In the evening Quasimodo brought us bread and cheese in a basket for dinner. He put the basket down on the floor in front of me and wanted to turn away.
"Wait, don't you want to have dinner with us?" I asked him.
"No, it's better that way.", Quasimodo said and left.
"I had the feeling that he should tell us something," said Jasmine.
I shrugged my shoulders: "Maybe he needs another try."
"What are you going to do now? Do you still want to go to Reims?" Said Jasmine.
"Yes. Maybe his parents want to see him. We don't even know the circumstances under which Quasimodo was born. What I do know is that Quasimodo was not abandoned by his birth parents here in Notre Dame. Perhaps it was introduced under dramatic circumstances? But I can only find out by finding this Alfonso in Reims. He was, so to speak, a witness on the day that Quasimodo came to the gypsies, "I said thoughtfully.
The squeak of the door made us sit up and take notice. I looked at the door, which had been a crack ajar, and saw a prominent shadow flit away.
"He was," I said with a sigh.
I couldn't sleep that night. I racked my brains trying to help Quasimodo when he didn't want to see his parents. How would he react if I took her to Paris? Would that even be wise?
When we got up the next morning, Quasimodo had already been there. He had put our breakfast basket in front of the door on the floor. After we had eaten and got ready, the bells rang. We quickly put the wax earplugs in our ears and then left our cell. We stepped on the balustrade to catch some air when the bells stopped and Quasimodo came up to us.
"Good morning, Quasimodo.", We wished him.
"Good morning," he said, "I've thought of something."
Jasmin and I stared at the bell ringer, who looked almost embarrassed as he stepped from one foot to the other.
"Yes?" I said.
"I'll come with you," he said after a long pause, "you as women shouldn't travel alone. It's dangerous. I'll protect you."
I suddenly forgot everything around me, a mixture of astonishment and admiration seized me. Part of me then cheered with joy inside.
"You have to be well prepared for a trip and have enough provisions. Here.", Quasimodo said and handed us a few coins. They were uncleanly minted, which they clearly revealed as coins from the Middle Ages. "
"Go to the market and buy provisions." said Quasimodo and then left again. I stared at Jasmin in disbelief: "I somehow have the feeling that you have something to do with it ..." I said. Jasmine just winked at me and then we went down to the square with 2 large baskets to go shopping at the market. We got bread, some meat and long-life fruit. We then carried it back up the tower. It was much harder to come up the stairs with the bulging baskets. It was extra weight, after all, that had to be dragged up 400 steps. When we got to the top, Quasimodo gave us shoulder bags. Each one and we began to stow the provisions. Then we shouldered our bags and made our way downstairs. When we reached the end of the stairs, Brother Martin noticed us: "Oh, where are we going?" He asked.
"After Reims, sort out a few family matters," I replied and nodded goodbye. Jasmin and Quasimodo followed suit and then we set off.
