A TEAR FOR A DROP OF WATER.
These words were， so to speak， the point of union of two scenes， which had， up to that time， been developed in parallel lines at the same moment， each on its particular theatre； one， that which the reader has just perused， in the Rat-Hole；the other， which he is about to read， on the ladder of the pillory. The first had for witnesses only the three women with whom the reader has just made acquaintance； the second had for spectators all the public which we have seen above， collecting on the Place de Grève， around the pillory and the gibbet.
That crowd which the four sergeants posted at nine o'clock in the morning at the four corners of the pillory had inspired with the hope of some sort of an execution， no doubt， not a hanging， but a whipping， a cropping of ears， something， in short，--that crowd had increased so rapidly that the four policemen， too closely besieged， had had occasion to "press"it， as the expression then ran， more than once， by sound blows of their whips， and the haunches of their horses.
This populace， disciplined to waiting for public executions， did not manifest very much impatience. It amused itself with watching the pillory， a very ****** sort of monument， composed of a cube of masonry about six feet high and hollow in the interior. A very steep staircase， of unhewn stone， which was called by distinction "the ladder，" led to the upper platform， upon which was visible a horizontal wheel of solid oak. The victim was bound upon this wheel， on his knees， with his hands behind his back. A wooden shaft， which set in motion a capstan concealed in the interior of the little edifice， imparted a rotatory motion to the wheel， which always maintained its horizontal position， and in this manner presented the face of the condemned man to all quarters of the square in succession. This was what was called "turning"a criminal.
As the reader perceives， the pillory of the Grève was far from presenting all the recreations of the pillory of the Halles.
Nothing architectural， nothing monumental. No roof to the iron cross， no octagonal lantern， no frail， slender columns spreading out on the edge of the roof into capitals of acanthus leaves and flowers， no waterspouts of chimeras and monsters， on carved woodwork， no fine sculpture， deeply sunk in the stone.
They were forced to content themselves with those four stretches of rubble work， backed with sandstone， and a wretched stone gibbet， meagre and bare， on one side.
The entertainment would have been but a poor one for lovers of Gothic architecture. It is true that nothing was ever less curious on the score of architecture than the worthy gapers of the Middle Ages， and that they cared very little for the beauty of a pillory.
The victim finally arrived， bound to the tail of a cart， and when he had been hoisted upon the platform， where he could be seen from all points of the Place， bound with cords and straps upon the wheel of the pillory， a prodigious hoot， mingled with laughter and acclamations， burst forth upon the Place. They had recognized Quasimodo.
It was he， in fact. The change was singular. Pilloried on the very place where， on the day before， he had been saluted， acclaimed， and proclaimed Pope and Prince of Fools， in the cortege of the Duke of Egypt， the King of Thunes， and the Emperor of Galilee！ One thing is certain， and that is， that there was not a soul in the crowd， not even himself， though in turn triumphant and the sufferer， who set forth this combination clearly in his thought. Gringoire and his philosophy were missing at this spectacle.
Soon Michel Noiret， sworn trumpeter to the king， our lord， imposed silence on the louts， and proclaimed the sentence， in accordance with the order and command of monsieur the provost.
Then he withdrew behind the cart， with his men in livery surcoats.
Quasimodo， impassible， did not wince. All resistance had been rendered impossible to him by what was then called， in the style of the criminal chancellery， "the vehemence and firmness of the bonds" which means that the thongs and chains probably cut into his flesh； moreover， it is a tradition of jail and wardens， which has not been lost， and which the handcuffs still preciously preserve among us， a civilized， gentle， humane people (the galleys and the guillotine in parentheses).
He had allowed himself to be led， pushed， carried， lifted， bound， and bound again. Nothing was to be seen upon his countenance but the astonishment of a savage or an idiot.
He was known to be deaf； one might have pronounced him to be blind.
They placed him on his knees on the circular plank； he made no resistance. They removed his shirt and doublet as far as his girdle； he allowed them to have their way. They entangled him under a fresh system of thongs and buckles；he allowed them to bind and buckle him. Only from time to time he snorted noisily， like a calf whose head is hanging and bumping over the edge of a butcher's cart.
"The dolt，" said Jehan Frollo of the Mill， to his friend Robin Poussepain (for the two students had followed the culprit， as was to have been expected)， "he understands no more than a cockchafer shut up in a box！"There was wild laughter among the crowd when they beheld Quasimodo's hump， his camel's breast， his callous and hairy shoulders laid bare. During this gayety， a man in the livery of the city， short of stature and robust of mien， mounted the platform and placed himself near the victim. His name speedily circulated among the spectators. It was Master Pierrat Torterue， official torturer to the Chatelet.
He began by depositing on an angle of the pillory a black hour-glass， the upper lobe of which was filled with red sand， which it allowed to glide into the lower receptacle； then he removed his parti-colored surtout， and there became visible， suspended from his right hand， a thin and tapering whip of long， white， shining， knotted， plaited thongs， armed with metal nails. With his left hand， he negligently folded back his shirt around his right arm， to the very armpit.
