Ruby’s Story
Dictated to and Written Down By Quasimodo
A Retelling of The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Jehan likes to tell this story quite a lot, but nobody ever cares to hear my side of things. Simple, sweet, kind, loving, adorable little Ruby never gets any of the attention. I am Esmeralda’s best friend afterall, I think I am more important to the so called “myth” than most writers tend to believe. Everybody knows about the love story between the hideous hunchback (what, it’s true) and the beautiful Esmeralda. She had all the luck with the guys of Paris, she even had Captain Phoebus oohing and ahhing over her, and who does she chose to marry?! Anyway, everybody focuses on her love for the hunchback but the really juicy stories come before that in the days when we were growing up.
I grew up in the slums of Paris, a gypsy, just a piece of dirty filth in the eyes of the rich and church going folk. Our home was nicknamed The Court of Miracles, because many of our people would fake ailments and injuries in order to beg on the streets, but upon returning to the slums the act was cast off and forgotten; the beggers would be “miraculously healed”. We were a people persecuted by the church, and therefore by the government. It was not because of anything we had done that the government hated us so much, but it was because of our heritage and our class. We were proud to call ourselves outcasts though, afterall, we didn’t have to pay taxes.
When I was just learning to walk my father left my mom and I. He was missing for two whole years before he showed up dead. Mother was always very weak, so as soon as I could walk a straight line I was in the streets trying to get a spare crust of bread or whatever I could manage to steal in order to get by. Then, one day, I spotted this really cute brunette boy pickpocketing an old woman. It was quite a sight to see, he was barely taller than her knees, yet his hand reached up to her pockets and swiped out several nice silk handkerchiefs and even a couple coins.
Immediately I was certain that he was the one for me. He would teach me his trade and maybe even plant a kiss if I was lucky. I followed him around for the rest of the day, trying to inch closer and closer to him when he wasn’t looking. The sun began to set, and my eyelids began to droop. We had wandered right up to the Notre Dame cathedral, I was far from home. Before I fully realized what I was doing I was fast asleep against the wall of the cathedral. The evening bells rang strong and clear but sounded distant in the tired haze of my head.
I awoke the next morning, I awoke to find myself back in The Court of Miracles. There was some bread lying on a little table. At once I sprung to my feet and grabbed the crust of bread and took a big bite of it. Although it was hard, and smelled as though it had been lying around for several days the burst of flavor in my mouth was like sweet music is to the ears. It was harmony to my stomach which so rarely had the treat of a whole crust of bread in one sitting.
“Ralentis! Slow down there! There’s more where that came from. In fact I’ve nicked much better things from vendors.” A squeal escaped my lips as I turned and saw the boy I had followed the whole previous day. “It’s dangerous sleeping so close to the cathedral you know… I brought you back here, what if that young priest Claude Frollo had spotted you there. His brother Jehan may be nice enough to us gypsies but Frollo sure isn’t. Just think what terrors may happen if that man ever becomes the head bishop of that place.”
That day was the start of a whole new life for me. The boy, Clopin, taught me how to survive on the streets. A couple years after I met him my mother passed. There was no time for mourning, the slums were dangerous, and life was a daily struggle, so I just had to provide for myself, and my new thieving partner (though truth be told I believe he provided more for me than I ever did for him). Three years after my mother’s death there was a new addition to our party. You’ve probably guessed who, it was Esmeralda! She was orphaned and Clopin found her on the streets, much like he did me. I was so excited to have a sister, we could fix up fancy hairdos for each other, discuss guys, and all sorts of other girly things that I could never do with Clopin. By this point in time my crush on Clopin was over, he never showed any interest in me, so my gaze had shifted to some of the other young men of the court.
Esmeralda wasn’t a very good pickpocket at all, but what we did find was that she was an extremely talented singer. Clopin, always the business man, came up with the idea of us putting together a little act for the Festival of Fools. Esmeralda would sing, I would play my tambourine and we all would dance. As we grew older the crowds began to like our act more and more, and as we gained experience the act got more and more elaborate. That is what put us on stage at the Festival of Fools where we meet you Quasimodo. Directly after our act we discovered that the Pope of Fools had already been selected. Never had we seen a more hideous face, it was a hands down election.
The festivities were better than ever. There was lots of drink, and nothing to worry about since the laws didn’t apply. We could go where we liked and do whatever we pleased! Clopin and I came up with a new dance for this year’s entertainment, which was loads of fun, with lots of lifts and drops! I even met these two guys who were really sweet and cute. Usually only Esmeralda gets all the attention from the guys, but these two men carried me about on their shoulders. They were so handsome. Unfortunately, I was so surprised by their attention that I forgot to ask their names (though I did later find out that the taller one’s name was Jehan). Now that I look back on it they were probably just hitting on me because of the holiday and not because of genuine interest. Only Esmeralda was lucky enough to actually have guys that were in love with her.
The festivities however are where the actions began, and all on account of you too I might add Quasimodo. You started speaking hideous riddles, standing up there poking fun at us lawbreakers. That was what made the riot break out and then Claude Frollo came out of his Cathedral barking orders at dear Phoebus to clear the streets. Esmeralda got the hairbrained idea that she should go defend you, and got herself knocked to the ground by that villainous monster, Frollo. The way he glared at us, as though he were sending daggers of ice through our flesh just by looking at us, sent shivers down my spine. The only good that came out of that riot was that I got to meet the handsome captain, and sure I guess it was good that you and Esmeralda got together, but I still think Phoebus would have been a better match for her; he may be a coward, but he is so handsome, it makes up for his cowardice. Anyway, you got your hide beaten raw Quasimodo, and stupid Esmeralda decided to get right up in the thick of things to try to defend you. Claude Frollo doesn’t need a reason besides your being a gypsy to want to kill you but Esmeralda sure gave him one.
I gave Esmeralda some really wise advice that day. I told her she had no right to go in that looming cathedral and that she was hairbrained to think she would find any sort of warm reception there. I suppose I was slightly wrong about the warm reception part, but believe me, if she had bumped into Frollo she would not have lived to tell me she was sorry for not listening. Right after I gave up trying to convince her to stay away from Notre Dame I received one of the greatest shocks of my life. Captain Phoebus, who remains today to be the most handsome man I have ever met, came up to talk to us, well to Esmeralda. Never before had I seen such perfect blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. His manner was so official, yet there was this sort of warmth about him. My eyes were not yet done feasting on his beauty as Esmeralda drug me off and ordered me to return to the Court of Miracles so she could go to the cathedral in peace.
I was lucky however that I knew where Esmeralda was headed, because Clopin called a meeting and wondered where she was. It gave me the perfect excuse to sneak out and find Phoebus, I mean if she was just interested in the hunchbacked man then at least I could have a shot at the drop dead gorgeous one! However, when I returned I found Esmeralda with not only the Captain, but two other very charming young men. It took forever for Esmeralda to convince me that she had actually been to see you rather than just staying with those beautiful men. It didn’t help her case that Phoebus offered her a beautiful white flower every single time they met in the streets.
Just when I thought the day could not get any more exciting (after all I had seen three incredibly handsome and available young men), the events of Clopin’s meeting unfurled. Phoebus’ friends Jehan and Pierre thought it would be good fun to sneak into the Court of Miracles. Clopin doesn’t take very kindly to visitors, especially during meetings. Of course, he had the guys bring out the ropes and started threatening to hang them. This was very distressing. Esmeralda kept warning me that Clopin was very serious about killing them, but I just was so distracted by their presence.
Finally Clopin gave them an offer to actually join our band of thieves. In order to become an outlaw like us they had to sing and dance the gypsy song and dance, and best our most accomplished singer and dancer. I thought they were absolutely wonderful, but everyone else did not seem to be of the same mind, so I decided to sneak over to the cute dark haired one and helped him out by tangoing with him. Unfortunately, the playwright was not doing well without my help. He was sprawled on the ground so I ran over to him and pulled him into a straight tango step. Much to my relief, Clopin announced that they were accepted into our company! Everyone went wild, dancing around us, and there they were, Jehan and Pierre, standing right next to me.
The next few moments were all a blur. I remember one moment the guys were there beside me, and the next they were running full speed through the streets being pursued by Clopin and some of the other men. Screams of “ils échappent” rung throughout the court and I clung tightly to Esmeralda’s arm. I felt sure that Clopin would catch them, and that they would be hung for sure. Fortunately, however, Clopin soon returned from his chase, without prisoners. I was relieved that Jehan and Pierre had escaped safely, but nonetheless I vowed not to speak to Clopin because of the way he treated Jehan and Pierre.
The next day I awoke and found that Esmeralda was gone. She had probably gone back to the cathedral. Her visits there had been more and more frequent. I tried to go about my day as I normally, did, but I couldn’t get my mind off of Jehan and Pierre. Clopin must have scared them to death. I had to be sure that they were ok, so I started searching through the city in hopes that I would find them. I searched for hours, but to no avail, so I headed towards the cathedral thinking I would bump into Esmeralda and see if she had seen them.
I found her right where I thought I would, and asked her about the boys. I told her that I loved them both, and wanted to be sure they were alright. She kept telling me that love didn’t work like that, and that I had to choose one of them, but I didn’t listen, they were both so handsome. I knew it would simply be impossible to choose which one I was in love with. Then, Esmeralda pulled out a beautiful white flower from behind her back. I screamed with delight, at last she had accepted one of Phoebus’s flowers! Esmeralda actually had plans to see him, and his lovely golden locks. Oh, what an extraordinary day, my best friend accepted a flower from the most handsome man in all of Paris! Now, if only Esmeralda could have convinced Jehan or Pierre to give me a flower like that, then it would have been an even better day.
Together, we eventually found the boys. Esmeralda advised them to stay away from The Court of Miracles, at least until Clopin cooled down, and probably long after that as well, Clopin was not a very forgiving man. To my delight they asked us to join them again soon for a night out in the town, as friends of course, and they told Esmeralda how excited they were that she finally accepted Phoebus’s flower, apparently he had not joined them on their nights out around the city, for weeks, because he was so upset over Esmeralda not accepting him. When we parted that day, there was a skip in my step and a gigantic smile spread across my face. .
The next day however, everything turned around. Esmeralda had once again left the court early, before I awoke, so I was on my own to wander the streets and try to pick a pocket or two. Suddenly I saw Jehan running toward me, with Pierre close behind. They asked me if I had seen Esmeralda and started telling me the most horrible things, about some orders Claude Frollo had given Phoebus. He wanted The Court of Miracles cleared. All our homes were to be burnt and we were to be arrested and killed. Without so much as a word, I started running as fast as my legs would carry my to the cathedral, the guys following after me. As we got closer to the Cathedral we stuck in the shadows.
At last we were right up against the Cathedral. We quietly began discussing what we could do. It would not be safe to just burst into the Cathedral, Frollo could be anywhere in there, but we had to find Esmeralda. Suddenly I saw her slipping out of a door of the Cathedral, so I ran to her and and tried to pull her away and to safety, while explaining, in words that became rather unintelligible due to my rush to say them, that we had to hide, and get away. Jehan took over trying to explain the situation, but Esmeralda would not hear of it. She insisted that she had to help, that she wouldn’t leave people to suffer if she could do anything to help. She began forcing herself away from us, despite all our pleas for her to come with us. Suddenly she escaped from Jehan and Pierre’s grasp and ran right into Phoebus. She began furiously beating on his chest and shouting at him for even thinking about following Frollo’s orders.
Phoebus however assured her that nothing had happened. He told us how you, Quasimodo, had come and stopped everything. He had pleaded with Frollo, but when Frollo insisted that Phoebus carry out the orders, he grabbed Frollo by the throat and threw him to the ground. Frollo seemed to forget his wish to kill all the gypsies, but had ordered that Esmeralda be found and arrested. I told her that it was too risky visiting the Cathedral, now Frollo recognized her, and knew how much you Quasi, cared for her, so she was in danger. She would still not listen to us however, and now insisted on trying to find you, Quasimodo.
It was then, that Claude Frollo found us. He threatened Phoebus, telling him that he would have to choose between his job and Esmeralda. Frollo would not take Phoebus defending her however, and pulled a gun from within his robes. The boys pushed Esmeralda behind them, and I clung to her arm, and tried to drag her further from the weapon. We were cornered, with no way of escape. Slowly Frollo walked forwards towards Esmeralda, using the gun to scare the guys from in front of her. It was just me and her left, the gun pointed directly at us. I closed my eyes preparing to jump in front of Esmeralda, but before I could act, she pushed me away, and Pierre firmly held me back. Tears began to stream down my face, as I turned my face away, unable to look on helplessly.
Suddenly Frollo was knocked to the ground and the gun was in Jehan’s hand. You, Quasimodo, the hunchback, had come to the rescue. Despite being beaten, Frollo refused to just let Esmeralda go. He declared that no matter where she hid, he would search for her and find her. Quasi then stood up, and ran to Esmeralda, who he picked up and ran to the bell tower of the Cathedral. We heard him shout “Sanctuary, we claim sanctuary” from the top of the cathedral. By law, they were safe.
For days we waited. Frollo had the cathedral surrounded by guards; if Esmeralda took but one step outside the cathedral then she would be his. The waiting was terrible. Everyone was unable to rest. Even Clopin forgot his quarrel with Jehan and Pierre. This could not continue forever. Someone would have to give in, and we knew how dedicated Frollo could be, especially when it came to killing gypsies. The days passed by and we tried to come up with a plan. At last we figured out something to try. Jehan still had the gun that Frollo had tried to use that terrible day, and one of the guards was a drinking buddy of his. He would try to sneak in and reason with Frollo, afterall Frollo was his brother.
The day came to execute the plan. Jehan snuck in as Phoebus, Pierre, Clopin and I waited outside. The plan to reason, did not go well, at least for Frollo. Jehan shot his brother that night, but we were free at last from the looming threat of Claude Frollo. Esmeralda lost all interest in Phoebus that day. She could not find it within herself to respect a cowardly man who valued orders above the lives of others. She ended up eventually marrying you, Quasimodo and left the court. Jehan decided to quit running from the church, especially now that his brother was gone, and became a bishop. Phoebus retired from his job as captain of the guard, and took up other work. As for me, well, I simply couldn’t go on without my handsome man. It took a few years, but eventually Pierre got brave enough to propose. He was so cute; he wrote a whole play for the occasion.
We all had our share of trouble in those dark days, and our lives are far from perfect even now. But both Esmeralda and I would attest to the fact that we favor our married lives over that which we had before. Times of trouble are always existent, and back then we had each other, our friendship to help us through. Now we had not only our friendship, but a husband who cares and can help provide. The life of honest work is harder in some ways, but in others it is much better. We may have to pay taxes now, but at least the threat of the gallows no longer looms over our heads.
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