The reader will, perhaps, recall the critical situation in which we left Quasimodo. The brave deaf man, assailed on all sides, had lost, if not all courage, at least all hope of saving, not himself (he was not thinking of himself), but the gypsy. He ran distractedly along the gallery. Notre-Dame was on the point of being taken by storm by the outcasts. All at once, a great galloping of horses filled the neighboring streets, and, with a long file of torches and a thick column of cavaliers, with free reins and lances in rest, these furious sounds debouched on the Place like a hurricane,--
       "France! France! cut down the louts! Ch鈚eaupers to the rescue! Provostship! Provostship!"
       The frightened vagabonds wheeled round.
       Quasimodo who did not hear, saw the naked swords, the torches, the irons of the pikes, all that cavalry, at the head of which he recognized Captain Phoebus; he beheld the confusion of the outcasts, the terror of some, the disturbance among the bravest of them, and from this unexpected succor he recovered so much strength, that he hurled from the church the first assailants who were already climbing into the gallery.
       It was, in fact, the king's troops who had arrived. The vagabonds behaved bravely. They defended themselves like desperate men. Caught on the flank, by the Rue Saint- Pierre-aux-Boeufs, and in the rear through the Rue du Parvis, driven to bay against Notre-Dame, which they still assailed and Quasimodo defended, at the same time besiegers and besieged, they were in the singular situation in which Comte Henri Harcourt, Taurinum obsessor idem et obsessus, as his epitaph says, found himself later on, at the famous siege of Turin, in 1640, between Prince Thomas of Savoy, whom he was besieging, and the Marquis de Leganez, who was blockading him.
       The battle was frightful. There was a dog's tooth for wolf's flesh, as P. Mathieu says. The king's cavaliers, in whose midst Phoebus de Ch鈚eaupers bore himself valiantly, gave no quarter, and the slash of the sword disposed of those who escaped the thrust of the lance. The outcasts, badly armed foamed and bit with rage. Men, women, children, hurled themselves on the cruppers and the breasts of the horses, and hung there like cats, with teeth, finger nails and toe nails. Others struck the archers' in the face with their torches. Others thrust iron hooks into the necks of the cavaliers and dragged them down. They slashed in pieces those who fell.
       One was noticed who had a large, glittering scythe, and who, for a long time, mowed the legs of the horses. He was frightful. He was singing a ditty, with a nasal intonation, he swung and drew back his scythe incessantly. At every blow he traced around him a great circle of severed limbs. He advanced thus into the very thickest of the cavalry, with the tranquil slowness, the lolling of the head and the regular breathing of a harvester attacking a field of wheat. It was Chopin Trouillefou. A shot from an arquebus laid him low.
       In the meantime, windows had been opened again. The neighbors hearing the war cries of the king's troops, had mingled in the affray, and bullets rained upon the outcasts from every story. The Parvis was filled with a thick smoke, which the musketry streaked with flame. Through it one could confusedly distinguish the front of Notre-Dame, and the decrepit H魌el-Dieu with some wan invalids gazing down from the heights of its roof all checkered with dormer windows.
       At length the vagabonds gave way. Weariness, the lack of good weapons, the fright of this surprise, the musketry from the windows, the valiant attack of the king's troops, all overwhelmed them. They forced the line of assailants, and fled in every direction, leaving the Parvis encumbered with dead.
       When Quasimodo, who had not ceased to fight for a moment, beheld this rout, he fell on his knees and raised his hands to heaven; then, intoxicated with joy, he ran, he ascended with the swiftness of a bird to that cell, the approaches to which he had so intrepidly defended. He had but one thought now; it was to kneel before her whom he had just saved for the second time.
       When he entered the cell, he found it empty.

Preface.
book first
   Chapter 1. The Grand Hall.
   Chapter II. Pierre Gringoire.
   Chapter III. Monsieur the Cardinal.
   Chapter IV. Master Jacques Coppenole.
   Chapter V. Quasimodo.
   Chapter VI. Esmeralda.
book second
   Chapter I. From Charybdis to Scylla.
   Chapter II. The Place de Greve.
   Chapter III. Kisses for Blows.
   Chapter IV. The Inconveniences of Following A Pretty Woman Through the Streets in the Evening.
   Chapter V. Result of the Dangers.
   Chapter VI. The Broken Jug.
   Chapter VII. A Bridal Night.
book third
   Chapter I. Notre-Dame.
   Chapter II. A Bird's-Eye View of Paris.
book fourth
   Chapter I. Good Souls.
   Chapter II. Claude Frollo.
   Chapter III. Immanis Pecoris Custos, Immanior Ipse.
   Chapter IV. The Dog and His Master.
   Chapter V. More About Claude Frollo.
   Chapter VI. Unpopularity.
book fifth
   Chapter I. Abbas Beati Martini.
   Chapter II. This Will Kill That.
book sixth
   Chapter I. An Impartial Glance at the Ancient Magistracy.
   Chapter II. The Rat-Hole.
   Chapter III. History of a Leavened Cake of Maize.
   Chapter IV. A Tear for a Drop of Water.
   Chapter V. End of the Story of the Cake.
book seventh
   Chapter I. The Danger of Confiding One's Secret to a Goat.
   Chapter II. A Priest and a Philosopher are Two Different Things.
   Chapter III. The Bells.
   Chapter IV. ANArKH.
   Chapter V. The Two Men Clothed in Black.
   Chapter VI. The Effect Which Seven Oaths in the Open Air can Produce.
   Chapter VII. The Mysterious Monk.
   Chapter VIII. The Utility of Windows Which Open on the River.
book eighth
   Chapter I. The Crown Changed into a Dry Leaf.
   Chapter II. Continuation of the Crown Which was Changed into a Dry Leaf.
   Chapter III. End of the CRown Which was Turned into a Dry Leaf.
   Chapter IV. Lasciate Ogni Speranza--Leave All Hope Behind, Ye Who Enter Here.
   Chapter V. The Mother.
   Chapter VI. Three Human Hearts Differently Constructed.
book ninth
   Chapter I. Delirium.
   Chapter II. Hunchbacked, One Eyed, Lame.
   Chapter III. Deaf.
   Chapter IV. Earthenware and Crystal.
   Chapter V. The Key to the Red Door.
   Chapter VI. Continuation of the Key to the Red Door.
book tenth
   Chapter I. Gringoire Has Many Good Ideas in Succession.--Rue des Bernardins.
   Chapter II. Turn Vagabond.
   Chapter III. Long Live Mirth.
   Chapter IV. An Awkward Friend.
   Chapter V. The Retreat in which Monsieur Louis of France Says His Prayers.
   Chapter VI. Little Sword in Pocket.
   Chapter VII. Chateaupers to the Rescue.
book eleventh
   Chapter I. The Little Shoe.
   Chapter II. The Beautiful Creature Clad in White. (Dante.)
   Chapter III. The Marriage of Phoebus.
   Chapter IV. The Marriage of Quasimodo.