re, on the day before, he had been saluted, acclaimed, and proclaimed
Pope and Prince of Fools, in the cortege of the Duke of Egypt, the King
of Thunes, and the Emperor of Galilee! One thing is certain, and that
is, that there was not a soul in the crowd, not even himself, though in
turn triumphant and the sufferer, who set forth this combination clearly
in his thought. Gringoire and his philosophy were missing at this
spectacle.

Soon Michel Noiret, sworn trumpeter to the king, our lord, imposed
silence on the louts, and proclaimed the sentence, in accordance with
the order and command of monsieur the provost. Then he withdrew behind
the cart, with his men in livery surcoats.

Quasimodo, impassible, did not wince. All resistance had been rendered
impossible to him by what was then called, in the style of the criminal
chancellery, "the vehemence and firmness of the bonds" which means that
the thongs and chains probably cut into his flesh; moreover, it is a
tradition of jail and wardens, which has not been lost, and which the
handcuffs still preciously preserve among us, a civilized, gentle,
humane people (the galleys and the guillotine in parentheses).

He had allowed himself to be led, pushed, carried, lifted, bound,
and bound again. Nothing was to be seen upon his countenance but the
astonishment of a savage or an idiot. He was known to be deaf; one might
have pronounced him to be blind.

They placed him on his knees on the circular plank; he made no
resistance. They removed his shirt and doublet as far as his girdle; he
allowed them to have their way. They entangled him under a fresh system
of thongs and buckles; he allowed them to bind and buckle him. Only from
time to time he snorted noisily, like a calf whose head is hanging and
bumping over the edge of a butcher's cart.

"The dolt," said Jehan Frollo of the Mill, to his friend Robin
Poussepain (for the two students had followed the culprit, as was to
have been expected), "he understands no more than a cockchafer shut up
in a box!"

There was wild laughter among the crowd when they beheld Quasimodo's
hump, his camel's breast, his callous and hairy shoulders laid bare.
During this gayety, a man in the livery of the city, short of stature
and robust of mien, mounted the platform and placed himself near the
victim. His name speedily circulated among the spectators. It was Master
Pierrat Torterue, official torturer to the Chatelet.

He began by depositing on a