acked walls； escaped； so to speak； from its every pore。
The cellar then； was the dram…shop。 The descent to it was through a low door and by a staircase as steep as a classic Alexandrine。 Over the door； by way of a sign there hung a marvellous daub； representing new sons and dead chickens；* with this； pun below： ~Aux sonneurs pour les trépassés~；The wringers for the dead。
* ~Sols neufs： poulets tués~。
One evening when the curfew was sounding from all the belfries in Paris； the sergeants of the watch might have observed； had it been granted to them to enter the formidable Court of Miracles； that more tumult than usual was in progress in the vagabonds' tavern； that more drinking was being done； and louder swearing。 Outside in the Place； there； were many groups conversing in low tones； as when some great plan is being framed； and here and there a knave crouching down engaged in sharpening a villanous iron blade on a paving…stone。
Meanwhile； in the tavern itself； wine and gaming offered such a powerful diversion to the ideas which occupied the vagabonds' lair that evening； that it would have been difficult to divine from the remarks of the drinkers； what was the matter in hand。 They merely wore a gayer air than was their wont； and some weapon could be seen glittering between the legs of each of them；a sickle； an axe； a big two…edged sword or the hook of an old hackbut。
The room； circular in form； was very spacious； but the tables were so thickly set and the drinkers so numerous； that all that the tavern contained； men； women； benches； beer…jugs； all that were drinking； all that were sleeping； all that were playing； the well； the lame； seemed piled up pell…mell； with as much order and harmony as a heap of oyster shells。 There were a few tallow dips lighted on the tables； but the real luminary of this tavern； that which played the part in this dram…shop of the chandelier of an opera house； was the fire。 This cellar was so damp that the fire was never allowed to go out； even in midsummer； an immense chimney with a sculptured mantel； all bristling with heavy iron andirons and cooking utensils； with one of those huge fires of mixed wood and peat which at night； in village streets make the reflection of forge windows stand out so red on the opposite walls。 A big dog gravely seated in the ashes was turning a spit loaded with meat before the coals。
Great as was the confusion； after the first glance one could distinguish in that multitude； three principal groups which thronged around three personages already known to the reader。 One of these personages； fantastically accoutred in many an oriental rag； was Mathias Hungadi Spicali； Duke of Egypt and Bohemia。 The knave was seated on a table with his legs crossed； and in a loud voice was bestowing his knowledge of magic； both black and white； on many a gaping face which surrounded him。 Another rabble pressed close around our old friend； the valiant King of Thunes； armed to the teeth。 Clopin Trouillefou； with a very serious air and in a low voice； was regulating the distribution of an enormous cask of arms； which stood wide open in front of him and from whence poured out in profusion； axes； swords； bassinets； coats of mail； broadswords； lance…heads； arrows； and viretons；* like apples and grapes from a horn of plenty。 Every one took something from the cask； one a morion； another a long； straight sword； another a dagger with a crossshaped hilt。 The very children were arming themselves； and there were even cripples in bowls who； in armor and cuirass； made their way between the legs of the drinkers； like great beetles。
* An arrow with a pyramidal head of iron and copper spiral wings； by which a rotatory motion was communicated。
Finally； a third audience； the most noisy； the most jovial； and the most numerous； encumbered benches and tables； in the midst of which harangued and swore a flute…like voice； which escaped from beneath a heavy armor； complete from casque to spurs。 The individual who had thus screwed a whole outfit upon his body； was so hidden by his warlike accoutrements that nothing was to be seen of his person save an impertinent； red； snub nose； a rosy mouth； and bold eyes。 His belt was full of daggers and poniards； a huge sword on his hip； a rusted cross…bow at his left； and a vast jug of wine in front of him； without reckoning on his right； a fat wench with her bosom uncovered。 All mouths around him were laughing； cursing； and drinking。
Add twenty secondary groups； the waiters； male and female； running with jugs on their heads； gamblers squatting over taws； merelles；* dice； vachettes； the ardent game of tringlet； quarrels in one corner； kisses in another； and the reader will have some idea of this whole picture； over which flickered the light of a great； flaming fire； which made a thousand huge and grotesque shadows dance over the walls of the drinking shop。
* A game played on a checker…board containing three concentric sets of squares； with small stones。 The game consisted in getting three stones in a row。
As for the noise； it was like the inside of a bell at full peal。
The dripping…pan； where crackled a rain of grease； filled with its continual sputtering the intervals of these thousand dialogues； which intermingled from one end of the apartment to the other。
In the midst of this uproar； at the extremity of the tavern； on the bench inside the chimney； sat a philosopher meditating with his feet in the ashes and his eyes on the brands。 It was Pierre Gringoire。
〃Be quick！ make haste； arm yourselves！ we set out on the march in an hour！〃 said Clopin Trouillefou to his thieves。
A wench was humming；
〃~Bonsoir mon père et ma mere； Les derniers couvrent le feu~。〃*
* Good night； father and mother； the last cover up the fire。
Two card players were disputing；
〃Knave！〃 cried the reddest faced of the two； shaking his fist at the other； 〃I'll mark you with the club。 You can take the place of Mistigri in the pack of cards of monseigneur the king。〃
〃Ugh！〃 roared a Norman； recognizable by his nasal accent； 〃we are packed in here like the saints of Caillouville！〃
〃My sons；〃 the Duke of Egypt was saying to his audience； in a falsetto voice； 〃sorceresses in France go to the witches' sabbath without broomsticks； or grease； or steed； merely by means of some magic words。 The witches of Italy always have a buck waiting for them at their door。 All are bound to go out through the chimney。〃
The voice of the young scamp armed from head to foot； dominated the uproar。
〃Hurrah！ hurrah！〃 he was shouting。 〃My first day in armor！ Outcast！ I am an outcast。 Give me something to drink。 My friends； my name is Jehan Frollo du Moulin； and I am a gentleman。 My opinion is that if God were a ~gendarme~； he would turn robber。 Brothers； we are about to set out on a fine expedition。 Lay siege to the church； burst in the doors； drag out the beautiful girl； save her from the judges； save her from the priests； dismantle the cloister； burn the bishop in his palaceall this we will do in less time than it takes for a burgomaster to eat a spoonful of soup。 Our cause is just； we will plunder Notre…Dame and that will be the end of it。 We will hang Quasimodo。 Do you know Quasimodo； ladies？ Have you seen him make himself breathless on the big bell on a grand Pentecost festival！ ~Corne du Père~！ 'tis very fine！ One would say he was a devil mounted on a man。 Listen to me； my friends； I am a vagabond to the bottom of my heart； I am a member of the slang thief gang in my soul； I was born an independent thief。 I have been rich； and I have devoured all my property。 My mother wanted to make an officer of me； my father； a sub…deacon； my aunt； a councillor of inquests； my grandmother； prothonotary to the king； my great aunt； a treasurer of the short robe；and I have made myself an outcast。 I said this to my father； who spit his curse in my face； to my mother； who set to weeping and chattering； poor old lady； like yonder fagot on the and…irons。 Long live mirth！ I am a real Bicêtre。 Waitress； my dear； more wine。 I have still the wherewithal to pay。 I want no more Surène wine。 It distresses my throat。 I'd as lief； ~corboeuf~！ gargle my throat with a basket。〃
Meanwhile； the rabble applauded with shouts of laughter； and seeing that the tumult was increasing around him； the scholar cried；。
〃Oh！ what a fine noise！ ~Populi debacchantis populosa debacchatio~！〃 Then he began to sing； his eye swimming in ecstasy； in the tone of a canon intoning vespers； ~Quoe cantica！ quoe organa！ quoe cantilenoe！ quoe meloclioe hic sine fine decantantur！ Sonant melliflua hymnorum organa； suavissima angelorum melodia； cantica canticorum mira~！ He broke off： 〃Tavern…keeper of the devil； give me some supper！〃
There was a moment of partial silence； during which the sharp voice of the Duke of Egypt rose； as he gave instructions to his Bohemians。
〃The weasel is called Adrune； the fox； Blue…foot； or the Racer of the Woods； the wolf； Gray…foot； or Gold…foot； the bear the Old Man； or Grandfather。 The cap of a gnome confers invisibility； and causes one to behold invisible things。 Every toad that is baptized must be clad in red or black velvet； a bell on its neck； a bell on its feet。 The godfather holds its head； the godmother its hinder parts。 'Tis the demon Sidragasum who hath the power to make wenches dance stark naked。〃
〃By the mass！〃 interrupted Jehan； 〃I should like to be the demon Sidragasum。〃
Meanwhile； the vagabonds continued to arm themselves and whisper at the other end of the dram…shop。
〃That poor Esmeralda！〃 said a Bohemian。 〃She is our sister。 She must be taken away from there。〃
〃Is she still at Notre…Dame？〃 went on a merchant with the appearance of a Jew。
〃Yes； pardieu！〃
〃Well！ comrades！〃 exclaimed the merchant； 〃to Notre…Dame！ So much the better； since there are in the chapel of Saints Féréol and Ferrution two statues； the one of John the Baptist； the other of Saint…Antoine； of solid gold； weighing together seven marks of gold and fifteen estellins； and the pedestals are of silver…gilt； of seventeen marks； five ounces。 I know that； I am a goldsmith。〃
Here they served Jehan with his supper。