In Rouen's court, the Count of Mortan waited anxiously for the Duke to receive him, and outside the room were two iron-clad and expressionless guards with spears on their separate sides, and when the Count finally waited for the small door to open, the room was in shambles.

The Duke of Normandy, holding a golden wine glass engraved with a lion in his hand, looked at the younger brother indifferently and said nothing.

"My Majesty, please see him, I am willing to vouch for him with my life." The Count of Mortan pleaded anxiously.

The Duke remained silent, but squinted his eyes at Count Robert, as if to see something in his deep-seated face.

Bishop Odo had been imprisoned since the Duke had discovered that Roger and Ralph had escaped from the battlefield two days earlier, and the Duke did not give him any chance to defend himself, but sent his army to pursue the fleeing rebels, and then marched straight into Rouen to suppress the chaos in the city. The Count of Mortan had been trying to intercede on Odo's behalf, but had not been met until now.

A young Norman nobleman entered from the direction of the hall, and the Count of Mortan recognized that it was William, Earl of Evreux, the upstart next to the Duke, who was dressed in a magnificent black robe with a gold-trimmed neckline like a white rainbow, and he held a document in his hand, and the Duke took it and began to read it carefully.

The Earl of Mortan saw that it was a list, and he waited anxiously for Duke William to sweep the names on it one by one, and he did not dare to say a mouthful, he knew that Otto was now almost hanging by a thread, and if he could not clear the Duke's suspicions, a conviction could happen almost at any time.

The Duke's mood seemed to be getting worse and worse, and the names on the paper involved almost half of the Duchy's family, and even some nobles who did not participate in the rebellion were suspected of being related to each other, the most important of which was Roger's brother Willem de Breituil. The Duke now hated the family of William Fitzosborne, and although Roger's brother, as the Benedictine abbot of Breteeuil, showed no sign of participating in the rebellion, and he did not want to see him again, the Duke made up his mind to strip him of his position, and if he found that he had any communication with his brother, he would be exiled.

The biggest problem at the moment is that many of the rebel leaders are on the run, which means that the rebels could resurge at any time, and the city of Rouen has been severely burned, damaged, and starved, and William's current position is almost in jeopardy. The Duke imprisoned Bishop Odo not only because he doubted his loyalty, but also because the Duke could not afford to be involved in the rebellion again by this powerful lord. Seeing the brother who was still on the side, Duke William finally spoke: "It's not time yet, you go back first, I have my own opinion on this matter." ”

When the Count of Mortan heard this, which was like a thick fog, and it was difficult to discern the true meaning, he saluted and left in some despair, and even forgot a chain glove in the house.

To the west of Normandy, more than 300 ships broke through the chill-blocked whale road and appeared off the coast of Brittany. A spear guard on horseback ascended to a high place and saw the great dragon insignia on a sail, and the Breton almost fell from the saddle in fright, but with great difficulty he steadied himself, hurriedly whipped his horse, and left the shore.

The head of the Anglo-Saxon flagship is inlaid with an ornately carved dragon head of the "Man of Battle", an ornament that once belonged to King Harold Godwinson, whose mother, Lady Gisa, gave the carving and the famous banner as a gift to the head of the Godwin family, but now King Edgar hastily replaced it and continues to use it.

After the English army landed, the squire unloaded the king's Spanish horse, and the horse was named "Alfred" after the ancient king of Edgar, which means "wise elf" in the Anglo-Saxon language. Alfred is a whole hand higher than Toffe, and in this era, it is a great jewel of princes, and the best horses of Al-Andalus may not be able to match it.

At this time, the land of Brittany was silvery white, and the snow was as deep as a spear, and King Edgar was wearing armor in this white mountain field, and the snow and armor were reflected in the brilliance of the armor, and the English people in heavy uniforms marched forward step by step. Edgar had been to Brittany in his previous life, and had admired the scenery of the idyllic windmills, but now he stepped into this ancient place, but as if he had never set foot in it, the king dismounted and walked in the snow, accompanied by more than 4,000 armoured troops, adding a bit of grandeur to this Alfheim-like world.

The coast belonged to the domain of Otto, Count of Pontilville, and was being guarded by Alain Loufus, son of Count Ofor, a red-haired Brittany knight who had learned of the enemy's landing in the castle of Rumbarre, and who immediately summoned his brother Geoffrey, who was praying in the church of Saint-Martin.

"The Sentinels have just delivered news that the English have invaded the coast to the west." Alan Lufus told him this information as soon as he saw Jeffrey enter the door.

"How many of them are there?" Jeffrey didn't bother to fix his black hair, which was unkempt with snowflakes, and asked directly.

"I don't know, our men can't get close to them, but depending on the size of the fleet, the enemy is no less than four thousand."

"We need every sword at our disposal, and we must stop them at once, or ......" Jeffrey was a little anxious, his voice interrupted by his brother.

"I know that the most important thing now is not to let them enter Dor Castle, otherwise not only will my father not spare us, but we will probably face extinction in the near future!" Alain Lufus drew his sword from his waist, looked at the texture on it, and then said to his brother, "Gather the knights!" ”

"Rest assured, the English will soon know what a terrible storm they will face!" The young Breton knight was dressed in gray robes, but his mouth was full of gold and iron.

While the Breton knights were preparing to mobilize, the storm in Normandy continued to brew, and despite the testimony of more than thirty knights on behalf of Bishop Bayeuux, the Duke did not release the brother, and he personally issued an order to the Count of Evreux that unless Ralph and Roger were captured, the surveillance of Bishop Odor must not be relaxed for a moment. The Duke's mind was plagued by doubts, and the cloud soon rolled in the other direction, and the bride of Nabreteuil, Emma of House Osborne, was dragged out of the monastery of refuge by the Norman knights and brought to the Duke like a trophy.

"I, William, alias bastard, Duke of Normandy and King of England, command you to raise your head." The Duke's voice echoed through the hall like a brass bell.

The trembling noble lady carefully raised her plain face, and what could not be hidden in her beautiful face was a mournful pleading.

The Duke was unmoved, as if it were a stone sculpture without a smile, a winter lion: "We announce to you that all of Roger Fitzwilliam's domains, including all that you have, will be confiscated. All our grace to you will cease until your illegitimate husband and rebellious brother return to the Principality, and now pray for their souls, for we will surely take revenge for all betrayal. ”