The abbe particularly distinguished himself, and he is reported to have slain seven Danes at once with one javelin, a blow which may be considered as bordering on the miraculous.

But the number of the defenders of the tower was small indeed to that of the enemy, and the loss which they inflicted upon the Danes, great as it was, was as nothing in so vast a host.
The flames of the machines, lighted by the pitch and oil, communicated to the planks of the fortification, and soon these too were on fire.

As they burned, the earth behind them gave way, and a breach was formed.
Encouraged by this result the Danes brought up faggots, and in several places lighted great fires against the fortifications.

The defenders began to lose all hope, when a tremendous storm of rain suddenly burst over Paris quenching the fire.
The besieged gained heart, reinforcements crossed from the town, and the Danes again withdrew to their ships, having lost in the day's fighting three hundred men.

After this repulse the Northmen desisted for a time from their attack.