With the end of the twelfth century the Masters and the schoolboys joined to form a corporation which bore the name of University; they obtained from Philippe Auguste and the pope of important privileges: they could not be stopped for debts, nor judged by the provost of Paris: they had a special court and an elected chief whom one called the Vice-chancellor; its entry in functions was celebrated by a procession: it had a dress of violet scarlet, a silk belt with gold nipples, a broad cross-belt of ribbon, a mantelet of hermine and a doctor's cap; it had the step on the bishops.

The majority of the students lived joint in the colleges.

One day, tells a chronicler, that the king walked in his palate, it approached the windows to distract itself by the sight of the course of the Seine.

Cars trailed by horses crossed the city then, and by stirring up mud, they made some leave an unbearable odor.

The king could not hold to with it and withdrew himself, but the odor continued it until in its palate; then it conceived a project that none of its predecessors had dared to undertake, because of the expenditure: it convened the middle-class men and the provost of the city, and ordered to them to make pave with strong stones all the streets of the city.

Philippe Auguste, after having exhorted his knights, and called upon for them the divine blessing, put himself at their head and sprang on the enemy.

The action began without order, as in the majority of the feudal combat: Philippe, after having cut through a path through the German infantry, is attacked de.toutes.parts, struck blows, is reversed horse and is pressed with the feet; but its armour protects it, the Guillaume brave man of the Bars and the other knights of its squadron precipitate with his help, release it, give it to horse, then melt with him on the emperor of Germany and put it in escape.

During this time, the line of the French Army pushed back the Flemings and took their duke Ferrand to them, who had praised himself to enter to Paris in triumph; the left collapsed the English and the lorry drivers let us brabançons who formed the right wing of the enemy.

The formidable army of the coalition was destroyed (July 1214).

The battle of Bouvines, which was at the same time the victory of the royalty over the lords, and of France on Germany, caused an immense joy in the kingdom: any work was suspended during several days, and whole France was in festival; everywhere resounded of the anthems and the thanksgivings; churches, houses and thatched cottages avoided hangings and flowers, and the old men danced like young people.

The return of Philippe Auguste was a triumphal walk since the battle field to Paris.

Gone up on his horse of war, the king advanced proudly, the crown with the face, the medium of his knights, the sound of the warlike brass bands.

To his continuation came its prisoner, Ferrand, count de Flandre, lying and connected in a bad carriage: "Ferrand, here you is now shoed," shouted crowd; insults and mocking remarks rained on him, and the king was acclaimed like the saver of France.