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He would have crossed the Pont Saint-Michel, but children were running up and down with squibs and<br />
rockets.<br />
“A murrain on the fire-works!” exclaimed Grainier, turning back to the Pont-au-Change. In front of the<br />
houses at the entrance to the bridge they had attached three banners of cloth, representing the King, the<br />
Dauphin, and Marguerite of Flan<strong>de</strong>rs, and also six smaller banners or draplets on which were<br />
“pourtraicts” of the Duke of Austria, the Cardinal <strong>de</strong> Bourbon, M. <strong>de</strong> Beaujeu, Mme. Jeanne <strong>de</strong> France,<br />
and Monsieur the Bastard of Bourbon, and some one else, the whole lighted up by flaming cressets. The<br />
crowd was lost in admiration.<br />
“Lucky painter, Jehan Fourbault,” said Grainier with a heavy sigh, and turned his back upon the banners<br />
and the bannerets. A street opened before him so dark and <strong>de</strong>serted that it offered him every prospect of<br />
escape from all the sounds and the illuminations of the festival. He plunged into it. A few moments<br />
afterward his foot struck against an obstacle, he tripped and fell. It was the great bunch of may which the<br />
clerks of the Basoche had laid that morning at the door of one of the presi<strong>de</strong>nts of the parliament, in<br />
honour of the day.<br />
Gringoire bore this fresh mishap with heroism, he picked himself up and ma<strong>de</strong> for the water-si<strong>de</strong>.<br />
Leaving behind him the Tournelle Civile and the Tour Criminelle, and skirting the high walls of the royal<br />
gar<strong>de</strong>ns, ankle-<strong>de</strong>ep in mud, he reached the western end of the city, and stopped for some time in<br />
contemplation of the islet of the Passeur-aux-vaches or ferry-man of the cattle, since buried un<strong>de</strong>r the<br />
bronze horse of the Pont-Neuf. In the gloom the islet looked to him like a black blot across the narrow,<br />
gray-white stream that separated him from it. One could just make out by a faint glimmer of light<br />
proceeding from it, the hive-shaped hut in which the ferry-man sheltered for the night.<br />
“Happy ferry-man,” thought Grainier, “thou aspirest not to fame; thou <strong>com</strong>posest no epithalamiums.<br />
What carest thou for royal marriages or for Duchesses of Burgundy? Thou reckest of no Marguerites but<br />
those with which April pies the meadows for thy cows to crop. And I, a poet, am hooted at, and I am<br />
shivering, and I owe twelve sous, and my shoe-soles are worn so thin they would do to glaze thy lantern.<br />
I thank thee, ferry-man; thy cabin is soothing to my sight, and makes me forget <strong>Paris</strong>.”<br />
Here he was startled out of his well-nigh lyric ecstasy by the explosion of a great double rocket which<br />
sud<strong>de</strong>nly went up from the thrice happy cabin. It was the ferry-man adding his contribution to the<br />
festivities of the day by letting off some fire-works.<br />
At this Grainier fairly bristled with rage.<br />
“Accursed festival!” cried he; “is there no escape from it?—not even on the cattle ferry-man’s islet?”<br />
He gazed on the Seine at his feet, and a horrible temptation assailed him.<br />
“Oh, how gladly would I drown myself,” said he, “if only the water were not so cold!”<br />
It was then he formed the <strong>de</strong>sperate resolve that, as there was no escape from the Pope of Fools, from<br />
Jehan Four-bault’s painted banners, from the bunches of may, from the squibs and rockets, he would<br />
boldly cast himself into the very heart of the merry-making and go to the Place <strong>de</strong> Grève.<br />
“There at least,” he reflected, “I may manage to get a brand from the bonfire whereat to warm myself,<br />
and to sup off some remnant of the three great armorial <strong>de</strong>vices in sugar which have been set out on the<br />
public buffets of the city.”