Esmeralda quirked a brow, thinking if Clopin said anything or not. But it was probably just the wind whistling. "No, I don't believe we will be treated with any kindness or fairness. But it isn't going to hold me back from talking with him. If it'll help, perhaps we should come up with an escape plan in case he tries to pull something on us." Knowing Frollo, he was bound to do that.
At least she hadn’t taken leave of all her senses.
“Oui. Ta petite bête ne sera pas autorisé dans le bâtiment. It is too bad ; I would like to see Djali headbutt someone else in the balls for once. But there will be formal guards inside, which means they will carry those ridiculous heavy spears. They are barely trained to use the things and will go for their swords if it comes to it. Grab a spear from them, ma chère, if you can, and use it as a staff.” His face darkened as he looked at her, imagining the many ways the plan could go wrong.
“If we are arrested we must fight to escape, and if we fight and are captured we will surely be put to death. But if we escape without killing anyone, they may not bother to give chase. The good judge receives people on the first floor in a long, dim room with high windows. Break a window if you can and drive a spear between two stones. We will have no problem climbing it and leaping out of the window, but the guards will have to navigate through the palais de justice to reach the doors.”
