cordance with their
compact, Quasimodo, that is to say, the devil, was to carry off Claude
Frollo, that is to say, the sorcerer. It was presumed that he had broken
the body when taking the soul, like monkeys who break the shell to get
at the nut.

This is why the archdeacon was not interred in consecrated earth.

Louis XI. died a year later, in the month of August, 1483.

As for Pierre Gringoire, he succeeded in saving the goat, and he won
success in tragedy. It appears that, after having tasted astrology,
philosophy, architecture, hermetics,--all vanities, he returned to
tragedy, vainest pursuit of all. This is what he called "coming to a
tragic end." This is what is to be read, on the subject of his dramatic
triumphs, in 1483, in the accounts of the "Ordinary:" "To Jehan Marchand
and Pierre Gringoire, carpenter and composer, who have made and composed
the mystery made at the Chatelet of Paris, at the entry of Monsieur the
Legate, and have ordered the personages, clothed and dressed the same,
as in the said mystery was required; and likewise, for having made the
scaffoldings thereto necessary; and for this deed,--one hundred livres."

Phoebus de Chateaupers also came to a tragic end. He married.

CHAPTER IV. THE MARRIAGE OF QUASIMODO.

We have just said that Quasimodo disappeared from Notre-Dame on the day
of the gypsy's and of the archdeacon's death. He was not seen again, in
fact; no one knew what had become of him.

During the night which followed the execution of la Esmeralda, the night
men had detached her body from the gibbet, and had carried it, according
to custom, to the cellar of Montfaucon.

Montfaucon was, as Sauval says, "the most ancient and the most superb
gibbet in the kingdom." Between the faubourgs of the Temple and Saint
Martin, about a hundred and sixty toises from the walls of Paris, a
few bow shots from La Courtille, there was to be seen on the crest of a
gentle, almost imperceptible eminence, but sufficiently elevated to
be seen for several leagues round about, an edifice of strange form,
bearing considerable resemblance to a Celtic cromlech, and where also
human sacrifices were offered.

Let the reader picture to himself, crowning a limestone hillock, an
oblong mass of masonry fifteen feet in height, thirty wide, forty
long, with a gate, an external railing and a platform; on this platform
sixteen enormous pillars of rough hewn stone, thirty feet in height,
arranged in a colo