Knights of the Hawk

‘It’s them,’ he said. ‘The Frenchmen!’

I glanced up and saw him pointing towards the southern horizon, where once more the black speck of a ship was visible. Her sail was furled, and so it was hard to be sure, but there was little doubt in either my mind — or Magnus’s — that Wyvern had returned. At once he began barking orders to his crew and beating a quicker time upon the drum. He realised, and so did I, that we couldn’t rely on another squall blowing in to help us escape, not this time, and so if we were to have any chance of outrunning them, it would have to be through our own toil.

‘Row,’ Magnus roared. ‘Harder, you bastards, you sons of whores, you lice-ridden dogs!’

Quickly, though, it became clear that it wouldn’t be enough. Before, with the wind behind us, we just about been able to keep pace with Wyvern, for we were lighter and narrower and shallower of draught, and therefore easily able to skip across the waves. But when it came to a battle of oars alone we could not compete, for she had almost as many rowers on one bank as we had on both larboard and steerboard together.

‘Faster!’ Ælfhelm bellowed, adding his exhortations to those of his lord. ‘Faster, you wretches!’

But it was no use, and they both realised it, too, as Wyvern continued to bear down on us. We were steering as close to the rocky shore as Uhtferth dared, yet still she was closing. The other ship’s thirty pairs of oars rose and fell in steady rhythm, like the beating of wings, as she soared across the blue- grey waters, gliding through the spume and the spray, while desperately we floundered. She was little more than an arrow’s flight away now, close enough that I could hear their shouts, though not close enough to hear what it was they were saying. They had chased us across the kingdom of England, from the fenlands to the Marches, across the sea to foreign shores, and now finally their doggedness was to be rewarded, for they had caught us.

‘To arms,’ I shouted, not just to my knights but to those of Magnus’s huscarls who weren’t at oar. I’d already donned my helmet and buckled my sword-belt upon my waist, and now snatched up one of the round shields that I’d purchased in Dyflin, gripping the leather brases firmly in my hand.

I’d never had to fight aboard ship before, although I had come close to doing so on occasion, and didn’t much relish the prospect, especially when it meant coming to blows with fellow Frenchmen and even, possibly, the man who had been my lord. But if a battle was what he wanted, a battle was what he would get. He wouldn’t take me without a struggle.

‘Scyld,’ Magnus shouted to one of his men, cursing violently. ‘Bring me scyld!’

My eyes met his. I saw the grim look upon his face, and wondered if he remembered our conversation the other night, and whether he still had half a mind to turn me over. His huscarls closed ranks around him, beating their sword-hilts, the flats of their blades and their spear-hafts against their shields, raising the battle- thunder.

‘Acwellath hi!’ Magnus roared in his own tongue, and the cry was taken up by the rest of his men. Kill them. He wasn’t about to forsake me, then. Not yet, anyway.

By then the remaining rowers had realised they faced a struggle they could not win, and had hauled in their oars, abandoning them in favour of knives and axes and whatever other weapons were to hand. They rushed to form a line along Nihtegesa’s broadside, making ready to face the onslaught as the ship heaved and rolled in the swell. The deck was slippery and I almost fell, but managed to recover my balance in time.

‘To arms,’ I yelled at Serlo and Pons and Godric, thinking that perhaps they hadn’t heard me, then in English to Eithne: ‘Get below deck.’

‘I can fight,’ she protested. ‘Give me a knife and I’ll fight.’

Having heard the tale of how she had resisted her captors in the battle for the Isle, I didn’t doubt her, but whatever others might believe, I held to the opinion that a battle was no place for a woman.

‘Do as I say,’ I roared. ‘Now!’

Beneath the platforms at either end of the ship there were compartments where supplies were usually stored so as to keep them dry, each of them large enough for a person, or several people, to hide in. She scowled, but thankfully didn’t need telling again, which was as well, since I had no more time for her then.

‘What are you standing there for?’ I asked the others, who still hadn’t moved.

‘You want us to fight them, lord?’ Serlo asked, and his misgivings were clear in his tone. ‘Our own countrymen?’

‘Do you have something else in mind?’

‘We can’t win,’ Pons shouted as spray crashed over the prow. ‘There are too many of them.’

‘We’ve faced worse odds than these, haven’t we?’ I shot back. ‘We can hold them off, I know it.’

‘They’ve caught us, lord,’ Serlo said. ‘It’s over. There’s no shame in yielding.’

‘We don’t have any choice, lord,’ Pons added.

My blood boiled. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own knights, oath-sworn to my service, were turning against me.

‘Lord-’ Godric started, but I was in no mood to listen to their protests any longer, least of all from him, the runt on whose behalf I had fought and killed Guibert. He, ultimately, was the reason why we were here, and yet, in spite of everything I’d done for him and the protection I’d given him, he still had the nerve to question me.

‘No,’ I said, interrupting him. ‘I haven’t come this far to give up now. So tell me, are you with me, or against me?’

It must have seemed to them as if a kind of madness had taken hold of me, that I’d taken leave of my senses, although it did not feel that way at the time. Rather, it seemed to me that everything had suddenly become clear. I could not let Robert and his men take me. I had come too far now to be steered from this course, to let this undertaking come to naught.

‘Lord!’

‘What?’ I demanded, as I turned to Godric, who was pointing eagerly out across the wide blue-grey expanse, his eyes bright, his voice filled not with alarm but with joy. For while we had been arguing, I realised, he had been watching Wyvern, and now I saw what he had spotted.

For she wasn’t closing as if to attack us, as I’d expected. Her oarsmen had slackened their rhythm, and rather than drawing directly alongside us, as they would have done if they’d wanted to grapple and board us, they seemed to be keeping their distance. Instead of presenting a wall of painted leather and a forest of steel, the men aboard her were waving towards us, hailing us, although their cries were all but drowned out by Magnus and his men. They were still beating out the battle-thunder upon their shields, roaring insults and taunts at our pursuers, swearing death upon them. I could barely hear my own thoughts, let alone make out what those on the other ship were trying to say.

But then, through the din of steel and limewood and jeers and curses, I heard what sounded like my name. The sun was behind the other ship, casting her crew in shadow, and the sea all around was flashing bright, so that for an instant I was blinded. With my free hand I shielded my eyes from the glare, and that was when I saw two figures standing at Wyvern’s prow. They were both waving, trying to catch our attention, one a little taller than the other, both with scabbards hanging from their waists.

The taller of the two cupped his hands around his lips. ‘Tancred!’ he yelled, and this time he was close enough that I recognised his voice.

‘Eudo!’ I said, and no sooner had I done so than I realised who the second figure must be. ‘Wace!’

The other ship drew closer still. The sun disappeared for a moment behind a wisp of cloud, and suddenly I was able to see them clearly.

At first I thought my eyes had to be deceiving me. How long was it since I’d last seen them? Not since that night at Heia, more than a month ago, I reckoned, although I’d lost count of the days. All at once the battle-anger that until then had been coursing through my veins vanished. But surprised as I was to see them both here, to say I was overjoyed would be false. They were still sworn to Robert, after all. Wasn’t that why they had followed me?

‘Do you know these people?’ Magnus asked me as he made a sign to his huscarls, who ceased clattering their weapons against their shield-rims, although they continued to regard Wyvern and those aboard her warily.