CHATEAUPERS TO THE RESCUE.
The reader will, perhaps, the in which we left Quasimodo. The man, on all sides, had lost, if not all courage, at least all of saving, not himself (he was not of himself), but the gypsy. He ran along the gallery. Notre-Dame was on the point of being taken by by the outcasts. All at once, a great of the streets, and, with a long file of and a thick of cavaliers, with free and in rest, these on the Place like a hurricane,—
“France! France! cut the louts! Châteaupers to the rescue! Provostship! Provostship!”
The round.
Quasimodo who did not hear, saw the swords, the torches, the of the pikes, all that cavalry, at the of which he Captain Phœbus; he the of the outcasts, the terror of some, the among the of them, and from this he so much strength, that he from the church the who were already into the gallery.
It was, in fact, the king’s who had arrived. The bravely. They themselves like men. Caught on the flank, by the Rue Saint-Pierre-aux-Bœufs, and in the through the Rue du Parvis, to against Notre-Dame, which they still and Quasimodo defended, at the same time and besieged, they were in the in which Comte Henri Harcourt, Taurinum et obsessus, as his says, himself later on, at the famous of Turin, in 1640, Prince Thomas of Savoy, he was besieging, and the Marquis de Leganez, who was him.
The was frightful. There was a dog’s tooth for wolf’s flesh, as P. Mathieu says. The king’s cavaliers, in Phœbus de Châteaupers himself valiantly, gave no quarter, and the of the of those who the of the lance. The outcasts, and with rage. Men, women, children, themselves on the and the of the horses, and there like cats, with teeth, and toe nails. Others the archers’ in the with their torches. Others iron into the necks of the and them down. They in pieces those who fell.
One was noticed who had a large, scythe, and who, for a long time, the of the horses. He was frightful. He was a ditty, with a intonation, he and his incessantly. At every he around him a great circle of limbs. He thus into the very of the cavalry, with the slowness, the of the and the regular of a a of wheat. It was Clopin Trouillefou. A from an him low.
In the meantime, had been opened again. The neighbors the of the king’s troops, had in the affray, and upon the from every story. The Parvis was with a thick smoke, which the with flame. Through it one the of Notre-Dame, and the Hôtel-Dieu with some from the of its all with windows.
At length the gave way. Weariness, the of good weapons, the of this surprise, the from the windows, the attack of the king’s troops, all them. They the line of assailants, and in every direction, the Parvis with dead.
When Quasimodo, who had not to for a moment, this rout, he on his and his hands to heaven; then, with joy, he ran, he with the of a bird to that cell, the to which he had so defended. He had but one now; it was to her he had just saved for the second time.
When he entered the cell, he it empty.
BOOK ELEVENTH.
