phoebus. Esmeralda was silent for a moment, then with a tear in her eye and a sigh, she said: "Ah, my lord, I love you." The young girl had a pure fragrance and a chaste charm. Phoebus felt a little uncomfortable around her, but when he heard these words, he suddenly became bolder and said, " You love me!" and put his arms around the waist of the Egyptian girl.It was this opportunity that he was looking forward to.

The priest saw it, and with the tips of his fingers tested the point of a dagger hidden on his breast. "Phoebus," the gypsy girl continued, gently pushing away the captain's hands that were clasping her waist. "You are kind, generous, and handsome. You saved my life, and I was but a poor boy wandering in Bohemia. I had a dream a long time ago that an officer came to rescue me. This That is to say, before I knew you, I dreamed of you, my Phoebus. The officer I dreamed was exactly like you, also dressed in a beautiful uniform, was also handsome, and carried a Sword. Your name is Phoebus, and that is a good name, and I like your name, and your sword. Show me your sword, Phoebus!"

"How childish!" said the captain, smiling and drawing his sword.The Egyptian girl looked at the hilt and the body of the sword, she was so cutely curious, she carefully aimed at the initials of the captain's name on the hilt, kissed the sword affectionately and said: "You are a warrior's sword, I Love my captain." Phoebus seized the opportunity again, and while she was looking down at the sword, he kissed her beautiful neck. The girl raised her head suddenly, her face flushed like a cherry.The priest gritted his teeth in the dark. "Phoebus," continued the Egyptian maiden. "Listen to me. Go for a walk and let me see your huge figure and hear the sound of your spurs. How handsome you are!"

In order to win her favor, the captain of the guard immediately stood up, smug, smiling, and reproachfully said: "You are such a little boy! ... Ah, yes, baby, have you ever seen me in a formal dress?" ?" "Oh! No," she replied. "That's beautiful!" Phoebus came and sat beside her again, nearer to her than before. "Listen, my dear..." The Egyptian girl stretched out her beautiful little hand and patted Phoebus's mouth a few times. She said with a childish, infatuated, elegant, and happy look: "No, no, I won't listen. You love Me? I want you to tell me yourself, do you love me?"

"Do I love you? There's no need to talk about it, the angel of my life!" Phoebes yelled, kneeling on his knees. "My body, my blood, my soul, everything belongs to you, everything is for you. I love you, and I have always loved you alone." The captain of the guard had said these words thousands of times on many similar occasions, so he poured them all out in one breath, without even the slightest mistake.Upon hearing this affectionate confession, the Egyptian girl looked up at the dirty ceiling, as if it was the sky, her eyes filled with angelic happiness.She murmured: "Oh! If you die at this moment, it is really the right time to die!"

Phoebus felt that "this moment" would be just enough to steal her another kiss, and this made the poor archdeacon, who was hiding in the corner, very sad. "Death!" cried the captain of the guard, his lover. "What do you say, beautiful angel! It's time to live, or Jupiter is just a rascal! Such a sweet thing to die at the beginning! Damn it, what a joke!  … No You should die... Listen, dear Simila... I'm sorry... Esmeralda... But your name is so strange, it's a Saracen name, and I can't pronounce it, It was like bumping into a bush of thorns unexpectedly, stopping me all of a sudden.” "My God!" said the poor girl. "I thought this name was very strange, so it is very beautiful! Since you don't like it, then I will change my name to Gotung." "Ah! There is no need to be sorry for trifles, pretty lady! It's a name, and I should get used to it, that's all. Once I remember it, it'll be all right. Listen, dear Simila, I love you obsessively, I love you with all my heart, and it's a godsend. I know a little lady who'd be mad to death." The girl suddenly became jealous, interrupted him and asked, "Who is that?" "What have we to do with it?" said Phoebus. "Do you love me?" "Ah!..." she replied. "Forget it! Say no more. I love you so much, take care. If I can't make you the happiest man in the world, let the Neptuneus Sea King kill me with a steel fork. We There'll be a nice little house somewhere, and I'll have my archers lined up at your window for a drill. They're all on horseback, and they don't think much of Mignon's archers. And pikemen, short musketeers, and long musketeers. I'll take you to Lulicocourt to see those giants in the eyes of the Parisians. That's beautiful. 80,000 helmets, 30,000 sets of white saddle bridles, armor And chain breastplate, sixty-seven banners of various trades; banners of Dali Temple, Auditorate, General Treasurer, Mint and Taxation Division; in short, a whole set of devil's car! I will go to the palace to see the lions, all of them Fierce beasts. Every woman loves to see them." The girl has long been immersed in the imagination of happiness, dreaming along with his voice, but did not listen to what he said. "Oh! You will be happy!" continued the captain, quietly undoing the Egyptian maiden's belt. "What are you doing?" She asked hastily, this kind of practice grabbed her back from her fantasies. "Nothing." Phoebus replied. "I'm just saying that when you're with me someday, you should get rid of all your frivolous busking attire." "Then wait until I live with you, my Phoebus!" said the girl affectionately.She was lost in thought again. Seeing her tenderness like water, the captain was strong and courageous, he put his arms around her waist, she didn't resist, and then started to untie the strap of the poor girl's tight top, making a rustling sound, and then pulled off her bra with all her strength .The priest, panting heavily, suddenly saw the gypsy girl's bare shoulders protruding from the gauze dress, round and reddish brown, like a bright moon rising from the clouds and mist in the sky. The girl let Phoebe play with her, without seeming to notice.There was a light in the bold captain's eyes. Suddenly, she turned to Phoebus, and said with emotion, "Phoebus, teach me your religion." "My religion!" exclaimed the captain, laughing. "I, teach you my religion! Horned and damned! What do you want my religion for?" "For us to get married," she replied. The look on the captain's face was one of surprise, contempt, indifference, and lewdness. He said, "Pah! Marriage for what?" The gypsy girl was instantly pale and sad, with her head drooping on her breast. "My pretty sweetheart," said Phoebus tenderly. "What's the point of such absurdities? Marriage, what's the big deal! Can't you fall in love without going to the priest's shop and reading some Latin scriptures?" While Phoebus said this in the sweetest and most lingering voice, he moved his body close to the Egyptian girl, put his two tender hands back on the original position, hugged the girl's slender waist tightly, and his eyes became wider and wider. All this showed, more and more brightly, that Mr. Phoebus was evidently approaching the time when even Jupiter himself had done so many follies that good Homer was obliged to summon a cloud to cover him. Don Claude saw all this.The door was made of barrel staves, all rotten, and the cracks between the planks were wide, through which his hawk-like eyes could see everything.This priest has brown skin and broad shoulders. Before that, he had been forced to live a strict life of abstinence in the monastery. Here, seeing the scene of men and women making love and ecstasy in the middle of the night, he could not help but tremble and his blood boiled.This handsome girl, disheveled, devoted herself to the lustful young man, made him see that the blood flowing in his veins seemed to be molten lead.His heart was churning, his impulsiveness was abnormal, and he was full of jealousy, and his eyes went straight to the girl's untied pins.Anyone who saw the face of this unfortunate wretch plastered on the moth-eaten door at this moment would have thought that he saw a tiger watching from its cage as the jackal devoured the antelope.His pupils shone like a candlelight through a crack in the door. Phoebus suddenly tore off the bra of the Egyptian girl. The poor child was still pale and dreamy, but now she seemed to be startled and came to her senses. , glanced at his bare chest and shoulders, blushed with shame, looked flustered, and couldn't even speak.He quickly stretched out his two jade arms and crossed them in front of his chest, covering his breasts.If her face was not burning like a flame, then, seeing her standing still like this, she would have thought it was a statue of a chaste lady.Her eyes were still downcast. However, when the captain pulled it, the mysterious amulet hanging around her neck was immediately exposed.He asked: "What is this?" He used this excuse to get closer to the beauty he had just scared away. "Don't touch it!" she responded quickly. "That's my protector, and it will see me to my kin, if I ever deserve it. Oh, Mr. Captain, let me go! My mother! My poor mother! My mother! Where are you? Come on!" Come help me! Please, Mr. Forbes! Give me back my bra, please!" Phoebus drew back, and said coldly: "Ah, madam! I can see that you do not love me!" "Say I don't love you!" cried the unfortunate poor child, throwing himself around the captain's neck, and making him sit beside her. "I do not love you, my Phoebus! What nonsense are you talking about? You are wicked! Possess me, take everything! Do as you please! I am yours. What are amulets! What does my mother matter! Since I love you, you are my mother! Phoebus, my beloved Phoebus, do you see me? My little girl, here she comes, and she comes for you herself. My soul, my life, my body, my whole being, everything belongs to you, my captain. Alas, no marriage! We do not marry Not to marry, since you find it annoying. Besides, who am I, me? A poor girl from the gutter, and you, my Phoebus, you are a squire. What a beautiful idea! A A street dancer marrying an officer! How mad I am. No, Phoebes, no, I will be your mistress, your plaything, your pleasure if you will. I am a woman forever yours , that's what I was born for. To be spoiled, to be blinded, to be insulted is nothing, but to be loved by you! I shall be the proudest and happiest woman in the world. When I am old and pale, Phoebus , When I am no longer worthy to love you, my lord, please allow me to continue to serve you. Let other women embroider ribbons for you, and I—your servant, I will take care of you, let me polish your spurs, Brush your cloak and dust your riding boots. Phoebus, you will have such pity on me, won't you? Till then possess me! See, Phoebus, it's all yours Yes, as long as you love me! We Egyptian women, that's all we need: air and love!" As she said this, she wrapped her arms around the officer's neck, looked him up from the bottom up with pleading eyes, her eyes were full of tears, but she showed a beautiful smile.Her delicate breasts rubbed against the officer's tweed jacket and rough embroidery.Her beautiful body, half naked, writhed on the officer's lap.The captain of the guard was fascinated, and pressed his hot lips to the beautiful shoulder of the African girl.The girl raised her head, her eyes were dazed, she looked at the ceiling, her heart beat violently under the officer's kiss, and her whole body was trembling. All of a sudden, she saw another head appear above Phoebus's head, with a pale, livid face, twitching constantly, and devilish eyes flickering.Beside this face is a hand holding a dagger.This is the priest's face and hands.He broke through the door and rushed here.Phoebus could not see.Threatened by this frightening ghost, the girl was stunned for a moment, her hands and feet were cold, and she could not utter a sound. This scene was like a pigeon suddenly looking up, and suddenly found that the old eagle was peeping into the pigeon's nest with round eyes. . She couldn't even yell out, and she just watched the dagger plunge into Phoebus's body, and then pulled it out again, blood spattered everywhere. "Unlucky!" The captain yelled and fell down. She passed out. Just as he closed his eyes, just as any emotion in her heart disappeared, she really felt as if her lips had been burned, a kiss hotter than the executioner's red-hot iron. When she regained consciousness, she saw that she was tightly surrounded by night watchmen. People were carrying away the captain of the guard who was lying in a pool of blood. The priest had long since disappeared. The window facing the river in the back of the room was open. Picked up a cloak and guessed it belonged to an officer.She heard people around her talking: "A witch assassinated an officer."