"To you， Louis de Beaumont， bishop of Paris， counsellor in the Court of Parliament， I， Clopin Trouillefou， king of Thunes， grand Co？sre， prince of Argot， bishop of fools， I say： Our sister， falsely condemned for magic， hath taken refuge in your church， you owe her asylum and safety. Now the Court of Parliament wishes to seize her once more there， and you consent to it； so that she would be hanged to-morrow in the Grève， if God and the outcasts were not here. If your church is sacred， so is our sister； if our sister is not sacred， neither is your church. That is why we call upon you to return the girl if you wish to save your church， or we will take possession of the girl again and pillage the church， which will be a good thing. In token of which I here plant my banner， and may God preserve you， bishop of Paris，"Quasimodo could not， unfortunately， hear these words uttered with a sort of sombre and savage majesty. A vagabond presented his banner to Clopin， who planted it solemnly between two paving-stones. It was a pitchfork from whose points hung a bleeding quarter of carrion meat.
That done， the King of Thunes turned round and cast his eyes over his army， a fierce multitude whose glances flashed almost equally with their pikes. After a momentary pause，--"Forward， my Sons！" he cried； "to work， locksmiths！"Thirty bold men， square shouldered， and with pick-lock faces， stepped from the ranks， with hammers， pincers， and bars of iron on their shoulders. They betook themselves to the principal door of the church， ascended the steps， and were soon to be seen squatting under the arch， working at the door with pincers and levers； a throng of vagabonds followed them to help or look on. The eleven steps before the portal were covered with them.
But the door stood firm. "The devil！ 'tis hard and obstinate！" said one. "It is old， and its gristles have become bony，" said another. "Courage， comrades！" resumed Clopin.
"I wager my head against a dipper that you will have opened the door， rescued the girl， and despoiled the chief altar before a single beadle is awake. Stay！ I think Ihear the lock breaking up."
Clopin was interrupted by a frightful uproar which re-sounded behind him at that moment. He wheeled round.
An enormous beam had just fallen from above； it had crushed a dozen vagabonds on the pavement with the sound of a cannon， breaking in addition， legs here and there in the crowd of beggars， who sprang aside with cries of terror. In a twinkling， the narrow precincts of the church parvis were cleared. The locksmiths， although protected by the deep vaults of the portal， abandoned the door and Clopin himself retired to a respectful distance from the church.
"I had a narrow escape！" cried Jehan. "I felt the wind， of it， ~tête-de-boeuf~！ but Pierre the Slaughterer is slaughtered！"It is impossible to describe the astonishment mingled with fright which fell upon the ruffians in company with this beam.
They remained for several minutes with their eyes in the air， more dismayed by that piece of wood than by the king's twenty thousand archers.
"Satan！" muttered the Duke of Egypt， "this smacks of magic！""'Tis the moon which threw this log at us，" said Andry the Red.
"Call the moon the friend of the Virgin， after that！" went on Francois Chanteprune.
"A thousand popes！" exclaimed Clopin， "you are all fools！" But he did not know how to explain the fall of the beam.
Meanwhile， nothing could be distinguished on the fa？ade， to whose summit the light of the torches did not reach. The heavy beam lay in the middle of the enclosure， and groans were heard from the poor wretches who had received its first shock， and who had been almost cut in twain， on the angle of the stone steps.
The King of Thunes， his first amazement passed， finally found an explanation which appeared plausible to his companions.
"Throat of God！ are the canons defending themselves？ To the sack， then！ to the sack！""To the sack！" repeated the rabble， with a furious hurrah.
A discharge of crossbows and hackbuts against the front of the church followed.
At this detonation， the peaceable inhabitants of the surrounding houses woke up； many windows were seen to open， and nightcaps and hands holding candles appeared at the casements.
"Fire at the windows，" shouted Clopin. The windows were immediately closed， and the poor bourgeois， who had hardly had time to cast a frightened glance on this scene of gleams and tumult， returned， perspiring with fear to their wives， asking themselves whether the witches' sabbath was now being held in the parvis of Notre-Dame， or whether there was an assault of Burgundians， as in '64. Then the husbands thought of theft； the wives， of ****； and all trembled.
"To the sack！" repeated the thieves' crew； but they dared not approach. They stared at the beam， they stared at the church. The beam did not stir， the edifice preserved its calm and deserted air； but something chilled the outcasts.
"To work， locksmiths！" shouted Trouillefou. "Let the door be forced！"No one took a step.
"Beard and belly！" said Clopin， "here be men afraid of a beam."An old locksmith addressed him--
"Captain， 'tis not the beam which bothers us， 'tis the door， which is all covered with iron bars. Our pincers are powerless against it.""What more do you want to break it in？" demanded Clopin.
"Ah！ we ought to have a battering ram."
