"People come from villages near and far,

In every castle and town,

Come to King El under him,

Desire to win glory.

He picks the elite from them,

and his sons: Cesar, Simon, and Lansing,

Sail out to sea in a warship to the Saxon coast.

or to make a name for yourself in a new territory,

Or be in shape.

They sailed like three boobies,

Floating in the sea of bubbles. ”

In the hall, the poet's singing pierces the dizziness caused by alcohol, like the waves crashing against the lords, and the people raise their glasses and listen to the deeds of the ancient Anglo-Saxons: how the son of King El lamented the decadence of that empire in front of the ruins of Rome, how Grima, the sailor on the clipper "Osprey", talked to the Kent, and the Saxon fisherman from the northern Oric tribe listened to each other's recounts of the kingdoms of Britain: the north and south of East Anglia, Essex ruled by the king of Epiza, In the far reaches of Jute the tribe of Hastings, and to the north, the legend of the kingdom of Lynnius of Hengist, the supreme leader of the Angles, has spread to Kyle Eblok, the famous fortress of York.

By the pearly glow of the hearth, the Duke of Saxony is observing his guest, King Edgar of England. At this time, the ballad happens to refer to the kingdom of Goldadine of the Britons of the north, the kingdom of Emmett in the northwest, and the fortress of Dinus Emris in the heart of Britain, the capital of King Votigan, the leader of all Britons. The Duke thought to himself: This paragraph is probably touting Edgar's conquest of Wales.

Although the King of England was very unceremonious, and the guests were not to have their poets sing in their host's hall, these novelties appealed to the Saxon lords, who were tired of their own clichés and were thrilled to hear stories of their ancestors conquering the nations abroad.

Soon, another melody was played on the lyre of the English poet, an old Frankish song, similar to that of the knight Roland, except that to the ears of the Saxon lords, these stories were not pleasant.

Charlemagne's war in Saxony at this time listened to the ears of these descendants of the former Frankish and Saxon nobles, more and more like Emperor Henry's brutal suppression of the Saxon rebellion, when he heard Charlemagne claim that "I shed the blood of four thousand Saxons", the lords present were even more bloody, and the Duke of Saxony also exclaimed: "Your Majesty, what does this mean?" ”

"Can't you hear, my lord?" Edgar was unafraid to say bluntly, "In Hohenmuirsser, the reputation of the Saxons has been tarnished, and enemies will come on all sides, and if you are willing to be at the mercy of the Emperor, you might as well retreat under the wings of Henry and be protected by the bribed false pope." If you are unwilling to give in, we will be allies of the same blood, and we will continue to support your righteous cause from the sea. ”

Upon leaving the Duke's hall, Edgar breathed a sigh of relief, and Otto von Nordheim unexpectedly helped the Duke of Saxony to make up his mind, which allowed Edgar's plan to finally proceed.

He had already exchanged his possessions of East Anglia for a coastal village from the Count of Boulogne, and at this time he had received a promise from the Duke of Saxony that the English would lease the port for a long time at the mouth of the Ames River, and the rent would be compensated for the support of the Saxon war, and Edgar had drawn up a record: if the Duke of Saxony did not allow the English to use the port of the Duchy, he would propose to establish a new port on the island of Heregoland, which was nominally owned by the King of Denmark, while the Danish lord was in the midst of a civil war, Always be vigilant about your neighbors, and you will never be able to manage a remote island.

On the shores of Boulogne, on the land that Edgar called Calais, a massive fortress was rising at a visible rate, a lucrative bargain for the Earl of Boulogne, who received the equivalent of a Hold of England - roughly half the size of an earldom, and more than the Duke of Normandy had promised him a fief of England. The new lord of Calais was Hereward of Peterborough, the magistrate of England offered to exchange the land of the lord of Ulf for the castle of Calais, he had a wide acquaintance in Flanders and Denmark, and was very familiar with the plunder and trade at sea, and in his eyes, if Calais was in the hands of the Kingdom of England, it would become one of the most prosperous ports in the north, which was much more valuable than the land on the swamps of East Anglia.

Hereward used to be a warrior, but his best years were dying, just like the Earl of Moka in Mercia, these war lords could only spend time in the courtyard and in the mountains, the last time Heriward saw the Earl of Mercia was last Christmas, the Earl's Chinese attendants were replaced by young Welsh women, and Hereward remembered laughing at the look on his face when he had lost count of how many illegitimate children he had, it was a face on his way to the grave: deep eyes, sunken cheeks, It's like a dragon's cave, but the flames have long been extinguished. Hereward did not want to grow so old, and his sword was remembered and feared today, and in the lands south of Lincolnshire, the Angles and Danes relished the slaughter of twenty Norman knights by the Awakened Herry Ward, and only he knew that he could not even beat a drunkard in a tavern fist.

However, King Edgar was glad that he had offered to garrison Calais, presumably in the hope that his reputation would be a deterrent to the nearby Norman lords - those who had Percy, Montgomery, or Mandeville in their names probably hadn't heard of the barbarian Lord Hereward who had brought Duke William to its knees.

As the port of Calais began to take shape, a sail clipper appeared on the eastern sea, and the English, recognizing the style of their ship, removed the earlier defenses and welcomed in the sturdy oak sailing ship. A soldier armed with a ash spear went to inform Lord Hereward, and soon the Lincolnshire Governor came to the shore and met Rodrigo, Earl of Pembroke in bright armor.

Unlike his squire, which was soaked wet, the Spaniard lord walked with the sound of metal and leather rubbing against his squire, the knight was almost spotless, making it hard to believe that he had just crossed the North Sea.

"Lord Hereward, Your Majesty has ordered you to rush to the front with me, and your eldest son will be in charge of the affairs here for the time being."

Just before the Lincolnshire magistrate could figure out what had happened, Count Rodrigo explained lightly: "War in the East has broken out. ”