the hunchback of notre dame-第98节
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〃Ho ho！〃 said Jehan； 〃what do you mean by staring at me with that solitary and melancholy eye？〃
As he spoke thus； the young scamp stealthily adjusted his crossbow。
〃Quasimodo！〃 he cried； 〃I am going to change your surname： you shall be called the blind man。〃
The shot sped。 The feathered vireton* whizzed and entered the hunchback's left arm。 Quasimodo appeared no more moved by it than by a scratch to King Pharamond。 He laid his hand on the arrow； tore it from his arm； and tranquilly broke it across his big knee； then he let the two pieces drop on the floor； rather than threw them down。 But Jehan had no opportunity to fire a second time。 The arrow broken； Quasimodo breathing heavily； bounded like a grasshopper； and he fell upon the scholar； whose armor was flattened against the wall by the blow。
* An arrow with a pyramidal head of iron and copper spiral wings by which a rotatory motion was communicated；
Then in that gloom； wherein wavered the light of the torches； a terrible thing was seen。
Quasimodo had grasped with his left hand the two arms of Jehan； who did not offer any resistance； so thoroughly did he feel that he was lost。 With his right hand； the deaf man detached one by one； in silence； with sinister slowness； all the pieces of his armor； the sword； the daggers； the helmet； the cuirass； the leg pieces。 One would have said that it was a monkey taking the shell from a nut。 Quasimodo flung the scholar's iron shell at his feet； piece by piece。 When the scholar beheld himself disarmed； stripped； weak； and naked in those terrible hands； he made no attempt to speak to the deaf man； but began to laugh audaciously in his face； and to sing with his intrepid heedlessness of a child of sixteen； the then popular ditty：…
〃~Elle est bien habillée； La ville de Cambrai； Marafin l'a pillée~。。。〃*
* The city of Cambrai is well dressed。 Marafin plundered it。
He did not finish。 Quasimodo was seen on the parapet of the gallery； holding the scholar by the feet with one hand and whirling him over the abyss like a sling； then a sound like that of a bony structure in contact with a wall was heard； and something was seen to fall which halted a third of the way down in its fall； on a projection in the architecture。 It was a dead body which remained hanging there； bent double； its loins broken； its skull empty。
A cry of horror rose among the vagabonds。
〃Vengeance！〃 shouted Clopin。 〃To the sack！〃 replied the multitude。 〃Assault！ assault！〃
There came a tremendous howl； in which were mingled all tongues； all dialects； all accents。 The death of the poor scholar imparted a furious ardor to that crowd。 It was seized with shame； and the wrath of having been held so long in check before a church by a hunchback。 Rage found ladders； multiplied the torches； and； at the expiration of a few minutes； Quasimodo； in despair； beheld that terrible ant heap mount on all sides to the assault of Notre…Dame。 Those who had no ladders had knotted ropes； those who had no ropes climbed by the projections of the carvings。 They hung from each other's rags。 There were no means of resisting that rising tide of frightful faces； rage made these fierce countenances ruddy； their clayey brows were dripping with sweat； their eyes darted lightnings； all these grimaces； all these horrors laid siege to Quasimodo。 One would have said that some other church had despatched to the assault of Notre…Dame its gorgons； its dogs； its drées； its demons； its most fantastic sculptures。 It was like a layer of living monsters on the stone monsters of the fa？ade。
Meanwhile； the Place was studded with a thousand torches。 This scene of confusion； till now hid in darkness； was suddenly flooded with light。 The parvis was resplendent； and cast a radiance on the sky； the bonfire lighted on the lofty platform was still burning； and illuminated the city far away。 The enormous silhouette of the two towers； projected afar on the roofs of Paris； and formed a large notch of black in this light。 The city seemed to be aroused。 Alarm bells wailed in the distance。 The vagabonds howled； panted； swore； climbed； and Quasimodo； powerless against so many enemies； shuddering for the gypsy； beholding the furious faces approaching ever nearer and nearer to his gallery； entreated heaven for a miracle； and wrung his arms in despair。
CHAPTER V。
THE RETREAT IN WHICH MONSIEUR LOUIS OF FRANCE SAYS HIS PRAYERS。
The reader has not； perhaps； forgotten that one moment before catching sight of the nocturnal band of vagabonds； Quasimodo； as he inspected Paris from the heights of his bell tower； perceived only one light burning； which gleamed like a star from a window on the topmost story of a lofty edifice beside the Porte Saint…Antoine。 This edifice was the Bastille。 That star was the candle of Louis XI。
King Louis XI。 had； in fact； been two days in Paris。 He was to take his departure on the next day but one for his citadel of Montilz…les…Tours。 He made but seldom and brief appearance in his good city of Paris； since there he did not feel about him enough pitfalls； gibbets； and Scotch archers。
He had come； that day； to sleep at the Bastille。 The great chamber five toises* square； which he had at the Louvre； with its huge chimney…piece loaded with twelve great beasts and thirteen great prophets； and his grand bed； eleven feet by twelve； pleased him but little。 He felt himself lost amid all this grandeur。 This good bourgeois king preferred the Bastille with a tiny chamber and couch。 And then； the Bastille was stronger than the Louvre。
* An ancient long measure in France； containing six feet and nearly five inches English measure。
This little chamber； which the king reserved for himself in the famous state prison； was also tolerably spacious and occupied the topmost story of a turret rising from the donjon keep。 It was circular in form； carpeted with mats of shining straw； ceiled with beams； enriched with fleurs…de…lis of gilded metal with interjoists in color； wainscoated with rich woods sown with rosettes of white metal； and with others painted a fine； bright green； made of orpiment and fine indigo。
There was only one window； a long pointed casement； latticed with brass wire and bars of iron； further darkened by fine colored panes with the arms of the king and of the queen； each pane being worth two and twenty sols。
There was but one entrance； a modern door； with a fiat arch； garnished with a piece of tapestry on the inside； and on the outside by one of those porches of Irish wood； frail edifices of cabinet…work curiously wrought； numbers of which were still to be seen in old houses a hundred and fifty years ago。 〃Although they disfigure and embarrass the places；〃 says Sauvel in despair； 〃our old people are still unwilling to get rid of them； and keep them in spite of everybody。〃
In this chamber； nothing was to be found of what furnishes ordinary apartments； neither benches； nor trestles； nor forms； nor common stools in the form of a chest； nor fine stools sustained by pillars and counter…pillars； at four sols a piece。 Only one easy arm…chair； very magnificent； was to be seen； the wood was painted with roses on a red ground； the seat was of ruby Cordovan leather； ornamented with long silken fringes； and studded with a thousand golden nails。 The loneliness of this chair made it apparent that only one person had a right to sit down in this apartment。 Beside the chair； and quite close to the window； there was a table covered with a cloth with a pattern of birds。 On this table stood an inkhorn spotted with ink； some parchments； several pens； and a large goblet of chased silver。 A little further on was a brazier； a praying stool in crimson velvet； relieved with small bosses of gold。 Finally； at the extreme end of the room； a simple bed of scarlet and yellow damask； without either tinsel or lace； having only an ordinary fringe。 This bed； famous for having borne the sleep or the sleeplessness of Louis XI。； was still to be seen two hundred years ago； at the house of a councillor of state； where it was seen by old Madame Pilou； celebrated in _Cyrus_ under the name 〃Arricidie〃 and of 〃la Morale Vivante〃。
Such was the chamber which was called 〃the retreat where Monsieur Louis de France says his prayers。〃
At the moment when we have introduced the reader into it； this retreat was very dark。 The curfew bell had sounded an hour before； night was come； and there was only one flickering wax candle set on the table to light five persons variously grouped in the chamber。
The first on which the light fell was a seigneur superbly clad in breeches and jerkin of scarlet striped with silver； and a loose coat with half sleeves of cloth of gold with black figures。 This splendid costume； on which the light played； seemed glazed with flame on every fold。 The man who wore it had his armorial bearings embroidered on his breast in vivid colors； a chevron accompanied by a deer passant。 The shield was flanked； on the right by an olive branch； on the left by a deer's antlers。 This man wore in his girdle a rich dagger whose hilt； of silver gilt； was chased in the form of a helmet； and surmounted by a count
