Looking at the depressed Yorkshire Governor, Edgar could only tell Brother Leofrick to take care of him as best he could, and in the King's vicinity, some of the wounded guards woke up and whispered about the battle the day before, and the terrible battle they described made Harold next to him a little ashamed. The king's flag bearer was ordered to help regroup the rout, but failed to take part in the battle on the Northern Front, and missed the pursuit of the Duke of Normandy.

"Your Majesty, when are we going back?" Sheeade Sheyard suddenly opened his reddened eyes.

"My lord, now that we have too many wounded, I plan to send some of the lightly wounded back first, while the others continue to rest for a while before going to sea." Edgar sighed.

"Actually, I was scared to death at the time." Hughard suddenly said something like this, "Probably just because of pride and not wanting to be regarded as a coward, I kept charging with Your Majesty." I remember that I yelled a few times at my horse to hide my fear, and then I saw the gray-eyed Norman, who was rushing towards me with a long knife, and when he heard my voice, of course he didn't understand what I was shouting, but he immediately stopped, and then I realized that these rabbit cubs were just as scared as I was. ”

Edgar listened quietly to the old soldier's confession, without a trace of impatience, in fact, who was on the battlefield at that time without fear in his heart? It was him, even though it was difficult to remember the killing array he had experienced, and every time he entered the battlefield, he was as close as a lover to the enemy, and looked directly at the fierce or frightened look on the other person's face, he couldn't help but wonder if this was his end.

Hughed's son, Enuerf, stood by him, and the young man had been slightly wounded in the arm, and he could not even remember where he had been hit, perhaps the first time he charged, or perhaps the time when he had saved his father, but in any case, he did not realize it at the time. Suddenly, Enurf heard his father say to the king: "I once swore to fight in the footsteps of His Majesty, but I did not expect that I would not be able to keep my oath so soon." ”

Edgar had had had Hughed's wounds examined, and knew that there was no breach in the lord's body, and now that his fate was in God's hands, the king wanted to interrupt the lord's thoughts, but he continued, his voice so slight that it almost seemed to mumble to himself: "I guess swearing is like trying to steer a ship at sea, if the winds and waves of fate are too strong and the oars are powerless, we swear like fools, thinking that everything is in the palm of our hands, but mortals are powerless in the face of fate." After saying this, probably too tired, the Yorkshire Lord gradually fell asleep.

After the king left the church, he climbed the city wall again in the cold night, and the Breton sentry above the gate did not hold his post like a scarecrow before the wind, but was hiding in a shelter and dreaming, and did not notice Edgar until he was awakened by the king's applause. Under normal circumstances, Edgar would have whipped the sleeping or distracted sentry in the barracks, but as soon as he came out of the bloodshed, he did not do anything to the sentry, but only let the young man rest for a while, took the spear from his hand, and stood for him for half the night. Although Edgar didn't know what the situation was on the Normandy side, he knew that the enemy would never be able to attack here at the moment, let alone take a city like Rennes, at least 5,000 people, and he didn't think the Normans had this strength at the moment. However, Edgar could not sleep at the moment, and counting the few stars on this high wall was the only solution.

In the east, the Duke of Normandy also stayed up all night, and on the castle of Rouen, William stared at the sky to the south in red, with clouds on his face. The Duke had not shaved for a long time, as if as a silent oath of vengeance against his enemies, and behind William, Longfrank looked at the smoky sight and suddenly said in his Italian accent: "In my old days, when I was in my hometown, I used to see lords in splendid armor, in tournaments and banquets, and people liked to talk most about the knights who showed the bravest of all. But in this day and age, glory is seen in stealing cattle and sheep, looting churches and travelers! What a disgrace to Christendom is the knights who sack travelers and churches and then appear smugly before the ladies of the court! ”

Duke William did not make an evaluation, he was not very impressed by the words of this Italian monk, for the duke, looting and arson were nothing, the only shame was that such a thing happened on his own land! He didn't expect the Church to punish the knights of the Dharma King, and the only way for him was to repay the humiliation with double the blood.

Fortunately, the English had retreated, and the Duke of Normandy thought with some bitterness that Philip did not know the losses suffered by the Normans, but only lost the idea of continuing the march when he saw his main force return. The French had forgotten all the "royal glory and beauty" that had been promised to Hugue, but these Capetian knights were not angels who came and went without a trace, and although the spears decorated with ribbons did not touch a drop of blood, they did leave behind "royal glory", as evidenced by the red night sky.

Half a month later, the Duke of Normandy finally led the army from Rouen, Auge and Evreux to Gisol, outside the walls of this front-line city, the symbol of Gisol, a famous elm tree, had been cut down, the trunk of which had been chopped into pieces by a knife and axe, and Philip seemed to want to humiliate the Duke of Normandy with this move, and perhaps even to intimidate the Normans with the fate of this tree.

Duke William's face remained unchanged, but as soon as he entered the city, he ordered the execution of all the captured French soldiers, and everyone realized the rage in the duke's heart, and the Count of Mortan pleaded in a low voice in front of his brother, who was about to lose control: "Listen to me, my lord, Philip has disbanded his army, and we need to disband our men immediately, but we should secretly give orders to the lords to assemble on a certain day, Then from the staging area, Philip's territory was plundered (Chevauchée). If this can be done carefully and quickly, His Holiness will find that he will lose much more than an elm tree! ”

The Duke regained his senses, and he replied in a whisper: "My brother, I thank you for your loyalty, and I fully accept your proposal, God testifies, the Normans will burn that Capet's throne like lightning!" ”

Then the Count of Mortan said to the Duke: "Our messenger has just returned, and Stephen has agreed to our terms and is willing to marry your daughter. ”

The news brightened the Duke's mood: "Stephen de Blois is a valiant young man, but this marriage is worth much more than a knight. ”

Robert, Earl of Mortan, nodded, relieved to see that the wise and wise brother had finally returned.