This gave the Duke the opportunity to invade Brittany and make his western border secure all the way to the Atlantic.
Ten days later, William’s army was in the field, in battle order, and approaching Normandy’s border with Brittany. The Duke’s army was ready to flex its muscles and demonstrate to Harold the power of Normandy’s military machine.
With the towering citadel of Mont St Michel in the distance, Harold was impressed by the army of Normandy as it marched across in full battle regalia. There were over 2,500 men, the elite of William’s forces. Harold headed a contingent of forty Englishmen. Just behind him, carried by two of his housecarls, were the Earl’s war banners: the Dragon of Wessex and his own personal ensign, the Fighting Man. The English standards were flying as part of the colours of a Norman army, which, if events were to unfold as seemed likely, might soon be an occupying army in England.
They crossed the border with Brittany at the River Couesnon. Barely ten miles further on, Lord Rivallon was besieged behind the walls of Dol by Conan’s army. Duke William ordered a halt and then gave instructions to make ready a forward camp so that they could move off before dawn and attack on the cusp of daylight.
That evening, the strategy was agreed: with the infantry in reserve, William would advance with his cavalry and mount an immediate attack. The Earl of Wessex, his knights, his housecarls and Hereward, with his three men-at-arms, would form their own conroi, and would attack second in line of precedence. They would be to the right of William’s personal conroi, the Matilda Squadron, each of whom carried on their lances a sky-blue riband, the favours of Duchess Matilda.
The attack the next day was swift and decisive. The Bretons were caught in the open, largely unprepared; they had expected a traditional pitched battle and were surprised by a cavalry attack in semi-darkness. Most of their cavalrymen were mounted, but not drawn up sufficiently well to rebuff a full-frontal charge. William’s attack at full gallop was an awesome sight: 300 horses sweeping across the contours of the countryside in twelve tightly formed conroi, in three waves, four conroi abreast.
It was futile for the Bretons to try to engage. Count Conan, realizing that the day was lost before it had begun, joined his men in flight. When the horn sounded for lances to be couched, a great roar went up from the walls of Dol to match the thunder of the hooves of the Norman horde, and the slaughter began. For the Norman cavalry it was like sticking pigs in the forest, as they cut the Bretons down one by one.
Eventually, some pockets of resistance did form, as a few men decided to turn and fight. In one incident, a large group of Bretons managed to unseat three Norman knights by luring them into soft ground. The Normans were obviously in peril and Harold, leading the nearest conroi, went to their aid. He ordered his men to dismount and attack on foot, to avoid the same fate that had befallen the heavy Norman horses. With his housecarls behind him and Hereward and his companions in the midst of them, he set about the enemy.
It was an impressive onslaught, conducted in William’s full view. Harold, advancing at the point of a wedge of flailing yet precisely choreographed English battle-axes, cut his way through the melee. Using their shields as a solid defensive wall, and striking either side of them with their axes, the Anglo-Saxon housecarls demonstrated to William their renowned battle technique at its best. Hereward was in his element, not only because it was hand- to-hand combat, but because the men he was fighting with were his kith and kin and he was but a yard from Harold, the Earl Marshal of England. Supported by Martin, Einar and Alphonso, he kept a close eye on Harold, constantly protecting his flanks and rear.
It did not take long to rescue the beleaguered Normans and get them mounted on their destriers. William was doubly delighted: the Bretons had been routed and taught a lesson they would never forget; and his English guest had not only witnessed the victory, but had also played a heroic part in it.
The Duke decided that he liked the Earl of Wessex; he was a brave warrior and a man worthy of standing with Normans in battle. He hoped that, following his succession, Harold Godwinson would agree to be his Earl Marshal and thus avert a revolt by the English earls.
William’s dreams of wealth and power were becoming more and more tangible by the day.
Harold talked at great length to Hereward on the march back from Dol. The Earl was impressed by the carnage wrought by Hereward’s Great Axe during the skirmish and thanked him for staying so close to him. Harold described himself as a soldier at heart, a man who felt more comfortable on the battlefield than at court. Nevertheless, he had gradually grown to respect King Edward, whose effete manner and Norman sympathies he had initially despised. At first, he had refused to travel to Normandy for a meeting with William, but the King had finally convinced him. He was a persuasive man and a shrewd and clever ruler who had done much to bring stability and prosperity to England. Now that his long reign was in its twilight years, Edward feared the uncouth barbarians from Scandinavia, especially Harald Hardrada, the King of Norway.
Edward was convinced that to secure England’s future, he had to forge an alliance with the Normans. Hemmed in by the French to the south, and the Holy Roman Empire to the east, the Normans needed land and a kingdom to call their own. In exchange, England would get what it needed: a bridge to mainland Europe and its sophistication; the Norman spirit of adventure and conquest; and their rigid system of social discipline. To achieve this, Edward knew that William would have to be his successor; there was no other choice.
Hereward was appalled to hear Harold’s account of Edward’s reasoning. It would mean the end of everything he cared for as an Englishman. England’s traditional Anglo-Saxon culture would be transformed from its pastoral simplicity into the harsh efficiency of a Norman state.
He decided to say what was on his mind. ‘But, my Lord, you could be King.’
Harold smiled at him warmly. ‘Most people think that I want the throne, but I’m a soldier, not a king. Edward says the days of warrior kings will soon be over, that there are far more important things for a king to do than rampage across the country fighting battles.’
‘I’m not sure, my Lord. The Duke of Normandy is a warrior; he fights his own battles and rules his domain as firmly as any in Europe.’
‘The King says men like the Duke of Normandy and Harald Hardrada are a dying breed; that England must be ready to change from its ancient customs and practices and become a land with an ordered system of government like the empires of Europe.’
‘Perhaps, but I still believe you could guide England’s future just as forcefully as William.’
‘The King doesn’t think I have a good enough claim. Although my Anglo-Saxon pedigree is noble, I have no claim to the Cerdician line of Edward’s family; that honour rests with Edgar the Atheling. Both the Duke and Hardrada have blood much closer to the King’s.’
‘But you would be the choice of the Witan; all the earls would support you.’
‘Edward doesn’t believe kings should be chosen by the earls and the thegns; he thinks that it leads to intrigue and anarchy. He says that monarchs should rule by dint of their bloodline, so that succession is beyond argument.’
‘My Lord, I can’t begin to think of England under Norman rule. All Anglo-Saxons will fight to the last man to prevent that.’
‘I think you’re right; our people will fight and thousands will die. Edward knows that if I support the Duke and he gives me and my fellow earls appropriate concessions, we might create an alliance that most of England could be persuaded to accept and war would be averted. However, what no one knows is whether William would make such a bargain and, if he did, whether he would keep it.’
Sensing that these matters would be talked of many times before a decision was made, Harold abruptly changed the subject of the conversation to a preoccupation more typical of soldiers on campaign. He reminisced about the seductive qualities of Edith Swan-Neck, who had given him five children, before moving on to the merits of Norman women. Few had impressed him, but there was a young girl at William’s court to whom he had taken a particular liking. If William would agree, he intended to bed her as soon as they reached Rouen. He had been away for many weeks and a romp with a soft and slender young beauty was long overdue, especially one as sweet as the girl he had in mind.
Hereward smiled inwardly at Harold’s earthy manner. There was nothing devious or complicated about him; he had simple virtues and easy vices, just like his soldiers. The more Hereward thought about it, the more he was convinced that, after Edward’s death, England had to be ruled by Harold. Plain man or not, Harold would do what was right according to the old ways: merciless in battle, magnanimous in victory; harsh with wrongdoers, kind to the righteous.
Hereward looked at the Earl of Wessex riding beside him and, in that moment, resolved that he would do all
