348 years, six months and nineteen days from today, the old city of Paris. In the three walls of the University Town and the New Town, a group of bells rang loudly early in the morning, waking up the entire city's residents.
However, January 6, 1482, is not a memorable day in history. Make the bells ring early in the morning. The matter of all the people moving together is also insignificant and not enough to be remembered. It was neither the Picards nor the Burgundians who came to attack the city, nor was it the procession carrying the reliquary, nor was it the students of the Vineyard of Laas who rose up in rebellion, nor was it what we call the "Incomparable Majesty." His Majesty the King's "entry into the city" was not even the eye-catching hanging of male and female pickpockets in the Place de Justice in Paris, nor was it the sudden arrival of some foreign envoy wearing strange clothes and a feathered crown, as was common in the fifteenth century. The last of these troops, the Flemish Envoys, had arrived in Paris less than two days ago. They had come to conclude the marriage contract between the Crown Prince of France and Princess Marguerite of Flemish. This troubled the Cardinal of Bourbon, but in order to please the king, he had no choice but to make a noise with this group. The rustic mayors of Flanders welcomed them with smiles and entertained them in his Bourbon mansion to watch "many wonderful allegorical plays, silly plays and farces." Unexpectedly, all the gorgeous curtains at the entrance of the mansion were soaked by a heavy downpour.
On January 6th, like John. Virtue. What Trois said, "what excited the people of Paris" was that this day coincided with two grand festivals from ancient times, namely Epiphany and Madman's Day.
On this day, it is customary to set off fireworks on the river beach, plant a May tree in the Braque chapel, and perform a miracle play in the Palace of Justice. Lord Fuyin was wearing a gorgeous purple-red camel hair cloth shirt with two large white crosses on the chest. The night before, he was blowing the trumpet and shouting at the cross street.
Early in the morning, the doors of homes and shops were closed, and groups of citizens, men and women, flocked to the three designated locations from all directions. Everyone already has a score in their mind. Some go to watch the fireworks, some go to watch the planting of May trees, and some go to watch the miracle drama. But the real praise was given to the age-old knowledge of the Parisian leisure crowd, the vast majority of which went to see the fireworks, because it was in season, or to see the miracle play, because it was at the Palais de Justice. There was a performance in the hall, which had a tight roof and closed doors and windows on all sides; but the spectators were unwilling to look at the May tree. That poor May tree had few flowers, even in January. Under the cold sky, a lonely person shivered on the churchyard of Braque chapel.
The people knew that the envoys from Flemish who arrived in Paris the day before yesterday were also coming to watch the performance of the miracle play. They also watched the election of the Mad Pope to be held in the same hall. , so crowds mainly poured into the streets leading to the Palace of Justice.
The hall of the Palace of Justice was known as the unparalleled hall in the world at the time (admittedly, Sauval had not measured the hall of Montaji Castle at that time), but it was not easy to squeeze in on this day. . Looking down, I saw the Palace of Justice Square filled with people, like a turbulent sea, leading to the square. Each of the six streets is like a river mouth, with a surge of people pouring out every moment. The square is shaped like a jagged piece of water, and here and there around it are protruding corners like promontories, which are impacted by waves of ever-expanding waves of people. There is a tall staircase in the center of the magnificent Gothic facade of the Palace of Justice, through which two streams of people are constantly passing. This is because, after the flow of people dispersed at the bottom of the central steps, they spread to the slopes on both sides with the force of rolling waves. In this way, I said, the big steps are like water, constantly pouring into the square, like a waterfall pouring into the lake. Shouts, laughter, and the stamping of countless people merged into a huge sound, a huge noise. From time to time, this sound, this noise, turns back with the flow of people. Chaos or spin, increasingly deafening. This is because an archer from the government office is pushing people, or a head catcher is riding a horse and riding rampant, trying desperately to maintain order. This amazing tradition was passed from the government office to the commander-in-chief's office, from the commander-in-chief's office to the Mounted Police, and then from the Mounted Police to today's Paris Police Corps.
At the door of every house, on the windows, on the skylights, on the roofs, thousands of citizens' faces are densely gathered. They are cheerful, peaceful and simple, staring at the Palace of Justice and the noisy crowd. We were satisfied, for to this day many people in Paris were happy to watch those spectators, and what was more interesting to us was what was going on behind a wall of people.
If those of us who lived in 1830 imagined that we were among these fifteenth-century Parisians, being pulled, bumped, and stumbled along with them, Squeezing into the vast hall of the Palace of Justice, which seemed so small on January 6, 1482, the scene in front of us will not feel boring or unattractive. On the contrary, everything around us is so It's so ancient, but it feels so fresh.
If the judge agrees, we might as well try our best to use our brains and imagine that the judge is wearing a short jacket with us. Half shirt. The noisy crowd in short coats is what you will feel when you step into the hall. First, tinnitus and dizziness. Above our heads is the pointed double-vaulted roof, with carved wooden veneer, painted in sky blue and decorated with golden fleur-de-lys patterns; the black and white marble floor is under our feet.
There is a tall pillar a few steps away, one after another, and then another; seven large pillars stand in the depth of the hall, supporting the keystone of the double-vaulted roof that falls in the middle of the horizontal direction. The first four pillars of several shops gleamed with sheets of glass and tinsel; beside the last three pillars stood a few oaken benches, worn and polished by the shorts of litigants and the robes of attorneys. . Around the hall, along the high and thick walls, between the doors, between the windows, and between the columns, there is a long row of statues of the French kings from Pharamond on down; The faint king has his eyes lowered; the wise king holds his head and chest high, his hands are raised high, pointing straight to the sky. Also, the long pointed windows are filled with grotesque stained glass; the large hall exits are all decorated with richly carved doors. And all of them, the arches, the big columns, the walls, the window frames, the wall panels, the door leaves, the statues, from top to bottom, the eyes are filled with azure and gold, colorful and radiant; when we see it today, the color is already a little bit. Appearing dim, Germany in 1549 AD. According to legend, Puller was still praising it. In fact, it was almost buried in dust and cobwebs and had lost its former glory.
Let’s imagine this: this wide rectangular hall, dimly lit on a certain day in January, was filled with a large group of people, colorfully dressed and noisy, wandering along the walls and around seven poles. Dazhu was wandering around, and thinking about it, he had a vague impression of the whole scene. Let’s talk about some interesting details more precisely.
There is no doubt that Lavoiaac assassinated Henry IV, so that the files of Lavoiaac's case were stored in the archives of the Palace of Justice, and that his accomplices deliberately planned to destroy him. The files in this case were destroyed; therefore, the arsonist had no other choice but to set fire to the archives in order to burn the files. All in all, there would be the fire of 1618. If that were not the case, the ancient Palace of Justice and its ancient halls would still be standing as before, and I can also tell the readers: Go and see it for yourself! So neither of us needs to bother ourselves: I won't have to describe it truthfully, and you won't have to read it. -Such a new truth has been proven: all major events must have incalculable consequences.
But this may be true: first, Lavoiaac had no co-conspirators; second, even if he had, his conspirators may have had nothing to do with the 1618 fire. In this way, there are two other explanations for the cause of the fire, both of which are reasonable. The first explanation is that a great blazing star, a foot wide and a cubit high, as we all know, fell from the sky after midnight on March 7th, and happened to land in the Palace of Justice. The second explanation is found in four lines of Theofer's poem:
True, it is a tragic game,
Lady Justice is in Paris,
Eating too much spices
burned the palace to the ground.
This is from politics in 1618 and the fire of the Palace of Justice. Natural. Three Interpretations of Poetry from Three Perspectives Regardless of what one may think about it, fire is unfortunately a very real fact. Due to this disaster and the continuous construction that survived, there is not much left today. There is not much left of this earliest royal palace in France. This palace, which can be called the eldest brother of the Louvre, is already very old in the time of Philip the Beautiful. Some people even go inside to find what King Robert built. Remains of those splendid buildings described by Ekadis. Almost everything is gone. Think back to the time when the Privy Council got married at Saint-Louis Courtyard, where is the bridal chamber now? He heard cases in the Royal Garden, "wearing a feather gauze short coat, a sleeveless duffle coat, a cloak, and black slippers on his feet, lying on the carpet with Jeanville." Where is the Royal Garden today? Where is Emperor Sigismund's chamber now? What about Charles IV's? What about King John without a fief? Charles VI stood on the staircase to issue the amnesty. Where is that staircase now? Marcel kills Robert in front of the prince. Virtue. Clermont and Marshal Champagne, where is the slate at the scene now? The bull that abolished the false Pope Benedick was announced through a small door. His messengers, who were disfigured, wearing cassocks and mitres, also went out to parade through the streets of Paris through this small door. In the alley, I apologized and confessed to the people. Where is this small door now? And that hall, with its splendid decorations, pointed arch windows, statues, large columns, and broad vaults carved with block patterns, where are all these now? And what about the golden bedroom? The gatekeeper lion is like the lion in front of Solomon's throne. It has its head drooped and its tail between its legs, showing the humility of violence in the face of justice. Where is this stone lion? And what about those gorgeous doors? What about the colorful stained glass windows? And what about the engraved metal covering on the door that Bisconette was intimidated by? And virtue. What about the exquisite woodware made in Angxita? ... As time goes by and personnel change, what have become of these rare treasures? What did they give us in place of all this, in place of all Gallic history, in place of all Gothic art? What replaces art is nothing but virtue. The heavy, rounded dome of Monsieur Pross, the stupid building like the Porte Saint-Gervais; as for history, we hear many endless reminiscences of thick pillars, and the nagging voices of Bartrus and others are still there. It's ringing to this day.
This is very common. Let’s get back to the subject, let’s go back and talk about the well-deserved hall of this well-deserved ancient palace of justice.
This building is in the shape of a parallelogram. The extremely spacious hall has the famous marble table at one end. It is long, wide and thick. According to ancient books, such a large marble has never been seen in the world. Such a statement will make Gargantia salivate. ; The other end is the chapel. Louis XI once asked someone to carve a statue of himself kneeling in front of the Virgin in the church. He also regarded Charlemagne and Saint Louis as the kings of France, who had received the utmost trust from heaven. The statues of saints were moved into the chapel, ignoring the two empty wall recesses left in the long row of statues of kings in the hall. This chapel was built almost six years ago. It is still brand new. It has elegant architecture, wonderful carvings, exquisite carvings, and everything is extremely charming. This style is characteristic of the late Gote era in our country and lasted until the mid-16th century. , embodying various fantasies like the wonderland of the Renaissance era. The small hollowed-out rose petal round window on the lintel of the chapel is slender and elegant. It can be called a masterpiece, like a star made of lace.
In the middle of the hall, there is a stand covered with golden brocade, facing the door, with its back against the wall, and using a window in the corridor of the golden bedroom to create a special entrance. This stand was specially erected for the Flemish envoys and other dignitaries who were invited to watch the miracle play.
According to custom, the marble tabletop there is used for performing miracle plays. The table was set up early in the morning. The thick tabletop has been scratched by the heels of the secretaries of the Palace of Justice over time. Now a rather high wooden cage has been erected, and the upper panel can be seen from the entire hall. When the time comes, it will as a stage. The cage is surrounded by a curtain, and inside is the dressing room for the characters in the play. Outside, there is a ladder clearly connecting the stage and the dressing room. Actors climb up and down the sturdy ladder to enter and exit. Randomly assigned characters, mechanical settings, and sudden changes in the plot are all arranged to enter the stage from this ladder. This is a new baby born from the combination of dramatic art and stage installations. How innocent and respectable!
The four constables of the Palace of Justice, who had to guard the people enjoying themselves on festivals or execution days, were standing at the four corners of the marble table.
The performance will not start until the big clock of the Palace of Justice strikes twelve noon. It's probably too late for acting, but I have to take care of the envoys' time.
However, many spectators have been waiting since early in the morning. Many of these spectators who love to watch the excitement have been waiting in front of the main steps of the Palace of Justice since dawn, shivering from the cold; some even said that they had leaned in the middle of the door in order to get in first when it opened. The body stayed up all night. The crowd was growing every moment, like water rising above the water level, beginning to rise along the walls, rising around the pillars, and reaching the tops of the pillars. Cornice board. windowsill. All protruding parts of buildings and all raised parts of sculptures. However, the masses felt uncomfortable, impatient, and bored, not to mention that they could go their own way and do whatever they wanted all day long. If someone bumped the tip of their elbow or stepped on them with a nailed shoe, they would easily get angry. They were exhausted from waiting, all of which made the crowd very dissatisfied, not to mention that they were imprisoned here, bumping into each other, being squeezed and pressed, and almost suffocating, so they did not wait until the scheduled time for the envoys to arrive. The clamor of the crowd had long since become bitter and bitter. Only complaints and curses were heard, and Flanders was driven away. Mr. Fu Yin. Cardinal Bourbon. Official of the Palace of Justice. Princess Margaret of Austria. The catcher holding the baton. It's cold. It's hot. It's windy and rainy. Bishop of Paris. Mad Pope. Pillar. statue. This closed door. That open window, in short, cursed everything. The scattered crowds of students and servants stirred up the dissatisfied crowd, adding fuel to the fire and arousing the general bad mood.
There was another group of troublemakers, who first broke a glass window and got in, then boldly climbed up to sit on the top of the pillar, looking down from a high position, looking around, mocking the people in the hall inside, and teasing the people in the square outside. crowd. Looking at their antics, listening to their loud laughter, and the shouts of fun with their companions at both ends of the hall, you can immediately tell that these young students are not as bored and tired as the rest of the audience. In order to have fun, he cleverly finds good dramas from the current situation to pass the time and patiently waits for another drama to be staged.
"I swear, it's you, John Frollo de Morandino!" one of them shouted, "you are called John of the Mill, and you are truly worthy of your name. Your limbs look like four The wind wings only rotate in the wind. -How long have you been here? "The one called the mill is a little kid with golden hair, a beautiful face, and a mischievous expression, sitting on a leaf board with an arched head.
"God bless, it's been more than four hours!" John. Frollo replied, "I hope that in the future I will go to hell, and these four hours can be counted as my purification time in purgatory." The eight choir boys of the King of Sicily sang the seven o'clock mass in the Holy Chapel, I caught up and listened to the first verse. "
"That's a famous choir," the one continued, "the voice is sharper than the hats on their heads! Before you celebrate Mass, you should also inquire. Monsignor St. John may not like to hear Latin hymns sung with a Proven?al accent.
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"Didn't the king get this name just to hire the damn choir of the King of Sicily? "An old woman in the crowd under the window shouted sharply, "Let me ask everyone, one mass costs one thousand Parisian livres! This amount was paid out of the Paris market seafood contract tax! "
"Shut up! Old woman. "There was a serious fat man standing next to the fish seller. He covered his nose and took over the conversation and said, "What if we don't hold a mass? You don't want the king to be in trouble anymore, right? "
"Well said, Jill. Mr. Leconi, you are a big boss who specializes in supplying furs to make furs for the king! "The little student who climbed on the bracket shouted.
The unfortunate name of the poor fur trader made all the students laugh loudly.
"Leconi! Jill. Leconi! "Some people shouted.
"One with horns and bristles! "Another person shouted next.
"Hey! "The little naughty guy on the top of the pillar still refused to give up. "What's so funny about the surname Leconi? Dear Jill. Leconi is John, the steward of the royal family. The brother of Duke Leconi, Maiai, the chief forest guard of Fanshan Forest Park. The sons of Duke Lecorni are all citizens of Paris. From father to son, which one is not married? "
Everyone was even more happy when they heard this. The fat fur trader ignored them and tried his best to avoid the glances directed at him from all directions; even though he was sweating from the crowd and out of breath, But it was all in vain: it was like a wedge was stuck deep in the wood, and the harder he tried, the tighter it got. As he struggled, his brain became tighter and stretched between the shoulders of the people next to him. He was angry and annoyed, and his big face was full of blood. He turned purple.
At last one of the men came out to save him. He was fat and short, and he was as respectable as the fur trader.
"Sin, sin. ! Some students are so disrespectful to a citizen! I think back then, if a student dared to be so disrespectful, he would be beaten with firewood sticks and then burned alive with firewood sticks. "
Those students were furious.
"Hoo la la! Which unlucky male cat is singing a high note? "
"Hey, I recognize him, he is Andre. Musenier's husband. "Someone said.
"He is the bookseller who took the oath in college. "Another person interjected.
"In our grocery store, everything is divided into four: four school districts, four colleges, four festivals, four academic administration, four elected directors, Four booksellers. "Another person said.
"Then, all this should be overturned! "John Frollo continued.
"Musenière, we will burn all your books! "
"Musenière, we are going to beat up all your lackeys! "
"Musenière, let us give your wife a good rub! "
"My chubby and cute sister Udade! "
"More delicate than the little widow. Coquettish! "
"You all go to hell! "Andri, Musenier muttered.
"Andri, husband, stop farting, or watch me fall and hit you on the head. "John, who had been hanging on the top of the pillar, took over and said.
Andre's husband raised his eyes and looked at it for a while, as if he was assessing how high the pillar was, how heavy the ghost was, and then silently calculated the impact.
John became the master of this battlefield and pursued the victory:
"Although I am the younger brother of the archdeacon, I still have to do this. "
"Noble gentlemen, students of the school! On days like today, we lose the respect we deserve! Apart from anything else, take a look, there are may trees and fireworks in the new city, and there are miracle plays in the old city. The mad pope and the envoy of Flemish, but what is there in our university town! "
"But our Mobel Square is big enough! "A student lying on the window sill shouted.
"Down with the student director! Down with the electors! Down with academic politics! "John shouted loudly.
"Let's use Andri's husband's book to set off fireworks in Gaia Square tonight! "The other shouted.
"Burn Xuelu's desk! "The person next to me added.
"Burn the sticks in the prison! "
"Burn the senior's spittoon! "
"Burn the academic cabinet! "
"Burn the director's bread box! "
"There is also a small bench for the academic director! "
"Down! "Little John shouted in agreement, "Down with Andre's husband! Down with the Prison Hall and the Academy! Down with the theologians. Physicians and scribes! Down with academic politics. Defeat them with elected directors and academic directors! "
"The end of the world is here! "Andri's husband muttered, plugging his ears.
"Oh! The academic director is here! Walking across the square. "Someone shouted suddenly from the window sill.
Everyone scrambled to turn their heads and look towards the square.
"Is it really our respectable student director Thibaut? "Windmill John. Frollo asked, because he was blocked by a pillar inside and couldn't see the outside situation.
"Yes, yes, it's him, that's him: Lord Thibaut, the Academic Director ! "
As expected, the academic directors and all the academic officers lined up to greet the delegation and were currently passing through the Palace of Justice Square.
The students crowded in front of the window welcomed them with sarcastic remarks, applause and applause. The student director who was walking at the front was first met with a wave of abuse, which was very fierce.
"Hello, Mr. Xuedong! Ho-la-hey! That's polite, hello!"
"What is this old gambler doing here?" Is he willing to give up the dice?"
"Look at the way he is trotting on a mule! The mule's ears are not as long as his!"
"Ho-la-hey! Hello, Mr. Thibault! Gambler Thibault! Old fool! Big gambler!"
"God bless you! Did you win a lot last night?"< /p>
"Well! Look at his old face, livid, thin, and haggard. It's all because he loves gambling and is good at throwing dice!"
"The reason for throwing dice Bo, you turn your back to the university town and run to the new town. Where are you going? "Of course you want to go to Thibotoday Street to get a room and have fun!" Windmill John shouted.
When everyone heard this, they applauded vigorously and repeated this playful pun like thunder.
"Mr. Academic Director, a gambler in the Devil's Gambit, you went to Thibotodai Street to get a room to live your life, right?"
Other academic officers were scolded .
"Down with the jail! Down with the staff!"
"Tell me, Robin Puspan, who is that person?"
"Gibert de Suy, Guibert de Suy, academic affairs at the College of Otan."
"Give you one of my shoes: your position is more convenient than mine, take it Throw it in his face. "
"I'll give you a try tonight!"
"Down with the six theologians and their white robes!" /p>
"Are those people theologians? I originally thought they were the six big white geese given to the fief of Rouniy by Saint-Gerrieviève of Paris!"
"Down with the doctor ! "
"Down with the endless nonsense of doctrinal arguments and theological debates!"
"Here you go, the academic administration of Sainte-Genevieve! ! You acted for your own good, and I suffered a great loss - for real! He took my position and gave it to little Ascanio, just because he was Italian and from Bourges. Save it."
"It's so unfair!" the students shouted in unison. "Down with the academic administration of Sainte-Gériviève!"
"Ho-hey! Husband of Aschan de Radeaux! Ho-hey! Louis Daure! Ho-hey! Louis! . Daul! Hey! Rambert. "
"Let the school administration of the German School be strangled by the devil! Those priests in the church and their gray fur shawls; gray fur shawls! "
"And let the devil strangle those who wear gray fur cassocks!"
"Oh - La-hey! All beautiful black cloaks! All beautiful red cloaks! "
"Like a Venetian prince going to sea. Wedding! "
"Look, John! Those are not the priests of Sainte-Genevieve! "
"Go to hell, all priests!" >
"Abbott Claude Chaua! Dr. Claude Chaua! Are you looking for that bitch Marie Giffard?"
"She is here Rue Gratini."
"She is making the bed for you, the lecherous king."
"She wants four deniers."
"A swarm of bees is coming."
"Do you want her to sell it in front of you?"
"Academicians! Picardie's chosen Dong Simon. Sanggan's husband Here he comes, the one on the mule's butt. "
"Behind the horseman sits the black worry." "Don't be afraid, husband Simon!"
"Good morning, choose Mr. Dong!"
"Good evening, choose Mrs. Dong!"
"All this makes them very happy!" Mill sighed John, who had been perched high on the leaves of the vault.
At this moment, Andre, a sworn bookseller in the university town. Muse Nier's husband leaned forward and pressed against the royal fur trader Gill. Leconi's husband whispered in his ear:
"Sir, I tell you, this is the end of the world. I have never seen such deviant behavior among students. These are all the damn inventions of this century. Destroyed everything, the cannons, the cannons, the mortars, and especially printing, another plague from Germany! No more manuscripts, no more books! Printing is ruined. The end of the world is here!"
"I can see this from the increasing development of velvet," the furrier replied.
At this moment, twelve o'clock at noon arrived.
"Ha!..." The whole crowd shouted in unison. The students also fell silent. Then there was a fierce commotion, a flurry of moving feet and shaking heads, an explosion of coughing and nose blowing; everyone tried to seize a good spot, stood on tiptoes, and gathered in groups; then there was silence; everyone craned their necks. , opened his mouth, all eyes were directed towards the marble table.
It was still empty. Only the four agents of the pian were standing there on the stage, their bodies upright and motionless, like four painted statues. Everyone's attention turned to the stand reserved for Ambassador Flemish. The door to the stands was still closed, and there was no one on the stage. This crowd has been eagerly waiting for three things since early morning: noon. The Flemish Mission and the Miracle Play. Just come on time at noon.
It’s unbearable.
One minute. Two minutes, three minutes, five minutes. A quarter of an hour passed, but there was still no movement. There was still no one in the stands, and the stage was still silent. At this time, anger followed with impatience, and explosive words spread among the crowd, of course the voice was still low. "Sacred drama! Miraculous drama!" Everyone murmured in a low voice, their minds gradually heating up, and a storm, although still just roaring gently, shook the crowd. John of the Mill took the lead in agitating.
"Sacred drama! Go to hell with the Flemish people!" he roared with all his strength, twisting around the capital like a snake.
The audience clapped together and shouted:
"A miracle play! Die to Flanders!"
"Play a miracle for us immediately Otherwise, we will perform a comedy and allegorical drama in the hope of hanging the magistrate of the Palace of Justice." Windmill added.
"Excellent!" the people roared. "Then hang some of his captors first."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers. The four poor fellows looked pale and looked at each other. The crowd rushed toward them, separated by a weak wooden railing. Seeing that the fence was twisting and bending under the crowd's squeeze, it was about to break through.
The situation is really critical.
"Smash it! Smash it!" shouted from all directions.
At this moment, the curtain of the dressing room described earlier was opened, and a person came out. When everyone saw it, they suddenly stopped, as if under magic, and their anger suddenly turned into curious.
"Silence! Silence!"
This man walked forward with fear and trembling, and the more he walked forward, the more he seemed to be groveling, and so he walked to the edge of the marble table.
It gradually calmed down, and only slight noises came from the quiet crowd.
"Gentlemen of the citizens," said the man, "ladies of the citizens, we shall have the great honor of reciting and performing in the presence of His Excellency the Cardinal a very wonderful allegorical play called " "The Just Judgment of the Virgin Mary". Your Excellency is now accompanying the distinguished envoys sent by the Archduke of Austria to listen to the speech of the Chancellor of the University at the Baudel Gate, and is waiting for the arrival of the distinguished Cardinal. Let's start the show."
Without any other method, Jupiter's words really saved the lives of the four unlucky criminals. Even though we are privileged to have conceived such a true story and therefore to bear responsibility before the Holy Mother of Criticisms, one might on such occasions invoke the ancient maxim "Gods do not interfere": not to cause trouble Ours. Moreover, Master Jupiter's costumes were so gorgeous that they attracted the attention of the audience and played a certain role in calming the audience's emotions. Jupiter wore chain mail, a coat with large golden buttons, and a pointed helmet with gilded silver buttons; if it weren't for the rouge on his face and the thick beard that each covered half of his face, if it weren't for the fact that his hands The one is covered with metal ornaments. A golden cardboard cylinder covered with burrs and strips of gold leaf - anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that it represents a thunderbolt. If his bare feet were not decorated with ribbons in the Greek manner, then his majestic attire would really be the same as the thunderbolt. The archers of Brittany in the Duke of Li's Praetorian Guard were compared to each other.