The Normans are landing !

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!"