In which the once incessant music of Notre-Dame’s bells falls silent, as the bellringer Quasimodo, touched by a mysterious melancholy, lingers in the shadow of his solitary tower, his heart stirred anew only by the festival day’s call. Yet, even amidst the clamour of the joyful peal, a fleeting vision below captivates him so entirely that the joyous ringing halts, leaving the faithful listeners below in stunned silence.