Conquest

Messengers were despatched to all parts of the realm. Harold had estimated that he needed at least 4,000 housecarls for the clash against William and possibly as many as 6,000 fyrdmen. He prayed that the annual harvesting had been completed and that such a force could be assembled. Most of his brothers’ housecarls — those of Gyrth, Earl of East Anglia, and of Leofwine, Earl of the South West Midlands — were still in reserve and were among England’s finest. His biggest concern was the availability of the men of Edwin, Earl of Mercia, and Morcar, Earl of Northumbria. Between them, they had well over 1,000 housecarls of the highest quality but, despite the fact that both men had promised Harold their support, he knew their commitment was questionable. Fiercely expressed separatism had always been a part of northern politics and Harold suspected that Edwin’s and Morcar’s real purpose was independence for the North.

At the end of the third day of the march south, the advanced party of the army was approaching the River Trent at Newark. News had reached the locals of the great victory at Stamford Bridge, and the King was greeted with loud cheers as he approached the walls of the burgh. He acknowledged the gifts of food from the local burghers, but passed straight through, hoping to camp further south on the road to London.

‘These Mercians seem genuine in their affection for you, sire.’

‘It is never the people who make life difficult for kings, Hereward. It is their leaders who plot and scheme; it is their ambitions that are at the root of mischief. All the people want is peace and food in their bellies.’

Hereward’s admiration for his king, a monarch not of royal blood but nevertheless a great leader, grew by the day. ‘Sire, do you think that a kingdom can ever be stronger than the tribal loyalties of its people?’

‘Yes, I hope so. As in Roman times, or under Alfred, people will readily lend their allegiance to something far greater than their tribe. If their leaders bring them peace and prosperity, they will follow them.’

‘Torfida and I often talk about the Greeks and the Romans and how they believed that people could govern themselves according to principles enshrined in laws and codes of honour.’

‘That is my dream for England, Hereward. We are a new people, mere infants compared to the civilizations of antiquity. But England is a rich land with strong people of many races; perhaps we can create a way of life that will be admired like those of Greece and Rome.’

‘That is a laudable ambition, my Lord, but it needs men like you to achieve it.’

‘But it also needs men like you, Hereward, and women like Torfida. Great civilizations are built by people of intelligence, wisdom and courage, not just by kings.’

Hereward longed to tell Torfida about the King’s leadership and how well he carried the Talisman. Soon he would have the opportunity he craved; the King had sent word to Glastonbury that their families should join them in London. He had also sent a messenger to Winchester to summon Edith Swan-Neck. Harold knew that it would be an opportunity for them to say farewell to those who would face the impending challenge from Duke William.

Dusk was fast approaching when Harold’s scouts returned with news that there was a suitable clearing ahead for a night camp. The scouts were not alone. A captain of the housecarls of Earl Gyrth, accompanied by two sergeants-at-arms, had met them on the road. Their horses had been ridden hard for many hours and Harold and his entourage guessed immediately what their news would be.

‘Sire… William, Duke of Normandy, landed a large invasion force at Pevensey two days ago. There was no resistance and they are already on the rampage, looting, burning and desecrating wherever they go. They are executing the priests; whole villages of menfolk are being murdered, the women raped, even boys as young as twelve are being cut down.’

The King visibly flinched at the news. ‘Thank you for your report, Captain. How many are there in William’s force?’

‘Sire, Lord Gyrth’s scouts are counting now, but an elderly local man, who served with King Edward’s housecarls, estimated about ten thousand: at least three thousand cavalry and six thousand infantry.’

There was a stunned silence at the size of the Duke’s invasion force. It confirmed the King’s most pessimistic prediction.

‘Captain, rest your horses and get some sleep. Hereward, send Martin Lightfoot to see what he can tell us of the Normans’ plans.’

Hereward gave Martin detailed instructions about what was needed. The King ordered fresh horses to be brought up so that he and his personal bodyguard of two squadrons could push on to London. He left instructions for his force from Stamford Bridge to come on as quickly as it could and for the entire army to assemble in London in five days’ time, six at the most.