There, at a height of one hundred and thirty
feet, stretching out over a plateau of a width of
over two thousand feet, stood a fortress that was
far more formidable than those already seen at
Pevensey and Hastings. It was Harold, the King
of England's army, in the form of a solid wall of
thousands of shields lined up over several ranks.
Proudly mounted on his horse, Duke William
raised his rod of command.
"Diex aïe!" he cried. "Our time has come fellow
Normans, and you - young Arnoul - to face our
destiny!"
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