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nd the courts of the Tournelle。 In this he was not mistaken； there was then no 〃Gazette des Tribunaux；〃 and as not a week passed which had not its counterfeiter to boil； or its witch to hang； or its heretic to burn； at some one of the innumerable justices of Paris； people were so accustomed to seeing in all the squares the ancient feudal Themis； bare armed； with sleeves stripped up； performing her duty at the gibbets； the ladders； and the pillories； that they hardly paid any heed to it。 Fashionable society of that day hardly knew the name of the victim who passed by at the corner of the street； and it was the populace at the most who regaled themselves with this coarse fare。 An execution was an habitual incident of the public highways； like the braising…pan of the baker or the slaughter…house of the knacker。 The executioner was only a sort of butcher of a little deeper dye than the rest。
Hence Phoebus's mind was soon at ease on the score of the enchantress Esmeralda； or Similar； as he called her； concerning the blow from the dagger of the Bohemian or of the surly monk （it mattered little which to him）； and as to the issue of the trial。 But as soon as his heart was vacant in that direction； Fleur…de…Lys returned to it。 Captain Phoebus's heart； like the physics of that day； abhorred a vacuum。
Queue…en…Brie was a very insipid place to stay at then； a village of farriers； and cow…girls with chapped hands； a long line of poor dwellings and thatched cottages； which borders the grand road on both sides for half a league； a tail （queue）； in short； as its name imports。
Fleur…de…Lys was his last passion but one； a pretty girl； a charming dowry； accordingly； one fine morning； quite cured； and assuming that； after the lapse of two months； the Bohemian affair must be completely finished and forgotten； the amorous cavalier arrived on a prancing horse at the door of the Gondelaurier mansion。
He paid no attention to a tolerably numerous rabble which had assembled in the Place du Parvis； before the portal of Notre…Dame； he remembered that it was the month of May； he supposed that it was some procession； some Pentecost； some festival； hitched his horse to the ring at the door； and gayly ascended the stairs to his beautiful betrothed。
She was alone with her mother。
The scene of the witch； her goat； her cursed alphabet； and Phoebus's long absences； still weighed on Fleur…de…Lys's heart。 Nevertheless； when she beheld her captain enter； she thought him so handsome； his doublet so new； his baldrick so shining； and his air so impassioned； that she blushed with pleasure。 The noble damsel herself was more charming than ever。 Her magnificent blond hair was plaited in a ravishing manner； she was dressed entirely in that sky blue which becomes fair people so well； a bit of coquetry which she had learned from Colombe； and her eyes were swimming in that languor of love which becomes them still better。
Phoebus； who had seen nothing in the line of beauty； since he left the village maids of Queue…en…Brie； was intoxicated with Fleur…de…Lys； which imparted to our officer so eager and gallant an air； that his peace was immediately made。 Madame de Gondelaurier herself； still maternally seated in her big arm… chair； had not the heart to scold him。 As for Fleur…de…Lys's reproaches； they expired in tender cooings。
The young girl was seated near the window still embroidering her grotto of Neptune。 The captain was leaning over the back of her chair； and she was addressing her caressing reproaches to him in a low voice。
〃What has become of you these two long months； wicked man？〃
〃I swear to you；〃 replied Phoebus； somewhat embarrassed by the question； 〃that you are beautiful enough to set an archbishop to dreaming。〃
She could not repress a smile。
〃Good； good； sir。 Let my beauty alone and answer my question。 A fine beauty； in sooth！〃
〃Well； my dear cousin； I was recalled to the garrison。
〃And where is that； if you please？ and why did not you come to say farewell？〃
〃At Queue…en…Brie。〃
Phoebus was delighted with the first question； which helped him to avoid the second。
〃But that is quite close by； monsieur。 Why did you not come to see me a single time？〃
Here Phoebus was rather seriously embarrassed。
〃Becausethe serviceand then； charming cousin； I have been ill。〃
〃Ill！〃 she repeated in alarm。
〃Yes； wounded！〃
〃Wounded！〃
She poor child was completely upset。
〃Oh！ do not be frightened at that；〃 said Phoebus； carelessly； 〃it was nothing。 A quarrel； a sword cut； what is that to you？〃
〃What is that to me？〃 exclaimed Fleur…de…Lys； raising her beautiful eyes filled with tears。 〃Oh！ you do not say what you think when you speak thus。 What sword cut was that？ I wish to know all。〃
〃Well； my dear fair one； I had a falling out with Mahè Fédy； you know？ the lieutenant of Saint…Germain…en…Laye； and we ripped open a few inches of skin for each other。 That is all。〃
The mendacious captain was perfectly well aware that an affair of honor always makes a man stand well in the eyes of a woman。 In fact； Fleur…de…Lys looked him full in the face； all agitated with fear； pleasure； and admiration。 Still； she was not completely reassured。
〃Provided that you are wholly cured； my Phoebus！〃 said she。 〃I do not know your Mahè Fédy； but he is a villanous man。 And whence arose this quarrel？〃
Here Phoebus； whose imagination was endowed with but mediocre power of creation； began to find himself in a quandary as to a means of extricating himself for his prowess。
〃Oh！ how do I know？a mere nothing； a horse； a remark！ Fair cousin；〃 he exclaimed； for the sake of changing the conversation； 〃what noise is this in the Cathedral Square？〃
He approached the window。
〃Oh！ ~Mon Dieu~； fair cousin； how many people there are on the Place！〃
〃I know not；〃 said Fleur…de…Lys； 〃it appears that a witch is to do penance this morning before the church； and thereafter to be hung。〃
The captain was so thoroughly persuaded that la Esmeralda's affair was concluded； that he was but little disturbed by Fleur… de…Lys's words。 Still； he asked her one or two questions。
〃What is the name of this witch？〃
〃I do not know；〃 she replied。
〃And what is she said to have done？〃
She shrugged her white shoulders。
〃I know not。〃
〃Oh； ~mon Dieu~ Jesus！〃 said her mother； 〃there are so many witches nowadays that I dare say they burn them without knowing their names。 One might as well seek the name of every cloud in the sky。 After all； one may be tranquil。 The good God keeps his register。〃 Here the venerable dame rose and came to the window。 〃Good Lord！ you are right； Phoebus；〃 said she。 〃The rabble is indeed great。 There are people on all the roofs； blessed be God！ Do you know； Phoebus； this reminds me of my best days。 The entrance of King Charles VII。； when； also； there were many people。 I no longer remember in what year that was。 When I speak of this to you； it produces upon you the effect；does it not？the effect of something very old； and upon me of something very young。 Oh！ the crowd was far finer than at the present day。 They even stood upon the machicolations of the Porte Sainte… Antoine。 The king had