The eager English followed.

The Norman army closed again, and fell upon them with great slaughter.
'Still,' said Duke William, 'there are thousands of the English, firms as rocks around their King.

Shoot upward, Norman archers, that your arrows may fall down upon their faces!' The sun rose high, and sank, and the battle still raged.

Through all the wild October day, the clash and din resounded in the air.

In the red sunset, and in the white moonlight, heaps upon heaps of dead men lay strewn, a dreadful spectacle, all over the ground.
King Harold, wounded with an arrow in the eye, was nearly blind.