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that nobody’s using,’ and away he went with it.”<br />
This was the last straw. Grainier accepted it with resignation.<br />
“May the <strong>de</strong>vil fly away with you!” said he to the actors, “and if I am paid you shall be.” Whereupon he<br />
beat a retreat, hanging his head, but the last in the field, like a general who has ma<strong>de</strong> a good fight.<br />
“A precious set of boobies and asses, these <strong>Paris</strong>ians!” he growled between his teeth, as he <strong>de</strong>scen<strong>de</strong>d<br />
the tortuous stairs of the Palais. “They <strong>com</strong>e to hear a Mystery, and don’t listen to a word. They’ve been<br />
taken up with all the world—with Clopin Trouillefou, with the Cardinal, with Coppenole, with<br />
Quasimodo, with the <strong>de</strong>vil; but with Madame the Virgin Mary not a bit. Dolts! if I had only known! I’d<br />
have given you some Virgin Marys with a vengeance. To think that I should have <strong>com</strong>e here to see faces<br />
and found nothing but backs! I, a poet, to have the success of an apothecary! True, Homerus had to beg<br />
his bread through the Greek villages, and Ovidius Naso died in exile among the Muscovites. But the<br />
<strong>de</strong>vil flay me if I know what they mean with their Esmeralda. To begin with, where can the word <strong>com</strong>e<br />
from?—ah, it’s Egyptian.”<br />
Book II<br />
I. From Scylla to Charybdis<br />
NIGHT falls early in January. It was already dark in the streets when Grainier quitted the Palais, which<br />
quite suited his taste, for he was impatient to reach some obscure and <strong>de</strong>serted alley where he might<br />
meditate in peace, and where the philosopher might apply the first salve to the wounds of the poet.<br />
Philosophy was his last refuge, seeing that he did not know where to turn for a night’s lodging. After the<br />
signal miscarriage of his first effort, he had not the courage to return to his lodging in the Rue<br />
Grenier-sur-l’Eau, opposite the hay-wharf, having counted on receiving from Monsieur the Provost for<br />
his epithalamium the wherewithal to pay Maître Guillaume Doulx-Sire, farmer of the cattle taxes in<br />
<strong>Paris</strong>, the six months’ rent he owed him; that is to say, twelve sols parisis, or twelve times the value of all<br />
he possessed in the world, including his breeches, his shirt, and his beaver.<br />
Resting for a moment un<strong>de</strong>r the shelter of the little gateway of the prison belonging to the treasurer of<br />
the Sainte-Chapelle he consi<strong>de</strong>red what lodging he should choose for the night, having all the pavements<br />
of <strong>Paris</strong> at his disposal. Sud<strong>de</strong>nly he remembered having noticed in the preceding week, at the door of<br />
one of the parliamentary counsellors in the Rue <strong>de</strong> la Savaterie, a stone step, used for mounting on<br />
mule-back, and having remarked to himself that that stone might serve excellently well as a pillow to a<br />
beggar or a poet. He thanked Provi<strong>de</strong>nce for having sent him this happy thought, and was just preparing<br />
to cross the Place du Palais and enter the tortuous labyrinth of the city, where those ancient sisters, the<br />
streets of la Baillerie, la Vielle-Draperie, la Savaterie, la Juiverie, etc., pursue their mazy windings, and<br />
are still standing to this day with their nine-storied houses, when he caught sight of the procession of the<br />
Pope of Fools, as it issued from the Palais and poured across his path with a great uproar, ac<strong>com</strong>panied<br />
by shouts and glare of torches and Gringoire’s own band of music.<br />
The sight touched his smarting vanity, and he fled. In the bitterness of his dramatic failure everything<br />
that remin<strong>de</strong>d him of the unlucky festival exasperated him and ma<strong>de</strong> his wounds bleed afresh.