Conquest

Still heaving from the forceful delivery of his rhetoric, he looked into their eyes once more, hoping that his words had persuaded them. It was a stirring speech — his words so powerful, his conviction so firm. By its end, every man present was prepared to forego his doubts and support his King.

Loud cheers echoed around the hall, as the warriors raised their axes and beat their shields like drums of war.

The King raised his hands, appealing for a final word. ‘I am not deaf to the advice given here today. Your counsel is wise, but I am responsible for every man, woman and child who, at this very moment, is being put to the sword by the Norman butchers. I will wait until dawn on the morning of the eleventh, but no longer. All men who have made it to London by then will muster on Lambeth Fields at first light and we will leave for the coast as soon as the tally is done. Any forces not assembled by then must come on as soon as they can.’

Harold had bowed a little to those who had argued for caution and decided upon a delay of five days for preparation, consolidation and the arrival of fresh men. He had done some very agonizing arithmetic: every day meant more men for his army, but every day brought more death and suffering for the people of the south coast.

His solution to the ghastly equation was five days.

Harold raised his sword in one hand and his mace of kingship in the other. ‘God bless you all. For England!’

‘For Harold! For England!’ came the instant reply.

17. Slaughter on Senlac Ridge

At a tearful gathering on the north side of the old bridge at Westminster on the evening of 10 October, Hereward and his followers said their farewells. They had made elaborate plans for a rendezvous, whether in victory or in defeat, in Glastonbury on the eve of All Hallows, the last day of October. The following day, on the day of celebration for All Saints, they would decide their future and determine whether their destiny had been fulfilled.

Hereward took Torfida to one side to whisper his final thoughts. ‘The King has been very generous; make sure you keep the silver safely hidden. There is enough for all of you for the rest of your lives. If I don’t return, but the King is victorious, you will be able to live out your days here in England. If the King perishes, this land will not be worth living in. Go south; from what Alphonso tells me, Aquitaine, Castile and Leon are lands to explore. It will be warm there and the girls will grow strong and healthy.’

Torfida looked at Hereward as resolutely as she could, even though her eyes were full of tears. ‘I don’t need any more instructions; I’m not a child. Just return safely. Stay close to the King; he will need you. He is the rightful inheritor of the Talisman of Truth and a noble warrior. Everything he has done in the past nine months has had the sure touch of a wise and gracious monarch.’

The two embraced tightly.

Hereward spoke first. ‘Until All Hallows Eve, my darling.’

‘Until the Feast of the Dead, my brave Hereward — the feast of the Norman dead!’

Hereward, Einar and Alphonso crossed the bridge at Westminster. Martin was already in the midst of danger, scouting the Norman camps.

The other three were about to join him in a battle which would be a fight to the death for Harold and those close to him.

By nightfall on 13 October, the Saxon army had arrived at Caldbec Hill, a well-known landmark within a few miles of the south coast, which the King had specified as the ideal rendezvous point. Martin and the other scouts had made their reports and confirmed that William was well prepared, but that he had exhausted all local supplies and would soon venture beyond his bridgehead. Morale was still high in his army, despite some impatience about the delay in attacking the hinterland and in being denied the booty waiting to be seized.

William first became aware of Harold’s force as it moved from Caldbec Hill at first light the next morning. Realizing that Harold held the higher ground, the Duke despatched a contingent of horsemen and archers to try and prevent the Saxon army reaching Senlac Ridge, a point just beyond Caldbec Hill which would give Harold an ideal defensive position for his shield wall. Harold was alert to the move and immediately ordered a mass advance in battle order, a manoeuvre that was successful, despite some serious losses from the lethal crossbows of Richard of Evreux. The Saxons had never seen crossbows before and some of the fyrdmen were unnerved by them. Nevertheless, Harold had the ground he wanted and slowly, over the next two hours, the armies got themselves into position.