primogeniture; Edward accepts this.’
The Duke rocked on his heels and he lifted himself a little so that he was slightly taller than Hereward. ‘It is in the record. Several years ago, Edward sent Robert of Jumieges, a fellow Norman whom he had made Archbishop of Canterbury, to inform me in person that he had nominated me as his heir.’
‘Yes, your Grace, but Harold Godwinson, Earl of Wessex, is now the King’s Earl Marshal. The Godwin family is very powerful, and they would not welcome a Norman on the throne of England.’
The Duke’s guttural voice boomed around his Great Hall. ‘They won’t have any choice! I have sent word to the King, insisting that he sends the Earl of Wessex to me in Rouen, to confirm the succession and his acceptance of it. Edward has agreed and, when the time is right, the Earl will come to my court and swear his loyalty.’
Hereward was astonished. Was this known in England? Many Englishmen disliked Edward’s Norman upbringing. If they knew he planned to hand the throne to the Duke of Normandy, there would be a rebellion among the thegns. After the years of struggle by the Saxons to rid themselves of Scandinavian rulers, they would not give up their land to a Norman without a fight.
‘So, Hereward of Bourne, to the matter in hand. You give good answers; I like you. It is agreed. You will join me, and your companions will be your men-at-arms. I have many excursions planned and, if you prove your worth, your reward will be land in England when I am king. Until then, I will pay you modestly from my exchequer, but I expect you to earn it.’
‘Thank you, your Grace. I should also tell you that I was an outlaw in England, banished by King Edward for an act of vengeance.’
‘A deed done in anger?’
‘No, my Lord, in cold blood.’
‘That is the best kind of revenge; it gives you time to savour it. Worry not; I will set aside your banishment when I am king.’ With that, he slapped Hereward on the back and asked him to sit with him. ‘You will travel with me. In two days, I go on a tour of the provinces to inspect my army. While we travel, you can tell me more about your act of revenge.’
The Duke’s tour of Normandy lasted until Christmas 1063, when tradition required him to be on his ducal throne in Rouen on Christmas Day to receive gifts from his loyal subjects.
Long days in the saddle with his men, in the wind, rain and snow of a Normandy winter, did not seem to discomfort William in the slightest. In fact, he seemed to thrive on it. Generally, he was in good humour, especially when he took a day off to go hunting. He was respected by his men and was usually excellent company. But there was a dark side to his character, which would emerge quickly and uncontrollably. His reactions to indiscipline or misdemeanours of any sort were always severe, usually violent and sometimes bestial. His face would redden to the colour of spilled blood, his eyes would protrude and his voice, harsh at the best of times, would thunder in anger. Everyone knew not to get in his way or catch his eye in such moments. Miscreants would be beaten or flogged; sometimes, he would assault them himself.
In one such incident, witnessed by Hereward, the Duke had to deal with a case of rape and murder committed by a young groom. When the man was brought before the Duke, he made the mistake of trying to excuse his crimes by saying that the girl was very pretty and had smiled at him. The Duke rose in fury and beat him to death with the Baculus, bellowing obscenities at him as he did so. It was the most violent attack on a man Hereward had ever witnessed, even on a battlefield.
He learned that it was not the first time the Duke had personally administered such a punishment.
When they returned to Rouen to celebrate Christmas, Hereward shared his concerns with the others. In particular, he sought their advice on the wisdom of continuing in William’s service.
Martin was usually very talkative, but his mood had become morose in the last few days following news from England of the defeat and slaughter of his King, Gruffydd ap Llywelyn. It was a gruesome story.
At the beginning of 1063, King Edward ordered Harold, Earl of Wessex, to deal with the recalcitrant Welshman once and for all. He led a small band of mounted housecarls on a surprise winter raid on Gruffydd’s royal enclosure on the River Clywd in Rhuddlan. Gruffydd escaped by the skin of his teeth, but Harold destroyed everything in sight, including his entire fleet.
In the summer, Harold went back to Wales with a much bigger army, moving up from the south, while his brother Tostig, Earl of Northumbria, attacked in the north. Three months of bloody clashes ensued, with Gruffydd trying to fight a guerrilla campaign with an ever-dwindling force. Eventually, Gruffydd had to go to ground, but not before a final act of defiance, when, tied to a hinny and suspended by their hair, he returned to Harold the severed heads of eight of his housecarls.
The English were even more vindictive in response, roaming the countryside and carrying out summary executions. The Welsh princes capitulated and sued for peace. Harold, with brutal irony, asked for the head of Gruffydd as a condition of the settlement. His own people relentlessly pursued the King into the wild and desolate mountains of Snowdonia. When he was finally cornered, alone and defenceless, he was bound like a wild boar, hung upside down and beheaded.
Harold had been conciliatory in victory. Gruffydd’s brothers were made earls in Wales as vassals of King Edward. He persuaded the King to revoke the law banning intermarriage between the English and the Welsh and, as an example to all, agreed to take Gruffydd’s widow, Ealdgyth, as his wife.
Martin had much to reflect on in the passing of his king. However, he was firm in his views about the Duke: he did not like him and argued that they should find another employer.
Alphonso was also clear on the subject of service to the Duke. It was cold in Normandy and he wanted to return to the south. For him it was simply a matter of climate.
Einar was level-headed and considered, as usual. He pointed out that there was no finer army in the whole of Europe. The pay was good; Rouen was a fine city and — if Edward had nominated him as his successor — then, one day, William would be the rightful King of England. Ingigerd and Maria agreed with their men, but Torfida was strangely quiet. For her, the months since their arrival in Normandy had passed quickly. She was busy during the week, tutoring the offspring of the rich of Rouen, and on Saturdays she helped the nuns with the poor children at the alms house of Rouen Abbey.
Unusually, Torfida spoke last about the Duke. ‘If William becomes king after Edward’s death, there will be a war, because the English nobles will not accept it. Then there are the Scandinavians; Harald Hardrada and Svein Estrithson, King of the Danes, both have envious eyes on England. We could easily have another Scandinavian ruling at Winchester. England could become an unholy battleground between three ferocious armies — ’
Maria interrupted Torfida in full flow. ‘You paint a frightening picture, Torfida, but what of us? What do we do?’
Torfida’s reply was succinct. ‘As for us, Maria, we follow a path that has been pointing towards England ever since we left Melfi.’
Hereward had been thinking carefully about all that had been said. ‘Maria, it is always your choice whether you continue with us on our journey. Torfida and I have chosen our path and we will follow it. The rest of you must find your destinies. If you think they are with us, we will always be in your debt; if you choose another path, we will understand and you will go with our blessing.’
Ingigerd responded without hesitation. ‘I think I can speak for all of us. Where you go, we go; it’s as simple as that.’
Torfida embraced each of them in turn and thanked them for their loyalty.
Hereward returned to the vexing subject of the English succession. ‘It is not Edith who has failed to provide an heir; it’s the other way round. Edward likes boys, it’s well known. They say Edith is a virgin and that the King only married her to cement the alliance with her father, Earl Godwin. A queen can’t sprout an heir if her king doesn’t plant his royal seed.’
Torfida responded, repeating her catechism about destiny. ‘Perhaps you’re right. But my point is, a great war is coming and, somehow, we are going to be a part of it. I am certain that our journey has been leading us to it, so we must continue what we are doing and wait to see what our destiny brings us.’
‘I cannot fight for the Normans against the English — they are my people.’
‘And mine, Hereward. I am not suggesting that we fight our own people. We should continue as we are for now; we can make our decision about what to do when the time comes. This Duke is a fearsome man, but we have been delivered here for a reason. That reason will soon become clear, I know it.’
Hereward looked around the table.
