The Last Conquest

The Last Conquest

Berwick Coates

Language: English

Pages: 343

ISBN: 1471111946

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Hastings, October 1066. The Normans have landed in Sussex, ready for battle. They have prepared for everything about the English - except their absence…

This is the story of the greatest battle ever seen on British soil and of the men who fought it. This is the story of the Battle of Hastings.

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me, they are very good.’ He waved an arm to the woods where the army was resting. ‘What strength, what gear do we have for a siege? What do we have to get us over fortified walls? How many shire levies and farmers’ boys will camp in the open for weeks and watch the Normans feasting in the warm inside? Because, be sure, they will be well stocked and furnished. Thorough, see?’ Harold shook his head. ‘No, my brother, we must prise the Bastard away from his cosy castle and his beloved ships. Far

Roger of Montgomery grinned to himself in the dark. The men were grumbling well this morning – a good sign. All the grooms, valets and servants had turned out of sleep at the first order and worked with a will – another good sign. Sir Roger looked towards a faint glow announcing the coming dawn. Where would he be this time tomorrow, he wondered. He crossed himself, took the reins from his chief groom, and mounted. It was time to bring his contingent to the assembly point. Scouts had been out

for the darting eyes. ‘Fitz,’ he said. ‘Sum it up.’ Sir William Fitzosbern leaned forward, and put his hands together like a judge. Gilbert, not sure whether to withdraw or to stay, looked for help to his old master, Geoffrey de Montbrai, and asked a question with his eyebrows. Geoffrey frowned and nodded for him to remain. ‘Our scouts bring us mere threads,’ said Fitzosbern. ‘We can not yet weave them into a clear tapestry. Indeed we can make only outline patterns, and several possible

stopped twiddling and pointed towards Gilbert. ‘This man’s report.’ Giffard looked sharply at Gilbert, as if trying to read some answer on Gilbert’s face, and then back at Fitzosbern. ‘All he said was “north”.’ ‘And one other thing,’ said Fitzosbern. ‘He said the man who said it was excited. Excited. Not desolate.’ ‘So he knew about your “second battle”?’ said Montgomery. ‘And it was a victory for Harold?’ said Geoffrey de Montbrai, clinching it. Fitzosbern pushed the candlestick back into

blinked and grimaced. Why should it have been Agnes? Why take his sister and leave Fitz’s mother and Geoffrey’s old paramour? God’s Teeth! They all lived in the same convent. Fitzosbern continued to avoid his gaze. ‘It was Geoffrey’s man who brought the news.’ ‘Thierry?’ Fitzosbern shrugged. ‘You know what I am like with names. He is the one who eats all the time.’ Baldwin pulled himself together. He indicated the ship – barely more than a barge – that Fitzosbern had just left. Some of the

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