the hunchback of notre dame-第37节
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y one； a sort of instinctive and savage half…man； for its beauty； for its stature； for the harmonies which emanated from its magnificent ensemble； beloved by the other； a learned and passionate imagination； for its myth； for the sense which it contains； for the symbolism scattered beneath the sculptures of its front；like the first text underneath the second in a palimpsest；in a word； for the enigma which it is eternally propounding to the understanding。
Furthermore； it is certain that the archdeacon had established himself in that one of the two towers which looks upon the Grève； just beside the frame for the bells； a very secret little cell； into which no one； not even the bishop； entered without his leave； it was said。 This tiny cell had formerly been made almost at the summit of the tower； among the ravens' nests； by Bishop Hugo de Besan？on* who had wrought sorcery there in his day。 What that cell contained； no one knew； but from the strand of the Terrain； at night； there was often seen to appear； disappear； and reappear at brief and regular intervals； at a little dormer window opening upon the back of the tower； a certain red； intermittent； singular light which seemed to follow the panting breaths of a bellows； and to proceed from a flame； rather than from a light。 In the darkness； at that height； it produced a singular effect； and the goodwives said： 〃There's the archdeacon blowing！ hell is sparkling up yonder！〃
* Hugo II。 de Bisuncio； 1326…1332。
There were no great proofs of sorcery in that； after all； but there was still enough smoke to warrant a surmise of fire； and the archdeacon bore a tolerably formidable reputation。 We ought to mention however； that the sciences of Egypt； that necromancy and magic； even the whitest； even the most innocent； had no more envenomed enemy； no more pitiless denunciator before the gentlemen of the officialty of Notre…Dame。 Whether this was sincere horror； or the game played by the thief who shouts； 〃stop thief！〃 at all events； it did not prevent the archdeacon from being considered by the learned heads of the chapter； as a soul who had ventured into the vestibule of hell； who was lost in the caves of the cabal； groping amid the shadows of the occult sciences。 Neither were the people deceived thereby； with any one who possessed any sagacity； Quasimodo passed for the demon； Claude Frollo； for the sorcerer。 It was evident that the bellringer was to serve the archdeacon for a given time； at the end of which he would carry away the latter's soul； by way of payment。 Thus the archdeacon； in spite of the excessive austerity of his life； was in bad odor among all pious souls； and there was no devout nose so inexperienced that it could not smell him out to be a magician。
And if； as he grew older； abysses had formed in his science； they had also formed in his heart。 That at least； is what one had grounds for believing on scrutinizing that face upon which the soul was only seen to shine through a sombre cloud。 Whence that large； bald brow？ that head forever bent？ that breast always heaving with sighs？ What secret thought caused his mouth to smile with so much bitterness； at the same moment that his scowling brows approached each other like two bulls on the point of fighting？ Why was what hair he had left already gray？ What was that internal fire which sometimes broke forth in his glance； to such a degree that his eye resembled a hole pierced in the wall of a furnace？
These symptoms of a violent moral preoccupation； had acquired an especially high degree of intensity at the epoch when this story takes place。 More than once a choir…boy had fled in terror at finding him alone in the church； so strange and dazzling was his look。 More than once； in the choir； at the hour of the offices； his neighbor in the stalls had heard him mingle with the plain song； ~ad omnem tonum~； unintelligible parentheses。 More than once the laundress of the Terrain charged 〃with washing the chapter〃 had observed； not without affright； the marks of nails and clenched fingers on the surplice of monsieur the archdeacon of Josas。
However； he redoubled his severity； and had never been more exemplary。 By profession as well as by character； he had always held himself aloof from women； he seemed to hate them more than ever。 The mere rustling of a silken petticoat caused his hood to fall over his eyes。 Upon this score he was so jealous of austerity and reserve； that when the Dame de Beaujeu； the king's daughter； came to visit the cloister of Notre…Dame； in the month of December； 1481； he gravely opposed her entrance； reminding the bishop of the statute of the Black Book； dating from the vigil of Saint…Barthélemy； 1334； which interdicts access to the cloister to 〃any woman whatever； old or young； mistress or maid。〃 Upon which the bishop had been constrained to recite to him the ordinance of Legate Odo； which excepts certain great dames； ~aliquoe magnates mulieres； quoe sine scandalo vitari non possunt~。 And again the archdeacon had protested； objecting that the ordinance of the legate； which dated back to 1207； was anterior by a hundred and twenty…seven years to the Black Book； and consequently was abrogated in fact by it。 And he had refused to appear before the princess。
It was also noticed that his horror for Bohemian women and gypsies had seemed to redouble for some time past。 He had petitioned the bishop for an edict which expressly forbade the Bohemian women to come and dance and beat their tambourines on the place of the Parvis； and for about the same length of time； he had been ransacking the mouldy placards of the officialty； in order to collect the cases of sorcerers and witches condemned to fire or the rope； for complicity in crimes with rams； sows； or goats。
CHAPTER VI。
UNPOPULARITY。
The archdeacon and the bellringer； as we have already said； were but little loved by the populace great and small； in the vicinity of the cathedral。 When Claude and Quasimodo went out together； which frequently happened； and when they were seen traversing in company； the valet behind the master； the cold； narrow； and gloomy streets of the block of Notre…Dame； more than one evil word； more than one ironical quaver； more than one insulting jest greeted them on their way； unless Claude Frollo； which was rarely the case； walked with head upright and raised； showing his severe and almost august brow to the dumbfounded jeerers。
Both were in their quarter like 〃the poets〃 of whom Régnier speaks；
〃All sorts of persons run after poets； As warblers fly shrieking after owls。〃
Sometimes a mischievous child risked his skin and bones for the ineffable pleasure of driving a pin into Quasimodo's hump。 Again； a young girl； more bold and saucy than was fitting； brushed the priest's black robe； singing in his face the sardonic ditty； 〃niche； niche； the devil is caught。〃 Sometimes a group of squalid old crones； squatting in a file under the shadow of the steps to a porch； scolded noisily as the archdeacon and the bellringer passed； and tossed them this encouraging welcome； with a curse： 〃Hum！ there's a fellow whose soul is made like the other one's body！〃 Or a band of schoolboys and street urchins； playing hop…scotch； rose in a body and saluted him classically； with some cry in Latin： 〃~Eia！ eia！ Claudius cum claudo~！〃
But the insult generally passed unnoticed both by the priest and the bellringer。 Quasimodo was too deaf to hear all these gracious things； and Claude was too dreamy。
BOOK FIFTH。
CHAPTER I。
~ABBAS BEATI MARTINI~。
Dom Claude's fame had spread far and wide。 It procured for him； at about the epoch when he refused to see Madame de Beaujeu； a visit which he long remembered。
It was in the evening。 He had just retired； after the office； to his canon's cell in the cloister of Notre…Dame。 This cell； with the exception； possibly； of some glass phials； relegated to a corner； and filled with a decidedly equivocal powder； which strongly resembled the alchemist's 〃powder of projection；〃 presented nothing strange or mysterious。 There were； indeed； here and there； some inscriptions on the walls； but they were pure sentences of learning and piety； extracted from good authors。 The archdeacon had just seated himself； by the light of a three…jetted copper lamp； before a vast coffer crammed with manuscripts。 He had rested his elbow upon the open volume of _Honorius d'Autun_； ~De predestinatione et libero arbitrio~； and he was turning over； in deep meditation； the leaves of a printed folio which he had just brought； the sole product of the press which his cell contained。 In the midst of his revery there came a knock at his door。 〃Who's there？〃 cried the learned man； in the gracious tone of a famished dog； disturbed over his bone。
A voice without replied； 〃Your friend； Jacques Coictier。〃 He went to open the door。
It was； in fact； the king's physician； a person about fifty years of age； whose harsh physiognomy was modified only by a crafty eye。 Another man accompanied him。 Both wore long slate…colored robes； furred with minever； girded and closed； with caps of the same stuff and hue。 Their hands were concealed by their sleeves； their feet by the
