บท 264: Warrior’s Blood

Rays of light from the setting sun fell down upon the hills. A chilly feeling exuded outward from the dense number of enemy soldiers.

There was utter silence upon the plains. Even the birds seemed to have flown away from this area.

Atop the hill, Harold’s army was busy moving about.

The same was true for King William’s army within the wooden stronghold.

The soldiers were hard at work polishing the blade of their swords while the squires of the Knights were polishing their armours and checking the horses’ horseshoes.

A piece of mutton was thrown into a large pot. The soup gurgled as it boiled.

As it was clear that the coming battle would be a decisive one, King William gave the order to have their best supplies to be brought out.

Giving the soldiers a meal with meat before the battle was a way to enhance morale.

Some experienced 100-man captains would summon up their subordinates or go through their tents to utter words of encouragement to the nervous soldiers.