William the Norman landed with sixty thousand
men in Sussex, as many of you already know, while we were in
Northumbria, or I trow he had never landed at all. The day after
tomorrow we don our harness again to meet this new foe, but it will
be child's play compared with that which is past. Shall we, who
have conquered the awful Harold Hardrada, the victor of a hundred
fights, fear these puny Frenchmen? They have come in a large fleet;
a fishing boat will be too roomy to take them back; their bones
will whiten and enrich the fields of Sussex for generations."
"The day after tomorrow!--start again the day after tomorrow, oh,
my lord!" said a gentle, pleading voice.
"It must be so, my love; but why doubt that the God who has already
given us such an earnest of victory will protect us still, and
preserve us to each other?"
All the charm of the banquet was gone to the devoted wife, but
young Wilfred pressed to his father's side.
"Thou wilt take me this time, father."
"Why, my boy, thou art barely fifteen, not old enough or strong
enough yet to cope with men."
"But these Normans are hardly men."
"I fear me too much for thy tender age."
"Oh, father, let me go."
"Nay, thy mother needs thy care."
"But I must begin some day, and what day better than this? I can
fight by thy side.
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