As if on queue, Harold appeared, marching his soldiers forward and positioning them atop the hill. The chain of warriors arranged on either side of him suddenly tensed in readiness and an abrupt hushed silence fell among them as the hum of a thousand men broadened the rolling hills. Harold and his army traveled from York as William had stationed his men in East Sussex, waiting patiently for the enemy. Fallon felt that familiar rush of adrenaline anticipating a drawn out battle that would undoubtedly leave a monumental spread of fallen men and a certain effect on the English throne. William's fierce expression revealed naught but instead implanted a deep crease across his forehead, his brooding countenance as stoic as granite, and a sharp gleam flared with intensity as his dark eyes swept along his army. He and a thousand others, equipped in battle armor waited atop a steep slope for one purpose alone to ensure that William the Duke of Normandy, rightful heir to the English throne, seized his legitimate crown from Godwinson. William was not to become successor to the English crown.įallon slid a glance sideways, studying the man intently to his left. Harold had once pledged his allegiance to William after being rescued by the Duke when shipwrecked but the day after Edward's death, the crown was claimed by Godwinson and their treaty was broken. When informed of Harold's coronation, William became furious for an oath between the two had been violated. He smirked inwardly for the shaded weather was as disagreeable as the current King sitting on the English throne.Īllegedly the crown had been promised to William by his cousin and former King, Edward the Confessor, but upon his deathbed, believed in a form of desperation after having produced no children during his lifetime, Edward had announced Harold Godwinson, brother to Queen Edith, as heir to the throne. The massive black beast beneath him snickered uneasily, shaking its sleek head as the stallion paced sideways, its large hooves treading the muggy earth.įallon Macaulay tightened his hold around the reins to steady Thor, cursing the animal for his uncanny sensibilities to impending danger.īeneath his steel helmet, he cast a fleeting glance to the lingering gray sky, noting a thickness of clouds brimming with what appeared to soon be a downfall of heavy rain accompanied with brisk winds.
If you can overlook the errors (until editing) then happy reading.:) ***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** This story is in dire need of editing.
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