【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

I lived a full life in the palace. Gringoire insisted on reading love poems to my sister every day before leaving. He was a playwright in the army. My sister was deeply moved and her attitude towards him was much better.

Quasimodo practices martial arts with his brother and John every day. They are warriors who charge with swords on the battlefield. Quasimodo is very talented in martial arts. Na always brought water and food for them, no one thought anyone looked strange, and everyone got along very well.

I served the princess in the palace during the day, and when I was free, I would go to the market, take my mother to bathe, have lunch with my relatives, and return to Notre Dame at night and Claude secretly helped Gringoire print poetry collections day and night, but Instead of using printing presses, we used movable type printing from ancient China, which was easy to store and would not be discovered. We lived a dull and sweet married life.

It was the day when Claude was leaving, and I waited early at the gate of Fontainebleau Palace. Claude will come to court this morning to discuss matters, and the army will leave after that.

On the day he left, I chased his horse, ran far, far, to the end of the world, to the place where he was about to go, the horizon where the sun rose, after the last ray of light was also released, I begged Claude to give me a kiss, I chased him, he lowered his waist, a kiss hotter than a soldering iron, but he couldn't carry me on the horse and walk on the road again.

I waved with tears and fell on the dirt road, but he didn't look back this time.

I didn't know that Claude, who was riding the horse, had already burst into tears.

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He has been away for more than a month, and I passed by the familiar window countless times, but he never came again. The morning sun shines through the small window, casting light on the floating dust, dusty experimental equipment, golden hourglass, and That white veil.

Pigeons fell all over the window sills and those big swaying clocks.

This month seemed as long as I waited for a century. I wrote to them and to Claude, but I never received a reply, but I never gave up. I heard that the war has slowed down recently. Sending my thoughts to Claude this afternoon without incident——

"To: Dear Claude Frollo

My dear husband, let me call you that, I think of you like the waves of the Seine when a breeze caresses them, and they don't stop.This letter is not only my first love letter to you, but also our family letter.

Today's sunset is very calm, just like my mood at the moment, I spent afternoon tea with the princess in the Royal Garden, settled her for a nap, and I went to Princess Margaret's private library to read, guess what I found!—— A [-]th-century book by Giovanni Boccaccio, "The Decameron", bilingual in Hebrew and Latin, is also a precious English court teacher's manuscript, printed with the royal seal.

I remember that you were very curious about this book, but you always regretted that it was forbidden to priests by the church because of its irony.So I decided to read it carefully. If I can go out of the palace to visit relatives one day, I can retell it to you in person. It is a collection of segmented short stories. There are a total of one hundred stories in ten days. I really hope that I can spend ten days with you. A honeymoon is a luxury for me now, and I miss you while reading a book in the sunset.

After we got married that day, I was looking forward to spending a lifetime with you, but various difficulties separated us as newlyweds. You served in the emperor's court, while I was busy in the harem.

I always get up very early recently, before the white marks of the stars in the sky have disappeared, I lie on the neat gold-plated thorn rose window sill of the palace, listening to the crackling sound of the bedroom stove, looking in the direction of the Sizheng Hall, Trying to look at your invisible black figure, I counted and waited for the sun to rise in the sky, and I began to miss you every day. From then on, there was a sweet and heavy feeling in my heart care.

The closest I was to you was that time, the morning you left, you reported the affairs of the Holy See as usual, and the princess wanted to take us to the countryside to ride horses and hunt, so I went to inform the prince, do you remember, we Looking at each other from a distance, I kiss you!It was my big surprise that day!Watching your bay red horse leave, my tears rolled in my eyes.

I really want to rush to you desperately and give you a big hug, but I can only hold back and control my strong love for you.

That day, you smiled at me so warmly that it warmed every cold spring I spent in the palace. I don’t know if my smile can also bring you some comfort.

My portraiture has improved by leaps and bounds lately and it doesn't bother me as much as it did when we were at Notre Dame, which was a really good time.

However, I am still as you remember me, I often climb trees and climb walls, mischievous, the nuns and nuns are miserable about this, and I have been punished many times for etiquette training of walking on a plate, it seems to me As far as it is concerned, it will take a long time to adapt to court life.

How are you doing recently? Don’t always stay up all night studying, your tasks are too heavy, I always worry that your body will not be able to bear it, this is my biggest concern.

I always think of you. If I really have lovesickness, I think I am already terminally ill. Counting the day when the princess is about to go to Notre Dame for her wedding, I can finally see you again, even if only once, I was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep, and wanting to see you has become my motivation to live every day!

In the dark night, the stars in the sky accompany me, and I stare at a few light clouds drifting past in the night from time to time.I'm always on time to turn on the dim light and rustle in the Royal Library, as we did at Notre-Dame, in that little room in the belfry, where I read with you.Imagine you are still by my side, the night with you, the stars are brighter, and the moonlight is gentle.

At that time, although I was worried about my life every day, afraid that I would not be able to accompany you any longer, the fear of leaving you was far greater than my fear of death.But even the short-term happiness still makes me feel that the years are quiet and good.Obviously I am lucky now, God have mercy on us, I am still alive, and you and I can walk through the long years hand in hand, thinking of this, I am full of passion and strength.

In the paradise on earth, there are many types of men and many types of love.But for me, you are always the most special one, so special that I can never let you go, so special that I can never see others when I see your figure, so special that as long as you are alone, it is enough to enrich my life lifetime.

My world used to be barren, but I suddenly met you. Since then, this world has been full of flowers and colors.You once told me that the saddest and most regrettable thing in your life is not being able to meet me in your best years... But I want to tell you that I am very lucky to meet someone like you in my best years Such a person, as long as you are by my side, it is a good time for me, no matter how short or long it is, I will cherish it, we will always be young, and tears will always be in our eyes.

Because I found out that there are people like you in the world, I fell in love with this terrible world, made me look forward to life, and made me feel nostalgic for life.

Alas, Claude, love makes me a little sentimental, and there are still many things I want to say to you, but I still want to save those boring love words until the princess gets married, and I will tell you when I see you with my own eyes .

The paper is short and the love is long, I love you, kiss you, and enclose the envelope I drew for you, a miniature photo of the two of us, I asked a jeweler to frame it, made it into a pendant and gave it to you, I wish you well , looking forward to your precious reply.

Also, the dense water droplets on the paper are actually my tears, not that I knocked over the water glass, although I always do things very frizzy.

Sunset on April 1483, 4

love your wife

Salome Gorgon Frollo

Written in the Palace of Versailles at Fontainebleau"

I licked the envelope, folded a few pages of letter paper, put them in the envelope, and handed it to the messenger post that passed by the palace every day before sunset.

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This month, the battle ahead was tense, and the men had no time to reply a letter to their beloved girls. The guard who delivered the letter was killed by the enemy's back arrow on the road, but the women were still writing letters persistently.

The Beggar King was illiterate, and he kept every letter from Miss Lily and his sister in a broken bag. John and Gringoire rushed to read the letters from Christina and her sister, and Quasimodo kept them. When it came to the cold gingerbread that Chai Na had kissed many times, he would cry when he ate it silently.

The vicar with a dusty face, tall and broad shoulders, sat upright on the dilapidated wooden chair, his gentle and handsome face was softly illuminated by the candlelight, and he held a few pieces of yellowed letter paper in his hand , that is the love and longing of his wife far away. Even if he did not hear back from him, her love has never been broken. He opened his mouth and murmured many of her names repeatedly: "My girl, my little friend , My...my Xiaosha."

His tears fell on her tears, God will fulfill him, and fate will fulfill her. Soon, the war is over, Louis X signed a contract with Spain that can get many benefits, yes, France won.

There were shadows in the camp, and the warm lights and the light on Claude's face lasted for a long time.

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