The sunlight streaming in the window didn't wake her. Captain grumbling about it did.

"Five more minutes, mom."

"Funny, May."

"It's Esmeralda remember? Someone might be listening." She said smiling without opening her eyes.

"If they were, they should have done something while I was getting skewered." He grumped.

"They were too busy laughing." If she had her eyes open, she would have seen the pillow that slapped the side of her head.

"Captain!" she squealed loud and playfully. A bit too loud and a bit too playful.

"That's enough. Get up. Back to work." He shifted slowly to sit on the edge of the bed and gingerly touched his wounded side. "I can't believe it doesn't hurt worse."

Sitting up and throwing her messy dark hair out of her face she laughingly replied, "It's a good thing I paid attention in herbology." He just shook his head. But she knew he was smiling. Referencing his favorite classics always made him smile.

She got up and started pulling her colorful dress on over the light shift she'd slept in. Captain sat on the bed breathing thoughtfully when a small fury head rammed into his leg. "Ow! Dammit. We're lucky this thing hasn't made a mess of this room."

"Horny knows better than that." She said, shimmying the dress into place. "Don't you, Horny?" she said sweetly at the goat. It pushed roughly past Captain and bounded gleefully across the bed to leap into her arms with a cheerful bleat.

"You named it Horny?"

"Sure. It has horns." She smiled ruffling the little goat's fur. Captain just shook his head and reached for his jacket. "So now that we know Devil is in the Cathedral, we should try to communicate with him to find out what he knows."

"We can't blow his cover, Cap."

"Nothing says we will. If we haven't been identified, then it shouldn't be suspicious for us to speak with him in confessional or something."

"I don't know. There was somebody following me when I was checking out the cathedral and they were being really careful not to be noticed."

"What makes you so sure it wasn't Devil?"

"I noticed."

"Good point." He mumbled buckling his belt.

"Maybe there's some way a captain of the guard can get in to speak with a specific priest."

"Without raising an eyebrow from the entire clergy?"

"I dunno. You can say you plan to get married and want a specific priest to oversee things."

"I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way."

"Well fine. You sit around and think of something. I'm going to scout around some more while I earn some money for breakfast." She shifted her moderate bust to be as appealing as possible over the cincher she wore. Then turned to the door.

"Try to stay out of trouble." He called after her.

She just smiled at him as she walked out and it looked for all the world like the goat did too.

Sun sparkled off the coins on her belt as she smiled and twirled. The little goat bounced around her in time with the fiddle player that sat beside them. Several stopped to watch and a few threw coins. A good start. She didn't see Devil anywhere, but she probably had enough for a meal so she'd walk around the cathedral while she ate. She turned to face her little audience for a grateful bow when three soldiers joined the crowd. She smiled. Maybe just one more dance. When her eyes met those of the tallest soldier, his face stayed very serious. Not a good sign. She paused confused and he approached.

"Mademoiselle, you are to come with me."

"Why?"

"You are accused of witchcraft and will be questioned."

"What!?" she demanded as all those around fled. Even the violinist was gone.

"Don't resist, little gypsy. It will only be worse for you." The tall soldier reached for May's arm. She let him. Perfectly still, she watched his hand come toward her, eyes wide. The other two soldiers hadn't moved.

As soon as his left hand touched her right bisept, she circled her hand upwards to catch his elbow joint and pulled him by to her right, smacking the back of his head with her tambourine as he fell. Throwing the tambourine at the soldier on her left, she ran at the one on the right who was too surprised by her sudden move to brace against the shoulder that slammed him in the gut. He fell back with little hooves running up his front and a pair of horns hitting him in the nose. May turned to the last one, now recovered from the distracting tambourine, and twirled quickly toward him, letting her skirt fly wildly. He never saw the little foot coming at the side of his face.

She ran to the nearest alley while they were still picking themselves up. Quickly sprinting down the narrow ways and dodging around corners, she had to leap over a man that bent down to recover something he dropped. She couldn't help but smile at the little goat as it out paced her on the straight parts. Rounding a corner onto a wide street a small flock of geese scattered around her and the boy herding them shouted angrily at her. A quick glance showed no signs of any soldiers so she slowed her pace beside a merchant's cart heading to the market. She followed it to the square and slipped into a crowd that was moving along the far edge. She was just passing the bricked up cell of a strange hermit woman when she heard the most horrible screaming. May turned to see a face that couldn't really be a woman staring at her in rage and screaming with a ragged voice. "Witch! Devil's whore! Die wretch!"

"Have we met?" May asks confused before quickly turning away. That was the last she saw. The heavy gauntlet of a nearby soldier that heard the woman's screams dropped May on the spot. Racing to her aid, the little goat is suddenly lifted, still running, from the ground. It bleats loudly in fear, but it's mouth is covered and it quickly disappears, unnoticed by the crowd gathering to see the unconscious gypsy carried away by the soldiers.

Captain stormed down the dark hall to the cell. He couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. His side throbbed with ever step and that only irritated him further. How did he ever get anything accomplished with one agent always in trouble and the other always trying to kill him?

The guard saluted as he approached. "Is the prisoner awake?"

"I don't know, sir. I haven't heard anything."

"Stand aside. I'll see to it."

Without question the guard moved to let the Captain open the heavy wooden door. Why couldn't May and Devil be this cooperative? Pushing the door shut behind him, he raised the torch he held to better see her laying in a heap on the floor. He quickly knelt and shook her to some degree of wakefulness before calling over his shoulder. "Wake up, you."

"Please, Captain, no. My head can't take it." She muttered, holding the large bruise on the side of her head. Captain leaned closer to whisper, "Keeping up appearances, May."

Then raising up again and shouting. "I said wake up!" She understood.

"Ow! Where am I?!" She yelled in alarm while calmly pulling herself up to sit.

"You've been accused of witchcraft and are in the Palace of Justice awaiting your trial." Captain yelled and then whispered. "Probably by the target. He's made you and this is a distraction to keep us busy while he finishes selling the art." He starts pacing anxiously. May had to continue the show.

"I'm not a witch." She yelled. "What are you talking about?" whispering "Has Devil contacted you again?" Captain was still pacing. Getting more worried and distracted by the second.

"They're going to torture you for a confession and I can't try to help you without risking blowing my cover. If they kill that body, you might make it back to your own, but then you might not. There's always a risk." He was loosing the plot. His whisper was getting louder and the guard would get suspicious soon.

"When is the trial?" she whispered, leading him back to the moment. He understood.

"Your trial is tomorrow morning." He shouted, then whispered, "We have to do something."

She shouted, "But I'm not a witch. Please," then whispered "There's time, Cap. They won't try and execute me all in one day. There's still a chance you and Devil can complete the mission we all go back safely."

"There is no chance, May. These people hate gypsies and your accuser is in the damn church. And you know what they do to witches." He whispered worriedly before quickly remembering to shout, "That's for the court to decide, mademoiselle." He turned sadly to leave as she whispered.

"It's okay, Captain. My plan will still work."

"This is a terrible plan, May." He muttered before opening the door and leaving.

"It will work." She said quietly to herself.

Devil walked methodically along the darkened corridor listening for the footsteps of someone trying to keep hidden. He had a few ideas who the target might be, but he had to catch them to be sure. They would be moving carefully and silently about their nefarious tasks even in their borrowed skin. Instead he heard the fast, loud footsteps of someone very excited. Probably the twit that keeps calling him brother. Devil didn't bother slowing his pace. "Claude! My brother!" Gringoire's voice echoed painfully off the normally peaceful stone walls.

Yep, it was him. Devil stopped and turned to see the young man running up to him, wide eyed and holding a goat. "Brother. Brother. You won't believe my wonderful luck."

"You have a goat." Devil acknowledged with characteristic disinterest.

"Not just any goat. This is the wonderful little animal I was telling you about. It dances and walks on two feet and I even saw it fighting soldiers."

"Why would a goat fight soldiers?" Devil asked barely listening.

"This is the goat that belongs to the gypsy girl, brother. The one that dances in the square. That released Quasimodo." Devil suddenly started listening. It wasn't like May to give up a cute fury thing without a fight.

"And how did you persuade her to release this wonderful animal to you?"

"I didn't have to. The soldiers took her away. I rescued the goat. It would have been alone and starving if I hadn't taken it with me. Isn't it such a lovely thing?" Gringoire held the little goat close and stroked its fur. "Yes, brother," Devil answered thoughtfully. "Did you see where the soldiers took the girl?"