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  Alan and five mounted men-at-arms, together with three pack horses, rode out of Thorrington a little after three in the afternoon of Friday the 30th of March for Colchester. They were to join the band of Robert fitzWymarc due to march the next day to Alan of Brittany’s castle in Cambridge and then join William fitzOsbern to perform Alan’s annual knight’s service of forty days. With daylight now being nearly thirteen hours a day, the mounted band expected to be able to cover the distance of sixty odd miles the next day. Rather than stay overnight at the castle, when they arrived at Colchester Alan went to his usual haunt of ‘The Three Hounds’, sending a message to fitzWymarc that he and his men would arrive at the castle before first light.

  Alan instructed the inn-keeper that he and his men would require a substantial breakfast and individually wrapped lunches of fresh bread, cold meat and cheese before leaving early in the morning. Each man would carry his own one-gallon skin of water.

  Next morning, still in the pre-dawn dark, the grumbling but well-fed men mounted their horses and led the pack-horses the short distance to the castle. Used to campaigning, Alan had loaded the pack-horses with the rolled up hauberks of each man, clearly marked as to owners, a ten-man tent, cooking pot and implements and a supply of dried beef jerky and dried beans. Alan was riding a large rouncey, with Odin being on stud duty at Ramsey and Alan not expecting to need the services of a war-trained destrier.

  First light was breaking when they arrived at the castle after a ride of a few minutes through the still quiet streets of the town and were admitted into the bailey. A number of horses were milling around in the bailey, either being loaded or having their tack completed, saddle straps pulled tight, reins and bits fitted. The men-at-arms and their lord had not yet appeared, so Alan and his men dismounted and walked about stretching their legs, well aware that the coming day in the saddle would test their thigh muscles. The priory bells were ringing the dawn service of Prime when fitzWymarc and his men emerged from the Hall.

  FitzWymarc took one look at Alan’s men and then commented, “What’s the matter, couldn’t you afford good Norman men-at-arms? I didn’t expect to be riding with Englishmen at my side today.”

  Alan’s men remained unperturbed as the comment had been made in Norman French and they hadn’t understood it. They could tell from the expression on Alan’s face that he wasn’t happy. “I’d have thought that you had been in England long enough to appreciate the fighting qualities of the English. What is it, ten years? Although of course you weren’t there at Hastings- on either side!” FitzWymarc scowled as the verbal thrust went home.

  FitzWymarc and his nine men, ranging from a youth who would not yet have started to shave to several grizzled veterans, mounted up. They also were not wearing their armour, which had been placed on several pack-horses. FitzWymarc led his men out of the castle gate and on the road to Cambridge, with Alan and his men following at their tail. It was an uncomfortable ride, not just because of the rigors of riding sixty miles on horseback. The Normans rode with little conversation. FitzWymarc, who was the only one of the Norman party who could have conversed with the English, chose to ride on ahead and ignore them. For their part the English spoke little amongst themselves, but did make the occasional joke; the laughter which resulted appeared to disgruntle the Normans even more as they assumed that the jokes were against them.

  FitzWymarc called a halt at noon at the village of Haverhill, thirty miles from Colchester. FitzWymarc and his men walked into the village tavern and disappeared from view. Alan’s men watered their own horses at the water-trough outside the tavern, gave each a nose-bag of chaff and moved them to the shade- and ignored the Norman’s horses which were left standing in the sun.

  Alan and the Englishmen, Ainulf, Edric, Alfward, Ledmer and Acwel sat on the bench outside the tavern with a couple of locals. Alan called the pot-boy to deliver quart pitchers of ale while they ate the cold meal that had been provided by ‘The Three Hounds’. Ledmer and Acwel exchanged gossip with the two local cheorls with whom they were sharing the bench. Alan was using his knife to smear some very tasty brie cheese on the last of his fresh bread when fitzWymarc and his men reappeared at about one o’clock. Tossing a couple of coins to the pot-boy, Alan and his men mounted. They proceeded on to Cambridge, arriving a little after four in the afternoon.

  As was intended, Alan of Brittany’s castle in Cambridge dominated the town. Both the castle and the town appeared packed with troops and some tents had been set up outside the town by the river. They dismounted in the castle bailey and Alan followed fitzWymarc into the Hall. Recovering his good manners slightly, fitzWymarc introduced Alan to Walter fitzWarren, William fitzOsbern’s seneschal. A clerk wearing a monk’s habit marked them off on a list as having attended.

  Alan asked Walter fitzWarren what the intended program was for the next few days. “Tomorrow is Palm Sunday, so we’ll leave on Monday for Northampton,” replied fitzWarren. “That’s William Peverel’s land and a day’s ride away. We spend Tuesday and Wednesday there so fitzOsbern can ‘show the flag’ and take submissions, then move on Thursday to Coventry. That’s another day’s ride. We spend Easter there before heading to Stafford, Nottingham and Lincoln. Four or five days at each place and then to Leicester, Litchfield and on to Shrewsbury.

  “At Shrewsbury fitzOsbern will start his spring campaign against the Welsh Prince Bleddyn of Gwynedd and Eadric ‘the Wild’, who’ve been harassing Herefordshire during the winter. I gather the Welsh have been doing the same for years against the Saxons. They’ll find that we’re made of a different metal! Now what forces do you have, fitzWymarc? A squadron of ten mounted men-at-arms, excellent. de Gauville? Six including yourself? Englishmen you say? Well, we all know that Englishmen can’t fight on horseback. These can? Well, we’ll see. I’ll allocate you to Ivo Taillebois who’s in charge of our scouts. That’s him over there. Now if you men will excuse me, there are some other people I must see.”

  After giving fitzWymarc a clap on the shoulder by way of farewell, Alan made his way over to Ivo Taillebois who was sitting at a table with several others. “de Gauville you say? Never heard of you! Five Englishmen who you say can fight on horseback? I’ll classify you as light cavalry and you can scout on our right flank. FitzOsbern has a party of 500 at the moment, which should be enough to impress the natives without causing undue damage as we move around.

  “Now I want this quite clear, de Gauville, fitzOsbern has said that we are the party of a king’s officer who is moving through the land representing the king. We are not a conquering army burning a swathe twenty miles wide as we did last year. No robbery. No pillaging. No rape. No violence unless you have to. Watch for movement on our flank and report back if you see anything. I want to maintain a three-mile scouting distance, and I want to know if a hare so much as farts within that area. When we advance your men will be covering an area one and a half miles wide. When we camp, you’ll cover three miles of the circle. I have eight scouting squads and six will be out in the field at any one time. When we march, the other two squads will form an advance-scouting and rear-scouting party. I’ll keep you out in the field all day every day, but since we’ve enough men I’ll release your men at Leicester on the way to Wales and you can go home before the serious work begins.”

  “Don’t you think it’s passing strange that the king has returned to Normandy last month?” asked Alan.

  Taillebois gave a shrug. “Things are pretty quiet here in England at the moment and William has left two trusted men in charge, his cousin William fizOsbern and his half-brother Odo of Bayeux. He’s not stupid- he’s taken with him all the Englishmen who could possibly cause any problems. Edgar the Aetheling, the earls Edwin, Morcar and Waltheof, Archbishop Stigand and Aethelnoth the abbot of Glastonbury, and hostages from every important town and city. Odo has been left in charge of England south of the Thames and fitzOsbern from north of the Thames to the border with Mercia. We’ve been told to stay out of Mercia and Northumbria, the Danelands. William ha
s won a good victory and is entitled to ponce about in Normandy showing Philip of France and Fulk of Anjou that he’s better than them!”

  Alan was sure that the allocation of his men to the screening force and their dismissal before the expedition to Wales was because the steadiness and reliability of his men in battle wasn’t trusted, but as he would return home early he made no complaint. “Who do I see about quarters and supplies?” he asked.

  Ivo laughed. “Quarters are wherever you can find them. You can sleep in the Hall with us, your men probably with their horses. The commissary is the red tent down near the river. Now, I expect to only see you if there are any problems!”

  Down at the commissary tent Alan, accompanied by Edric, was soon listening to a tale of woe by the commissary sergeant, a fat and oily individual made to look even less trustworthy by having a squint. There was no food available. The town delivered food for the men each morning, but it was always short of quota. All he could offer was a sack of beans and a leg of ham that was suspiciously green, but he did have a firkin of beer. Alan took the beans and beer and left the ham.

  As they walked back up the hill Alan commented, “I’ll bet that half the food and drink Cambridge provides each morning is back in the market by mid-day.” Edric grunted his agreement, trying to steer a straight course as he rolled the nine-gallon barrel along. Alan had the twenty-pound sack of beans over his shoulder.

  Meeting up with the rest of the party they explained the situation. Alfward and Ledmer told the others to stay where they were and disappeared into the milling crowd of the castle. What Alan had overlooked was that, whatever the Normans thought, it was actually the English who ran the castle. Ledmer returned after a few minutes with a youngish man called Bertwold who ran the stables, theoretically under the supervision of a Norman. He was more than happy, on being politely asked, to make stable space, hay and oats available for eight horses and for the squad to join him and his fellow geburs in sleeping in the hayloft.

  Shortly after they arrived in the hayloft Alfward appeared, followed by a very comely serving-wench carrying a large tray of food that, before it was intercepted on their behalf by the kitchen staff, had been intended for consumption in the Hall. After making their delivery, as Alfred and the girl turned to leave- Alfred with his hand firmly on the unprotesting girl’s bottom- he gave Alan a wink and said that he would be back in the morning with breakfast and they shouldn’t wait up for him.

  As darkness fell Bertwold and his fellow-stable hands returned and the firkin of beer was manoeuvred up into the loft. Bertwold and his half dozen men brought their own food rations up into the loft and a convivial evening was had, aided by the consumption of several quarts of beer each- Alan wanted the firkin to also last for the next day- and the girlfriends of several of the stable-boys sneaking upstairs in the dark.

  Finding a party in progress in the darkness the girls left to return with several more female friends. Alan never knew the name, or saw the face, of the young woman he coupled with that night. No lantern was permitted in the hayloft and anyway the English were adverse to advertise they were having an enjoyable evening. They kept the noise down to conversation and an occasional quiet song, just enjoying the simple conviviality of togetherness. When he woke the girl had uncurled herself from his arms and disappeared in the pre-dawn dark to go about her domestic duties.

  Feeling somewhat more content, Alan and his men attended the first Mass at Terce. There were no palm crosses to be handed out, but each received the Host and was anointed with a cross of chrism on their forehead before they rode off to the northwest. Today they were wearing armour but not carrying lances. On reaching the village of Girton, after a brief visit to the thegn and the suggestion he visit Cambridge that day to make his submission to fitzOsbern, they proceeded west to Impington and Fen Ditton, also visiting the manor houses at each village, and covered a distance of about six miles by lunchtime. Provided with an ample mid-day meal and hospitality by the steward at Fen Ditton, they then retraced their steps back to Girton in the afternoon before returning to Cambridge. Clearly there was no large and dangerous force currently gathered to attack on the right flank of the army.

  They arrived back just before dark and Alfward disappeared off to the kitchens as Bertwold and his men took charge of the horses while Alan and the others dismounted stiffly and stretched their legs before proceeding to remove their armour and then to quickly wash the day’s sweat away at a horse-trough.

  Word seemed to have spread since last night, and Alfward reappeared with his wench, named Eanfled, and three other female kitchen scullery staff all bearing trays of food, two buttery staff, one male and one female, with mead and ale and another half a dozen hangers-on. That night there were probably thirty people in the hayloft, eating, drinking, talking or singing quietly and enjoying companionship. This time in the dark Alan had two young sweet-smelling women cuddling up to him, one on either side. In the dark Alan was a little confused about which woman to approach, but with their caresses and nimble hands they soon sorted that out themselves, and each took their turn several times.

  A few days later they were at Coventry when Alan’s men were caught by a particularly severe and cold storm while at the east end of their patrol beat, near the village of Walsgrave-on-Stowe. Certain that the flank was secure and that no enemy army was bearing down on them, they took refuge in the Hall of the young local thegn named Manwine. Over a convivial mid-day meal Manwine mentioned that the village was having problems with a troublesome pack of wolves located nearby in the forest, with sheep and swine disappearing on a regular basis. The hunters were reasonably sure that they had located the lair but their traps and stake-outs had provided no success.

  Alan promised that they would look into it when, God willing, they returned the following day, and asked for two freshly-killed deer to be available when he returned. The storm lessened somewhat during the afternoon and as they rode back to Coventry along the path through the forest Alan kept disappearing into the forest, until he returned at last with a large clump of roots that he handled with hands wrapped in cloth.

  Arriving back at Coventry Alan visited the local apothecary and found his efforts had been unneeded. Instead of preparing his own distillation of monkshood, he bought, in return for two shillings and the exchange of the roots he had collected, a quarter-pound of aconite powder. The apothecary asked no question as to why his customer wanted enough poison to kill everybody in the castle.

  Back next morning at Walsgrave, still in the rain, Alan cut the deer into fist-sized pieces, cutting pockets in each into which, while wearing old leather gloves, he carefully poured the powder. The baits were scattered near the suspected location of the lair. He then burned the gloves.

  Returning the following day they found one dead badger, three foxes and nine adult wolves. An investigation of the lair found five cubs, which were quickly dispatched by the hunter. During the celebratory mid-day meal Alan asked, as they would be moving on the next day, that the wolves be skinned and, with fur intact, tanned and sent to him at Colchester by way of payment.

  FitzOsberns’s travelling troupe moved on from place to place, impressing the locals and taking submissions on behalf of the king. Alan and his men spend most of Easter Day shivering in the rain as they rode their prescribed beat, fortunate to find a village where Easter Mass was being said and where, despite their soaked appearance, armour and weapons, they were made welcome. Alan was glad that Taillebois had said that their service would be shortened to twenty days as, despite his youth, he doubted his stamina to ride hard all day and all night, despite his recent experience with Edyth. And despite the best care he could give it, his armour was becoming rusty in the constant rain.

  On the evening of the 20th April at Leicester fitzOsbern’s clerk signed their release and they began the two day ride home to Thorrington, while the rest of fitzOsbern’s men turned west to act as the basis for the army for the spring campaign against the Welsh.

  Arriving b
ack at Colchester Alan found the tanned wolf-skins waiting and after collecting them, and after a courtesy visit to see Lady Anne at Wivenhoe as they passed, which included an invitation for the mid-day meal, they arrived back at Thorrington.

  The ploughing of the demesne and the planting of Alan’s crops of wheat, barley, oats and rye and the ploughing and sowing of the fallow demesne land with beans, peas and alfalfa had been completed the week before as the traditional time for sowing seed had arrived. The village fields had been ploughed the previous month and despite the day being Sunday the villagers were out in the fields scattering seeds and harrowing.

  Baldwin reported little activity for the last three weeks other than ongoing training with the troops, both full-time and fyrd, at Thorrington, Ramsey and Great Oakley. Another ten additional mounted men-at-arms, mainly the sons of local cheorls, had joined the program full-time. Also eight sons of thegns had joined, all bringing their own horses and most their own armour and weapons. Those who did not have their own armour had been issued with byrnies- a sleeveless coat of mail which, compared to a hauberk, provided less protection by being shorter and leaving the arms and neck exposed. These, together with helmets and swords, had been procured by Alan at Hastings. Other helmets and swords had been issued to the more steady and promising fyrd members, ten each at Thorrington and Ramsay, these being the men who would soon by the sergeants of the force.

  Not all the cavalry recruits were from Alan’s manors. It was of interest that Edward and Edwold of Alresford, Godwin of Weeley and Leofstan of Great Holland and Little Holland had sent their sons, along with Alan’s laenmen Toli and Swein. All of these were training with Hugh at Ramsey.

  Also of interest was Kendrick’s reaction to Alan’s unexpectedly early return. Kendrick was out in the field tending to the sowing of his own strips of land. He came hurrying back, wiping the dirt from his hands and stamping the mud from his boots, didn’t seem to know what to do after he had greeted his master and stood around seemingly aimlessly, but watching closely, until Alan sent him back to the fields.