Crusade

I had not met him before but I recognized the knight who brought him to court. They rode into Rouen’s keep together, the knight carrying the colours of Toulouse. The boy, although far too young, was dressed as a sergeant-at-arms. I strode over to greet them.

‘You must be Edwin of Glastonbury; you stood with Hereward during the revolt.’

‘I am, my Lord Prince. It is good to see you again; a few years have passed.’

‘Indeed. And who is the young man?’

‘Let me introduce Sweyn of Bourne. Sweyn, it is your privilege to meet Prince Edgar, the rightful heir to the English throne.’

Sweyn looked confident, spoke clearly and bowed deferentially to Edgar.

‘My Lord Prince, it is an honour to meet you at long last. Our paths almost crossed in England, but I was only a boy then and you would not have remembered me.’

I smiled to myself. Sweyn, so obviously still a boy, clearly thought of himself as a grown man. He was of average height and not particularly broad, but was lean and had a determined look about him. His clothes were plain but good quality, as were his weapons. He was dark-haired and tanned, and could well have passed for a man from Aquitaine rather than an Englishman.

‘Stewards, take the horses of our noble guests. Edwin, Sweyn, come into the hall and rest. Count Robert is out hunting. He will be delighted to meet you later.’

I ushered them both to the fire, eager to hear their news.

‘So, you are in training to be a knight?’

‘I am trying, sire. But I am not of high birth, so I must train as a soldier first and then hope I can win the right to carry a knight’s pennon.’

‘You are not related to Hereward?’

‘No, my Lord. My father was a humble villein, bonded to Hereward’s father, Thegn Leofric. He was killed when Ogier the Breton and his thugs came to our village. I was the only one who got away. My mother hid me in the hayloft where I waited until nightfall, when I crept away. Three girls survived as well; they were taken as playthings by Ogier and his men and defiled until Hereward came and saved us.’

‘He had a habit of doing that. He saved my life too.’

‘Sire, I try to be like him every day.’

‘That is a very noble ambition. Edwin, I have so many questions for you about Ely… But first, why are you here?’

‘I am Sweyn’s guardian, and his care and future matter to me more than anything. I had heard that you were at Count Robert’s court, so now that Sweyn is old enough, I hope to be able to place myself at your service as a knight and begin Sweyn’s training and education.’

‘You are both welcome. The Count will be pleased to have two sturdy Englishmen in his retinue, especially ones who stood with Hereward of Bourne. But tell me how you got away from Ely.’

Sweyn, with a self-confident air beyond his years, answered in Edwin’s stead.

‘The King spared us in circumstances we still don’t understand. We were all captured as we tried to escape. We know that Martin, Einar and Alphonso died in the siege and that Hereward was almost the last man standing when he was overpowered. He was bound and flogged to the point of death and then taken into the Chapel of St Etheldreda by the King, who summoned Hereward’s daughters, Gunnhild and Estrith. What happened after that is a mystery. We never saw them again.’

‘William must have had them killed.’

Edwin resumed the account.

‘We assume so, but, as you can imagine, there are many stories, some more plausible than others.’

‘They are not dead.’ Sweyn spoke with firmness, verging on ferocity, a fire burning in his eyes.

‘Sweyn, you are addressing a prince,’ Edwin reminded him.

‘I am sorry, sire, but I am sure they live. I will find Hereward and his daughters. Perhaps then I can repay the debt I owe them.’

‘My Prince, of Sweyn’s many passions that is his most ardent, closely followed by his loathing of Normans.’

‘Well, both are not without reason, but you have brought him to the court of the Count of Normandy, who is, pro tempore, Duke of all Normans.’

‘That, sire, will be part of his education. He will learn that there is good and bad in all men — and good and bad men in all places.’

Sweyn looked at Edwin sullenly, clearly not convinced.

‘So, Edwin, where is your home?’

‘We are from a place called St Cirq Lapopie on the Lot, close to Cahors, in the realm of Geoffrey, Count of Toulouse. Hereward’s family settled there after Senlac Ridge. I first met them when King Harold’s widow, Edith Swan-Neck, sent me there to ask Hereward to come back to England to lead the English revolt. Sadly, when the revolt failed and King William released us after the stand of the Brotherhood at Ely, we returned there. The King was surprisingly magnanimous and let us keep all our silver and possessions. Our land had been well managed while we were away, so we wanted for nothing — except of course those we loved, who we left behind in England. Since then, we’ve prospered.’

‘I’m glad you found some comfort after all your trials in England.’

Sweyn spoke up again.