They walked at a quiet pace, waving salutations to the captains, or stopped to speak to the soldiers, saying that all was finished and that justice was about to be done to their claims.
Many of them saw a camp of Mercenaries for the first time.

Instead of the confusion which they had pictured to themselves, there prevailed everywhere terrible silence and order.

A grassy rampart formed a lofty wall round the army immovable by the shock of catapults.

The ground in the streets was sprinkled with fresh water; through the holes in the tents they could perceive tawny eyeballs gleaming in the shade.

The piles of pikes and hanging panoplies dazzled them like mirrors.