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Then he returned thanks to God, and in his pride ordered his standard to be brought and set up on high
where the English standard had stood; and that was the signal of his having conquered, and beaten down the standard.
And he ordered his tent to be raised on the spot among the dead, and had his meat brought thither, and
his supper prepared there.
"Then he took of his armor; and the barons and knights pages and squires came, when he had unstrung his
shield; and they took the helmet from his head, and the hauberk from his back, and saw the heavy blows upon his shield, and how his helmet was
dinted in, and all greatly wondered, and said ' Such a baron (ber) never bestrode war-horse, nor dealt such blows, nor did such feats of arms;
neither has there been on earth such a knight since Rollant and Oliver.'
"Thus they lauded and extolled him greatly, and rejoiced in what they saw, but grieving also for their
friends who were slain in the battle. And the duke stood meanwhile among them, of noble stature and mien, and rendered thanks to the king of
glory, through whom he had the victory; and thanked the knights around him, mourning also frequently for the dead. And he ate and drank among the
dead, and made his bed that night upon the field.
"The morrow was Sunday; and those who had slept upon the field of battle, keeping watch around and
suffering great fatigue, bestirred themselves at break of day, and sought out and buried such of the bodies of their friends as they might
find.
The noble ladies of the land also came, some to seek their husbands, and others their fathers, sons, or
brothers. They bore the bodies to their villages, and interred them at the churches; and the clerks and priests of the country were ready, and at
the request of their friends, took the bodies that were found, and prepared graves and lay them therein.
"King Harold was carried and buried at Varham; but I know not who it was that bore him thither, neither
do I know who buried him. Many remained on the field, and many had fled in the night.
Such is a Norman account of the battle of Hastings, which does full justice to the valor of the Saxons
as well as to the skill and bravery of the victors. It is indeed evident that the loss of the battle by the English was owing to the wound which
Harold received in the afternoon, and which must have incapacitated him from effective command. When we remember that he had himself just won the
battle of Stamford Bridge over Harold Hardrada by the maneuver of a feigned flight, it is impossible to suppose that he could be deceived by the
same stratagem on the part of the Normans at Hastings.
But his men, when deprived of his control, would very naturally be led by their inconsiderate ardor
into the pursuit that proved so fatal to them. All the narratives of the battle, however much they vary as to the precise time and manner of
Harold's fall, eulogize the generalship and the personal prowess, which he displayed, until the fatal arrow struck him.
The skill with which ha had posted his army was proved both by the slaughter which it cost the Normans
to force the position, and also by the desperate rally which some of the Saxons made after the battle in the forest in the rear, in which they
cut off a large number of the pursuing Normans. This circumstance, is particularly mentioned by William of Poictiers, the Conqueror's own
chaplain. Indeed, if Harold, or either of his brothers, had survived, the remains of the English army might have formed again in the wood, and
could at least have effected an orderly retreat, and prolonged the war.
But both Gurth, and Leofwine, and all the bravest Thanes of Southern England lay dead on Senlac, around
their fallen king and the fallen standard of their country. The exact number that perished on the Saxon side is unknown; but we read that on the
side of the victors, out of six-sixty thousand men who had been engaged, no less than a fourth perished. S
o well had the English billmen "plyed the ghastly blow," and so sternly had the Saxon battle-axe cloven
Norman casque and mail. The old historian Daniel justly as well as forcibly remarks: "Thus was tried, by the great assize of God's judgment in
battle, the right of power between the English and Norman nations; a battle the most memorable of all others; and, however miserably lost, yet
most nobly fought on the part of England.
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