he present day。 They even stood upon the machicolations of the Porte Sainte… Antoine。 The king had the queen on a pillion； and after their highnesses came all the ladies mounted behind all the lords。 I remember that they laughed loudly； because beside Amanyon de Garlande； who was very short of stature； there rode the Sire Matefelon； a chevalier of gigantic size； who had killed heaps of English。 It was very fine。 A procession of all the gentlemen of France； with their oriflammes waving red before the eye。 There were some with pennons and some with banners。 How can I tell？ the Sire de Calm with a pennon； Jean de Chateaumorant with a banner； the Sire de Courcy with a banner； and a more ample one than any of the others except the Duc de Bourbon。 Alas！ 'tis a sad thing to think that all that has existed and exists no longer！〃
The two lovers were not listening to the venerable dowager。 Phoebus had returned and was leaning on the back of his betrothed's chair； a charming post whence his libertine glance plunged into all the openings of Fleur…de…Lys's gorget。 This gorget gaped so conveniently； and allowed him to see so many exquisite things and to divine so many more； that Phoebus； dazzled by this skin with its gleams of satin； said to himself； 〃How can any one love anything but a fair skin？〃
Both were silent。 The young girl raised sweet； enraptured eyes to him from time to time； and their hair mingled in a ray of spring sunshine。
〃Phoebus；〃 said Fleur…de…Lys suddenly； in a low voice； 〃we are to be married three months hence； swear to me that you have never loved any other woman than myself。〃
〃I swear it； fair angel！〃 replied Phoebus； and his passionate glances aided the sincere tone of his voice in convincing Fleur…de…Lys。
Meanwhile； the good mother； charmed to see the betrothed pair on terms of such perfect understanding； had just quitted the apartment to attend to some domestic matter； Phoebus observed it； and this so emboldened the adventurous captain that very strange ideas mounted to his brain。 Fleur…de…Lys loved him； he was her betrothed； she was alone with him； his former taste for her had re…awakened； not with all its fresh… ness but with all its ardor； after all； there is no great harm in tasting one's wheat while it is still in the blade； I do not know whether these ideas passed through his mind； but one thing is certain； that Fleur…de…Lys was suddenly alarmed by the expression of his glance。 She looked round and saw that her mother was no longer there。
〃Good heavens！〃 said she； blushing and uneasy； 〃how very warm I am？〃
〃I think； in fact；〃 replied Phoebus； 〃that it cannot be far from midday。 The sun is troublesome。 We need only lower the curtains。〃
〃No； no；〃 exclaimed the poor little thing； 〃on the contrary； I need air。〃
And like a fawn who feels the breath of the pack of hounds； she rose； ran to the window； opened it； and rushed upon the balcony。
Phoebus； much discomfited； followed her。
The Place du Parvis Notre…Dame； upon which the balcony looked； as the reader knows； presented at that moment a singular and sinister spectacle which caused the fright of the timid Fleur…de…Lys to change its nature。
An immense crowd； which overflowed into all the neighboring streets； encumbered the Place； properly speaking。 The little wall； breast high； which surrounded the Place； would not have sufficed to keep it free had it not been lined with a thick hedge of sergeants and hackbuteers； culverines in hand。 Thanks to this thicket of pikes and arquebuses； the Parvis was empty。 Its entrance was guarded by a force of halberdiers with the armorial bearings of the bishop。 The large doors of the church were closed； and formed a contrast with the innumerable windows on the Place； which； open to their very gables； allowed a view of thousands of heads heaped up almost like the piles of bullets in a park of artillery。
The surface of this rabble was dingy； dirty； earthy。 The spectacle which it was expecting was evidently one of the sort which possess the privilege of bringing out and calling together the vilest among the populace。 Nothing is so hideous as the noise which was made by that swarm of yellow caps and dirty heads。 In that throng there were more laughs than cries； more women than men。
From time to time； a sharp and vibrating voice pierced the general clamor。
〃Ohé！ Mahiet Baliffre！ Is she to be hung yonder？〃
〃Fool！ t'is here that she is to make her apology in her shift！ the good God is going to cough Latin in her face！ That is always done here； at midday。 If 'tis the gallows that you wish； go to the Grève。〃
〃I will go there； afterwards。〃
〃Tell me； la Boucanbry？ Is it true that she has refused a confessor？〃
〃It appears so； La Bechaigne。〃
〃You see what a pagan she is！〃
〃'Tis the custom； monsieur。 The bailiff of the courts is bound to deliver the malefactor ready judged for execution if he be a layman； to the provost of Paris； if a clerk； to the official of the bishopric。〃
〃Thank you； sir。〃
〃Oh； God！〃 said Fleur…de…Lys； 〃the poor creature！〃
This thought filled with sadness the glance which she cast upon the populace。 The captain； much more occupied with her than with that pack of the rabble； was amorously rumpling her girdle behind。 She turned round； entreating and smiling。
〃Please let me alone； Phoebus！ If my mother were to return； she would see your hand！〃
At that moment； midday rang slowly out from the clock of Notre…Dame。 A murmur of satisfaction broke out in the crowd。 The last vibration of the twelfth stroke had hardly died away when all heads surged like the waves beneath a squall； and an immense shout went up from the pavement； the windows； and the roofs；
〃There she is！〃
Fleur…de…Lys pressed her hands to her eyes； that she might not see。
〃Charming girl；〃 said Phoebus； 〃do you wish to withdraw？〃
〃No；〃 she replied； and she opened through curiosity； the eyes which she had closed through fear。
A tumbrel drawn by a stout Norman horse； and all surrounded by cavalry in violet livery with white crosses； had just debouched upon the Place through the Rue Saint…Pierre… aux…Boeufs。 The sergeants of the watch were clearing a passage for it through the crowd； by stout blows from their clubs。 Beside the cart rode several officers of justice and police； recognizable by their black costume and their awkwardness in the saddle。 Master Jacques Charmolue paraded at their head。
In the fatal cart sat a young girl with her arms tied behind her back； and with no priest beside her。 She was in her shift； her long black hair （the fashion then was to cut it off only at the foot of the gallows） fell in disorder upon her half…bared throat and shoulders。
Athwart that waving hair； more glossy than the plumage of a raven； a thick； rough； gray rope was visible； twisted and knotted； chafing her delicate collar…bones and twining round the charming neck of the poor girl； like an earthworm round a flower。 Beneath that rope glittered a tiny amulet ornamented with bits of green glass； which had been left to her no doubt； because nothing is refused to those who are about to die。 The spectators in the windows could see in the bottom of the cart her naked legs which she strove to hide beneath her； as by a final feminine instinct。 At her feet lay a little goat； bound。 The condemned girl held together with her teeth her imperfectly fastened shift。 One would have said that she suffered still more in her misery from being thus exposed almost naked to the eyes of all。 Alas！ modesty is not made for such shocks。
〃Jesus！〃 said Fleur…de…Lys hastily to the captain。 〃Look fair cousin； 'tis that wretched Bohemian with the goat。〃
So saying； she turned to Phoebus。 His eyes were fixed on the tumbrel。 He was very pale。
〃What Bohemian with the goat？〃 he stammered。
〃What！〃 resumed Fleur…de…Lys； 〃do you not remember？〃
Phoebus interrupted her。
〃I do not know what you mean。〃
He made a step to re…enter the room； but Fleur…de…Lys； whose jealousy； previously so vividly aroused by this same gypsy； had just been re…awakened； Fleur…de…Lys gave him a look full of penetration and distrust。 She vaguely recalled at that moment having heard of a captain mixed up in the trial of that witch。
〃What is the matter with you？〃 she said to Phoebus； 〃one would say； that this woman had disturbed you。〃
Phoebus forced a sneer；
〃Me！ Not the least in the world！ Ah！ yes； certainly！〃
〃Remain； then！〃 she continued imperiously； 〃and let us see the end。〃
The unlucky captain was obliged to remain。 He was somewhat reassured by the fact that the condemned girl never removed her eyes from the bottom of the cart。 It was but too surely la Esmeralda。 In this last stage of opprobrium and misfortune； she was still beautiful； her great black eyes appeared still larger； because of the emaciation of her cheeks； her pale profile was pure and sublime。 She resembled what she had been； in the same degree that a virgin by Masaccio； resembles a virgin of Raphael；weaker； thinner； more delicate。
Moreover； there was nothing in her which was not shaken in some sort； and which with the exception of her modesty； she did not let go at will； so profoundly had she been broken by stupor and despair。 Her body bounded at every jolt of the tumbrel like a dead or broken thing； her gaze was dull and imbecile。 A tear was still visible in her eyes； but motionless and frozen； so to speak。
Meanwhile； the lugubrious cavalcade has traversed the crowd amid cries of joy and curious attitudes。 But as a faithful historian； we must state that on beholding her so beautiful； so depressed； many were moved with pity； even among the hardest of them。
The tumbrel had entered the Parvis。
It halted before the central portal。 The escort ranged themselves in line on both sides。 The crowd became silent； and； in the midst of this silence full of anxiety and solemnity； the two leaves of the grand door swung back； as of themselves； on their hinges； which gave a creak like the sound of a fife。 Then there became visible in all its length； the deep； gloomy church； hung in black； sparely lighted with a few candles gleaming afar off on the principal altar； opened in the midst of the Place