Notre Dame de Paris - Bartleby.com
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They rapidly <strong>de</strong>scen<strong>de</strong>d the stairs of the towers, crossed the church, which was dark and totally<br />
<strong>de</strong>serted but echoing with the frightful uproar without, and issued by the Porte Rouge into the court-yard<br />
of the cloister. The cloister was <strong>de</strong>serted, the clergy having taken refuge in the bishop’s house, there to<br />
offer up their prayers together. The courtyard was empty save for a few terrified lackeys crouching in the<br />
darkest corners. They ma<strong>de</strong> their way to the small door leading out of the court-yard to the Terrain. The<br />
man in black opened it with a key he carried with him. Our rea<strong>de</strong>rs are aware that the Terrain was a<br />
tongue of land enclosed by walls on the si<strong>de</strong> next the city, belonging to the chapter of <strong>Notre</strong> <strong>Dame</strong>, and<br />
forming the end of the island on the east, behind the church. They found this enclosure perfectly solitary.<br />
Here, even the noise in the air was sensibly less, the clamour of the assault reaching their ears<br />
confusedly and <strong>de</strong>a<strong>de</strong>ned. They could now hear the rustling of the leaves of the solitary tree planted at<br />
the point of the Terrain as the fresh breeze swept up from the river. Nevertheless, they were still very<br />
close to danger. The buildings nearest them were the bishop’s resi<strong>de</strong>nce and the church. There were<br />
visible signs of great confusion within the bishop’s resi<strong>de</strong>nce. Its dark mass was streaked with lights<br />
flitting from window to window, just as after burning a piece of paper, bright sparks run in a thousand<br />
fantastic lines across the dark mound of ashes. Besi<strong>de</strong> it, the huge black towers of <strong>Notre</strong> <strong>Dame</strong> rearing<br />
themselves over the long nave, sharply outlined against the vast red glow which filled the Parvis, looked<br />
like the gigantic andirons of some Cyclopean fire-place.<br />
What was visible of <strong>Paris</strong> on all si<strong>de</strong>s seemed to float in a mingled atmosphere of light and shadow,<br />
such as Rembrandt has in some of his backgrounds.<br />
The man with the lantern walked straight to the point of the Terrain where, at the extreme edge of the<br />
water, were the <strong>de</strong>caying remains of a fence of stakes interlaced with laths, on which a low vine had<br />
spread its few starveling branches like the fingers of an open hand. Behind it, in the shadow of the fence,<br />
a little boat lay moored. The man motioned Gringoire and his <strong>com</strong>panion to enter, and the goat jumped<br />
in after them. The man himself got in last. He cut the rope of the boat, pushed off from the shore with a<br />
long boat-hook, and seizing a pair of oars, seated himself in the bow and rowed with all his might out<br />
into mid-stream. The Seine runs very strong at this part, and he had consi<strong>de</strong>rable difficulty in clearing<br />
the point of the island.<br />
Gringoire’s first care, on entering the boat, was to take the goat upon his knees. He settled himself in<br />
the stern, and the girl, whom the unknown man inspired with in<strong>de</strong>finable uneasiness, seated herself as<br />
close as possible to the poet.<br />
As soon as our philosopher felt the boat in motion, he clapped his hands and kissed Djali between her<br />
horns.<br />
“Oh!” he cried, “now we are safe, all four of us!” and ad<strong>de</strong>d with the air of a profound thinker: “We<br />
are in<strong>de</strong>bted sometimes to fortune, sometimes to strategy, for the happy issue of a great un<strong>de</strong>rtaking.”<br />
The boat was making its way slowly across to the right bank. The gipsy girl regar<strong>de</strong>d their unknown<br />
<strong>com</strong>panion with secret terror. He had carefully shut off the light of his dark-lantern, and was now only<br />
dimly perceptible in the bow of the boat, like a shadowy phantom. His hood, which was still pulled down,<br />
formed a kind of mask to his face, and each time that in rowing he opened his arms, his long hanging<br />
black sleeves gave them the appearance of enormous bat’s wings. As yet he had breathed not a word.<br />
There was no sound in the boat but the regular splash of the oars and the rippling of the water against<br />
the si<strong>de</strong>s of the skiff.