A few hours later the rining bells waked us. We woke up in shock. We still had the wax in our ears, but as I said, it didn't hold off much. We got up and saw with amazement that Quasimodo was ringing the bells. It took a few minutes before he jumped off one of the bells and landed in front of us. Undamaged, but out of breath.

"Quasimodo, what are you doing?" I asked blankly.

"My work. You slept," he said.

"What's your injury doing?" I asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," he said and smiled at me.

That smile was so warm from the heart that I almost melted away.

"Should I leave you alone?" Asked Jasmine mischievously.

I playfully punched her in the side: "Stop it!"

"What is it?" She said innocently.

I walked past her onto the balustrade.

Quasimodo was puzzled by Regina's reaction to him. And how she left her friend standing ... Jasmine grimaced angrily and left the bell tower. Quasimodo looked helplessly after Jasmine and then turned to Regina, who was standing at the balustrade.

"Your friend left," I heard Quasimodo say.

"What? Where to?" I said, startled after turning around to him.

"Down," said Quasimodo.

"We'd better not get separated ..." I said worriedly.

"We could catch up with her.", Quasimodo said and came up to me.

I guessed what he was up to and raised my hands in front of my body: "Oh no ... no ... no ..."

Quasimodo wanted to carry me down, along the facade. But I have a problem ... fear of heights. As soon as I stepped to the balustrade, I had a queasy feeling in my stomach and didn't even dare to look down ...

"That's the only way.", Quasimodo said and suddenly grabbed me. He lifted me over his shoulder. Then he actually climbed down the facade with me, who was screeching and whimpering over his shoulder. The horror! When we got downstairs, my whole body was shaking.

I raised my hand: "NEVER do that AGAIN!"

Quasimodo winced briefly when he feared I was about to hit him

I dropped my hand as I realized how my gesture affected him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be mad at you. You just took me off guard," I said.

At that moment the main portal opened and Jasmine stepped out.

"What are you doing here?" Asked Jasmin.

"I think it wouldn't be good if we split up. After all, we both come from the same time," I explained.

"I thought it would be best to leave you alone for a moment," said Jasmine.

"And where did you want to go?" I asked.

"See the city for myself?"

"I'll be there!" I said.

I looked at Quasimodo, who turned away and tried to climb the facade again.

Jasmine put a hand on my shoulder: "He's safe in Notre Dame," she said.

"Yes, as long as he doesn't have one of his 'seizures'," I said.

Then I followed Jasmine down the street until we came across a market in a small square in the shadow of the cathedral. We walked across the square, looked at the stalls and saw a group of gypsies making music in the center of the square. Then an idea occurred to me.

"What if Quasimodo's family is still alive?" I said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Asked Jasmin.

"His parents are not even mentioned in the novel. And also not in the Disney film adaptation. We only see the gypsies wanting to go to Paris with him. Maybe the gypsies can give us answers. Because I know where Quasimodo appeared. Maybe he was with one of the gypsies in Reims back then, "I said

"Then ask," said Jasmine with a shrug.

Then she listened to the music and rocked a little. One of the dancing gypsies invited her to dance with him, which she did.

I observed 3 men behind these music-making gypsies who seemed to be whispering to one another. I went to them.

"Forgive me, gentlemen." I said a little nervously.

The three ragged gypsies looked at me as if I had insulted them.

"Oh look here!" Said one of them.

"We are" gentlemen "for her? Where do you come from that beggars are called gentleman?" Said the second, who wore a kind of crown on his head.

"I didn't mean to be rude," I replied.

"Hmm, somehow I like the little one," said the one with the crown.

"I guess you are Clopin, the king of beggars," I said.

"Hm ... what if that were the case?" He asked.

"Then maybe you could answer a question for me," I said.

Clopin stepped forward: "I hear?"

"Were you in Reims about 20 years ago?" I asked him.