I knew so vaguely that Reims was south of Paris, so we headed south. The navigation of our cell phones could not be relied on in this epoch, because Iowas like radio waves had not even been invented that could have enabled us to connect to the Internet. I did some research in our day and it would take about a day to walk to Reims. Quasimodo didn't go as fast as we did, which probably meant that it would take us almost 2 days. It was an unfamiliar picture, outside of Paris there was just pure nature. Meadows and trees wherever you looked. We kept passing farms or a castle that belonged to a feudal lord. At that time there was no fixed road leading to Rems and no street signs either. We had to ask around on the way so as not to get lost. When it got dark we looked for a place to stay and we passed a farm.

"I would say let's try our luck," I said and then knocked on the door. A man with dark blonde hair and a lanky figure opened it for me. His clothes looked more like a gypsy's.

"How can I help you? Oh!", The man exclaimed when he saw Quasimodo, "The bell ringer? Here? What does that mean?"

"You know Quasimodo?" I asked and considered. His appearance only allowed one conclusion: "Are you the poet?" I began and the man interrupted me.

"Indeed, I am Pierre Gringoire. You must have heard of me!" He said in a proud tone.

"More or less ..." I started. I knew that, along with Phoebus, Gringoire was one of the few main characters who had survived the story. He had been married to Esmeralda by Clopin and had embarked on Frollo's devious plan to get her out of Notre Dame. But on the run Esmeralda's goat Djali broke loose and Gringoire had followed the goat. Whereas Esmeralda was left with the creepy priest who had finally handed her over to the gallows because Esmeralda did not want to love him. Still lost in my thoughts, the goat stepped curiously to the door and bleated.

"Djali!", Jasmin and I said as if from the same mouth.

"I've never seen you before. Who are you anyway?" Asked Gringoire.

"I'm Regina and this is Jasmin. We want to go to Reims to find Quasimodo's family," I said.

"His family? That's a strange reason to travel ...", said Gringoire.

"However ... do we need a place for the night.", Said Jasmin.

"Oh! Of course! Not another word! Time young women shouldn't wander around in the dark. Come in. There will be room for you.", Gringoire said and let us in. First we warmed up by the fire, because in February it is still very cold, especially in the evening. Quasimodo, on the other hand, approached the goat, or the goat Quasimodo ... Whatever the case, he let him stroke and hug the goat without seeming to be afraid. Perhaps she remembered the bell ringer who wanted to save her and her mistress Esmeralda from death. Quasimodo sighed happily. I never thought I'd see him like that with Djali. Apparently he clung to everything that reminded him of the gypsy.

Gringoire handed us bread and cheese for dinner. He told us that by caring for the goat he had decided to run a farm. He had been employed by a farmer and was still studying. His masters were already asleep and obviously hadn't noticed our visit. he made his bed available to Jasmin and me. Quasimodo slept sitting on the floor leaning against the wall with Djali in his arms and Gringoire was lying on a bench.

The next morning we were woken up by a loud roar: "Why are there strangers here ?!"

It was the farmer who just grabbed the half-sleeping Gringoire by the neck.

"Forgive me, my lord!", I shouted and jumped out of bed, "We want to go to Reims, visit our family and we needed a place for the night. Sorry if we caused you inconvenience!"

The farmer speaks to me in silence for a moment. Then he looked at Jasmin, who was now standing behind me and then his eyes fell on Quasimodo.

"What kind of figment from hell is that?", The farmer cursed.

Quasimodo was still asleep. Because he's deaf, he didn't even hear the commotion. The farmer dropped Gringoire and then stormed towards Quasimodo.

"Stop! Don't!" I shouted, startled, and wanted to intervene when Quasimodo slowly raised his head. The goat, which had also been awakened by the farmer's roar, had freed itself from Quasimodo's embrace and crouched in the farthest corner.

Quasimodo saw the baker standing before him, a man like a bear. Quasimodo, however, was not impressed by it. He got up slowly. His eye sparkled angrily when the farmer turned away from him and tried to attack Regina. In Quasimodo there was suddenly this impulse not to allow that. He had to protect them from the farmer's anger and stormed towards the farmer. He threw the man to the ground with ease and punched him until he felt a firm grip on his arm, which was about to strike again.

He looked up and looked into Regina's frightened face. There were tears in her eyes. She shook her head and wanted to make it clear to him that they should go. Quasimodo growled. He didn't want to let this farmer get away with it, he wanted to attack a defenseless woman. But Regina pulled on his arm as hard as she could. Regina and Jasmin were women with Rubens figures and a little stronger than the normally built women. It was therefore possible for Regina to pull Quasimodo away from the farmer, even if it had taken a great deal of effort. Quasimodo let out a deep breath and then rose. He let Regina pull him out of the house. When they were a few meters away from the house, Pierre Gringoire was also thrown out of the house with the goat. He had some wounds and got up quite wobbly, while the goat had already run in front of the 3 travelers. She ran around them, bleating happily. Quasimodo's heart leaped for joy at the sight of the goat. She had been Esmeralda's faithful goat, after all. She had accompanied the gypsy everywhere and was the last living memory of her for him.

The poet staggered uncertainly towards her and scratched the back of his head, embarrassed: "That's it with the peasant life ..."

"We're really sorry," said Regina, hanging her head.

Quasimodo looked at her regretfully and said: "There is work everywhere."

Gringoire grinned and asked: "You don't mind if I accompany you?"

"No, not at all. The more the better.", Said Jasmin. Regina nodded to him and Quasimodo didn't really care. He just wanted to take care of the two women and get back to Paris as soon as possible. Everything else was of no concern to him. Gringoire took the goat's rope, which was hanging loosely around her neck in a noose, and then he followed them to Reims.