The Parisian ones, which had been raised at the same time as the Flemings, were struck of stupor to the news of the battle of Rosebecque and the nearest return of the royal army.

Too much been obstinated to deposit their weapons, but too discouraged from to make use of it, they went to line up in battle under their walls, to make parade of their force; but as soon as the avant-garde of the king appeared, and that the constable asked them of a severe tone what they did, they returned in Paris and dispersed.

The king, made in front of the Saint-Denis door, had only to reverse a palisade and to insert the door to penetrate in the city without blow to perish (January 1383).

It did not order of them less many torments; Paris lost touts its freedoms municipal, and the large fortress of the Bastille was completed to hold the people in respect.

The constable of Clisson, which had passed the evening in the king, left the hotel Saint-pol., around one hour of the morning, without armour and with an escort of eight servants of which two carried torches, when suddenly, with the entry of the street Culture-Holy-Catherine, forty brigands with horse, embusqués in the shade, melted on him and its people: "Which are you", Clisson exclaimed by drawing its dagger "I am Pierre de Craon, your enemy, answered the gang leader, and it is necessary that you die" Clisson tried to defend yourself, but it accepted a serious wound with the head, and fell from horse.

The assassins, in a hurry to flee, did not dare to put foot at ground to make sure that he had died.

A baker gave alarm, and Clisson at once collected by the king and looked after, recovered from his wounds, with the great spite of his enemies.

Charles VI, who had sworn to punish Pierre de Craon, crossed the forest of Mans by a heat overpowering, when suddenly a man vêtu of haillon, the head and the feet naked, sprang of a coppice and seizes the horse of the king by the support, while exclaiming: "Stops, noble king, you are betrayed" the man ran away yourself, and Charles VI carried on his road without speaking, but soon one of the pages, being deadened on its horse, released its lance, and iron ran up against the helmet of its neighbor: the king, believing in a treason, fired his sword, precipitated on his escort, while shouting: "Known with the traitors", struck on all sides of the furious blows and killed several men; one could only with grand' sorrow seize him: the unhappy king was insane. (August 1392).

As the duke of Orleans left to the queen and followed the street Old woman-of-Temple, a score of men, hidden close to the Barbette door, were thrown at the same time on him while shouting: With death. - "Stop, says to them it, I am the duke of Orleans" - "It is what we ask", the band answered by striking it.

The duke, who had with him only two riders and four servants, could not even defend himself: one of the riders was killed at its sides; the others fled.

He was only eight hours of the evening, but the night was black and the deserted street; the unhappy one was sifted blows, and the assassins, who did not want to see it ressusciter like Clisson, withdrew themselves only after him to have crushed the head (November 1407).