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<strong>Dame</strong>—were fortified. The Abbey of Saint-Germain-<strong>de</strong>s-Prés was castellated like a baronial mansion,<br />
and more copper had been used there for bombards than for bells. These fortifications were still to be<br />
seen in 1610; now scarcely the church remains.<br />
But to return to <strong>Notre</strong> <strong>Dame</strong>.<br />
The first arrangements <strong>com</strong>pleted—and it must be said, to the honour of the truand discipline, that<br />
Clopin’s or<strong>de</strong>rs were carried out in silence and with admirable precision—the worthy lea<strong>de</strong>r mounted<br />
the parapet of the Parvis, turned his face to <strong>Notre</strong> <strong>Dame</strong>, and raising his harsh and churlish voice while<br />
he shook his torch—the light of which flaring in the wind and veiled at intervals by its own smoke, ma<strong>de</strong><br />
the dark front of the Cathedral vanish and reappear by turns—<br />
“Unto thee,” he cried, “Louis <strong>de</strong> Beaumont, Bishop of <strong>Paris</strong>, Councillor in the Court of Parliament,<br />
thus say I, Clop in Trouillefou, King of Tunis, Grand Coësre, Prince of Argot, Bishop of the Fools: Our<br />
sister, falsely con<strong>de</strong>mned for witchcraft, has taken refuge in thy church. Thou art bound to accord her<br />
shelter and safeguard; but now the Parliament <strong>de</strong>signs to take her thence, and thou consentest thereunto,<br />
so that she would be hanged to-morrow at the Grève if God and the truands were no at hand. We <strong>com</strong>e to<br />
thee, then, Bishop. If thy church is sacred, our sister is so too; if our sister is not sacred, neither is thy<br />
church. Wherefore we summon thee to give up the maid if thou wouldst save thy church, or we will take<br />
the maid ourselves sand plun<strong>de</strong>r the church: which will most certainly happen. In token where of I here<br />
set up my banner. And so God help thee, Bishop of <strong>Paris</strong>!”<br />
Unfortunately Quasimodo could no hear these words, which were <strong>de</strong>livered with a sort of savage and<br />
morose dignity. A Vagabond han<strong>de</strong>d Clop in his banner, which he gravely planted between two<br />
paving-stones. It was a pitchfork on which hung gory piece of carrion.<br />
This done, the King of Tunis turned about and cast his eye over his army, a ferocious multitu<strong>de</strong> whose<br />
eyes gleamed almost as savagely as their pikes. After a moment’s pause—“Forward, lads!” he cried.<br />
“To your work, house breakers!”<br />
Thirty thick-set, strong-limbed men with hammers, pincers, and iron crowbars on their shoul<strong>de</strong>rs,<br />
stepped from the ranks They advanced towards the main entrance of the church, ascen<strong>de</strong>d the steps, and<br />
immediately set to work on the door with pincers and levers. A large party of truands followed them to<br />
assist or look on, so that the whole flight of eleven steps was crow<strong>de</strong>d with them.<br />
The door, however, held firm. “The <strong>de</strong>vil! but she’s hard and headstrong!” said one. “She’s old, and<br />
her gristle’s tough!” said another. “Courage, <strong>com</strong>ra<strong>de</strong>s!” said Clop in. “I wager my head against a<br />
slipper that you’ll have burst the door, got the maid, and stripped the high altar before ever there’s a<br />
beadle of them all awake. There—I believe the lock’s going.”<br />
Clop in was interrupted by a frightful noise which at that moment resoun<strong>de</strong>d behind him. He turned<br />
round. An enormous beam had just fallen from on high, crushing a dozen truands on the steps of the<br />
church and rebounding on to the pavement with the noise of a piece of artillery, breaking here and there<br />
the legs of others among the Vagabond crowd, which fled in all directions with cries of terror. In a trice<br />
the enclosure of the Parvis was empty. The doorbreakers, though protected by the <strong>de</strong>ep arches of the<br />
doorway, abandoned it, and Clop in himself fell back to a respectful distance from the church.<br />
“Tête-bœuf! I had a narrow escape!” cried Jean. “I felt the wind of it; but Pierre the Feller is felled at<br />
last.”