He wore a breastplate of golden scales, and carried a shield of the toughest bull's-hide studded with gold nails.
He was unarmed, save a long dagger which he wore in his belt.

He and his followers, who were all men of immense stature, walked with a proud and assured air between the lines of citizens who clustered thickly on each side of the street, and who gazed in silence at these dreaded figures.

They were escorted by the chamberlain of the archbishop, and on arriving at his palace were conducted into the chamber where Goslin, Count Eudes, and several of the leading persons of Paris awaited them.
Siegfroi bent his head before the prelate.
"Goslin," he said, "I beg you to have compassion upon yourself and your flock if you do not wish to perish.

We beseech you to turn a favourable ear to our words.

Grant only that we shall march through the city.