Raphael was a knight and, under the command of Phoebus, was responsible for maintaining law and order in Paris. With his stately figure and broad shoulders, he clearly stood out among the archers. He was 35. He had short black hair, wore a three-day stubble and had sky-blue eyes that many a woman had fallen for. Although he was very muscular, he had not been able to overpower the bell ringer alone when he attacked the gypsy. The bell ringer could only be tamed with the help of the others. Although Raphael was quite popular with women, unlike his captain Phoebus, he never got involved with a woman, which is why he was ridiculed by the other soldiers. But Raphael didn't care. He was waiting for the one who was serious about him and didn't want him just because of his position. He was born and raised near Reims. One day a knight passed by on his way to Paris and saw the strong, black-haired boy working in the fields. So Raphael got a job as a squire and followed the knight to Paris. After the attacking of captain Phoebus by the gypsy, Raphael temporarily became captain of the archers. Until he unexpectedly met his captain in the barracks, 1 month after the attack.

Raphael tried to talk Phoebus into conscience: "The gypsy girl will be hanged for murder. But you are alive. You should go to the judge to make that clear."

"Hell I will! For a Proud Knight to be attacked by a little girl is embarrassing enough. I will not humiliate myself any more!" Phoebus replied.

After the storming of Notre Dame, Phoebus picked up the gypsy and Raphael had to lead her to the gallows. He got pretty sick and didn't dare watch the execution. After these events, Raphael resigned from the archers and worked as a mercenary from then on. He accepted commissions if he was paid accordingly. His loyalty was now neither to the king nor to the centurion. He fought for those who paid him. It doesn't matter who it was. He had this job for 3 months now and he sometimes threw in more, sometimes less money. But all in all it was enough to afford a room and something to eat. Now it so happened that one day a priest spoke to him.

"I have a request," said the priest, hiding his face under a large hood.

"Really? That would be?" asked Raphael, holding out his hand to the priest. He then gave him a small bag of coins.

"There is a witch in Notre Dame. The king's soldiers are not allowed to snatch her from the church because of the right of asylum. You, on the other hand, can take her from the cathedral. Take her to the Palace of Justice and you will get the same amount again," he said Priest.

Raphael was inevitably reminded of the story about the gypsy. Was this woman also innocent? It was no use, it was his job. He hadn't earned any money today, without this job he would go to bed hungry tonight. So he nodded to the priest and accepted the money and thus the order. He had further details about the job explained to him and also asked himself when he could best seize the "witch".

"She is in a relationship with the bell ringer. He goes to the market once a day after the noon bell. Then she is all alone in the bell tower," said the priest. Raphael nodded and glanced at a church clock. There was still half an hour before the noon bell. So Raphael immediately went to Notre Dame to complete the assignment as quickly as possible.

After Brother Martin attacked me, I was not well at all. I couldn't really sleep well, so Quasimodo had to get me valerian from the Hotel Dieu so I could get some sleep. Furthermore, I was often plagued by stomach pains, which made me afraid what if something was wrong with our child? But Jeanne Marie examined me after that and said everything was fine.

Of course, Quasimodo had also heard about the incident and would have liked to throw Brother Peter off the tower like Frollo did back then. He didn't want to take his eyes off me anymore, but I said: "What should we eat if neither of us goes to the market?"

"Maybe another brother will help us. Like Piere, or Paul, or Jean, or..." Quasimodo began.

"They all have enough work with their daily duties at the cathedral. We can't ask that," I said.

Quasimodo then devised a clever construction that led a bell rope right next to the bed, where I could, with little effort, ring the bell should something happen. So Quasimodo was a little calmer when he left the tower.

After Quasimodo left, I decided to stretch my legs a bit. So I got up and walked slowly to the balustrade. I braced myself on the parapet and took a few breaths in and out. I tried to put past events behind me. Suddenly I heard someone behind me. But before I could turn around, I felt a dull pain in the back of my head and I passed out.