the hunchback of notre dame-第103章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
〃Alas！ brother； you were perfectly right when you said to me；〃Jehan！ Jehan！ ~cessat doctorum doctrina； discipulorum disciplina~。 Jehan； be wise； Jehan； be learned； Jehan； pass not the night outside of the college without lawful occasion and due leave of the master。 Cudgel not the Picards： ~noli； Joannes； verberare Picardos~。 Rot not like an unlettered ass； ~quasi asinus illitteratus~； on the straw seats of the school。 Jehan； allow yourself to be punished at the discretion of the master。 Jehan go every evening to chapel； and sing there an anthem with verse and orison to Madame the glorious Virgin Mary。Alas！ what excellent advice was that！〃
〃And then？〃
〃Brother； you behold a culprit； a criminal； a wretch； a libertine； a man of enormities！ My dear brother； Jehan hath made of your counsels straw and dung to trample under foot。 I have been well chastised for it； and God is extraordinarily just。 As long as I had money； I feasted； I lead a mad and joyous life。 Oh！ how ugly and crabbed behind is debauch which is so charming in front！ Now I have no longer a blank； I have sold my napery； my shirt and my towels； no more merry life！ The beautiful candle is extinguished and I have henceforth； only a wretched tallow dip which smokes in my nose。 The wenches jeer at me。 I drink water。I am overwhelmed with remorse and with creditors。
〃The rest？〃 said the archdeacon。
〃Alas！ my very dear brother； I should like to settle down to a better life。 I come to you full of contrition； I am penitent。 I make my confession。 I beat my breast violently。 You are quite right in wishing that I should some day become a licentiate and sub…monitor in the college of Torchi。 At the present moment I feel a magnificent vocation for that profession。 But I have no more ink and I must buy some； I have no more paper； I have no more books； and I must buy some。 For this purpose； I am greatly in need of a little money； and I come to you； brother； with my heart full of contrition。〃
〃Is that all？〃
〃Yes；〃 said the scholar。 〃A little money。〃
〃I have none。〃
Then the scholar said； with an air which was both grave and resolute： 〃Well； brother； I am sorry to be obliged to tell you that very fine offers and propositions are being made to me in another quarter。 You will not give me any money？ No。 In that case I shall become a professional vagabond。〃
As he uttered these monstrous words； he assumed the mien of Ajax； expecting to see the lightnings descend upon his head。
The archdeacon said coldly to him；…
〃Become a vagabond。〃
Jehan made him a deep bow； and descended the cloister stairs； whistling。
At the moment when he was passing through the courtyard of the cloister； beneath his brother's window； he heard that window open； raised his eyes and beheld the archdeacon's severe head emerge。
〃Go to the devil！〃 said Dom Claude； 〃here is the last money which you will get from me？〃
At the same time； the priest flung Jehan a purse； which gave the scholar a big bump on the forehead； and with which Jehan retreated； both vexed and content； like a dog who had been stoned with marrow bones。
CHAPTER III。
LONG LIVE MIRTH。
The reader has probably not forgotten that a part of the Cour de Miracles was enclosed by the ancient wall which surrounded the city； a goodly number of whose towers had begun； even at that epoch； to fall to ruin。 One of these towers had been converted into a pleasure resort by the vagabonds。 There was a drain…shop in the underground story； and the rest in the upper stories。 This was the most lively； and consequently the most hideous； point of the whole outcast den。 It was a sort of monstrous hive； which buzzed there night and day。 At night； when the remainder of the beggar horde slept； when there was no longer a window lighted in the dingy fa？ades of the Place； when not a cry was any longer to be heard proceeding from those innumerable families； those ant…hills of thieves； of wenches； and stolen or bastard children； the merry tower was still recognizable by the noise which it made； by the scarlet light which； flashing simultaneously from the air…holes； the windows； the fissures in the cracked 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 hidde
