TOWARDS evening on that day, when the bishop's judicial officers came to collect from the pavement of the Parvis the archdeacon's dislocated corpse, Quasimodo had disappeared from Notre-Dame.
Many rumours went round concerning this incident. There was no doubt in people's minds that the day had come when, in accordance with their pact, Quasimodo, that is the devil, was to carry off Claude Frollo, that is the sorcerer. It was supposed that he had shattered the body as he took the soul, as monkeys break the shell to eat the nut.
That is why the archdeacon was not interred in consecrated ground. Louis XI died the following year, in August 1483.
As for Pierre Gringoire, he managed to save the goat and had some success as a writer of tragedy. It seems that after trying a taste of astrology, philosophy, architecture, hermetics, all sorts of follies, he came back to tragedy, the greatest folly of all. That is what he called 'coming to a tragic end'. On the subject of his dramatic triumphs, this is what we read under 1483⋆ in the accounts of the ordinary: 'To Jehan Marchand and Pierre Gringoire, carpenter and composer, who made and composed the mystery performed at the Châtelet in Paris at the entry of Monsieur the Legate, ordering the characters, these being dressed and attired as was requisite for the said mystery, and likewise constructed the scaffolding which was necessary thereto; and for doing this, 100 livres.'
Phoebus de Châteaupers also came to a tragic end: he got married.