Conquest

It was an astonishing feat of endurance but, sadly for Harold and for England, they were forty-five minutes too late to save the day. When they saw the Norman knights hounding the remnants of Harold’s army in headlong flight, they formed up on a ridge above a narrow valley and ambushed wave upon wave of them, until several hundred bodies filled the ravine at a place the Normans immediately christened the ‘Malfosse’. Although the moment seemed sweet, the Northerners soon heard of the catastrophe at Senlac and the slaughter of the King. They had little choice but to melt away to avoid the main force of Normans.

After sounding a general recall to try and get some discipline back into his forces, William and his high command, too exhausted to go anywhere, spent the night on the battlefield amid the bodies of the dead and dying.

Hereward’s companions escaped under darkness and took his shattered body westwards across the Downs as far as they could, before descending into a wooded valley to find water and a place to camp. Hereward’s breathing was shallow, his complexion ashen and his body temperature minimal. Death was near. Alphonso, the most knowledgeable about wounds and healing, faced a dilemma: should he cauterize the wounds with a hot blade to prevent infection? If he did, the shock might be too much in Hereward’s weakened state.

As his leader was still unconscious, Alphonso decided to sear the wounds. With Einar and Martin holding Hereward’s body, Alphonso applied a heated seax, making his leader convulse with shock. They dressed his wounds tightly and wrapped him in his warm winter cloak before carefully placing him close to the fire. Martin went off to hunt hare or rabbit, while the others took turns to stand sentry.

It was thirty-six hours before Hereward regained consciousness, and they immediately began to force food into his mouth. Alphonso’s worst fears were soon realized: he was infected. It was almost certainly blood poisoning caused by arrows dipped in some form of poison or human and animal faeces. It was a well-known trick of archers to add the insult of poison to the injury of the arrowhead. They needed to find a physician — not easy at the best of times, but with the country about to dissolve into panic and chaos after a calamitous defeat, it might well be impossible.

Their first thought was Torfida at Glastonbury, but that was too far. Their second hope was Harold’s manor at Bosham, but they thought it likely that William would soon despatch some men there to defile further the King’s memory. They decided that Winchester would be the safest option. Although Edith, King Edward’s widow, was thought to have conspired with Tostig against King Harold, she was, after all, a Godwinson and Harold’s sister. Surely, after the slaughter at Senlac Ridge, she would offer Hereward the assistance of her physicians.

The three men made a stretcher from branches and tied the head end to the saddle of Hereward’s horse. They then took it in turns to form a pair to carry the feet end, while the third led the horses. Hereward was over the initial shock of his injuries and the loss of blood. The first threat to his life, caused by the trauma of his wounds, had passed. But his body boiled with fever. Whenever he was conscious enough, they poured water or stew down his throat. Three times they opened his arrow wounds, cleaned them out and cauterized them again. Fortunately, the spear wound to his shoulder, although the most severe, had not become infected.

They made slow progress, taking almost a week to get to Winchester. When they arrived, the gates were closed and the sentries nervous. Only their bloodstained jerkins, easily recognizable as those worn by Harold’s elite hearthtroop, earned the four of them admission to the burgh. Several fyrdmen and a few surviving housecarls had made it to Winchester, so the details of the battle were known.

Before the three weary men made any attempt to seek help, they received bad news. William’s forces were on the loose, and Dover had been looted and burned. Part of the Norman army was approaching Canterbury and several squadrons were reported to be heading west towards Winchester. The old Queen had already made a hasty departure for the nunnery at Salisbury. Most of the garrison had left and were heading for Glastonbury; there would be little help for Hereward in Winchester.