No sooner did Harold become aware of the new danger than he roused himself to action. Convincing himself, perhaps reluctantly, that the peril which he left behind was not extreme, the Saxon king hastily drew his men together, and prepared to crush the host of grim Norwegians. Turning his face northward, Harold pushed on, by forced marches, to York, and succeeded in reaching the capital of the North on the very evening before Hardrada and Tostig anticipated placing on its walls "The Ravager of the World." XIV. [Illustration: The Norwegian Champion at Stamford Bridge.] THE BATTLE OF STAMFORD BRIDGE. The month of September, 1066, was drawing towards its close, and so far all had prospered with Tostig and his Norwegian ally. After burning Scarborough, they had sailed up the Humber, advanced towards York, fought a tough battle, and placed themselves in such a position before the capital of the North, that the citizens recognised the necessity of yielding. Indeed, they had agreed to open the gates on the morning of the 25th, and on that morning Tostig and Hardrada--who had broken up their lines, and encamped on the river Derwent, at Stamford Bridge, seven miles from York--were to march in triumph into the city, and hold a grand council to regulate the affairs of the province. It was a Monday; and early in the morning, Hardrada and Tostig, leaving part of their army encamped on the other side of the Derwent, rode side by side towards York, accompanied by some thousands of their soldiers. The weather being warm--for it was "one of those autumnal days in which the sun is still in all its vigour"--and no resistance being anticipated, the Norwegians laid aside their coats of mail, and dispensed with all defensive armour except helmets and bucklers. When approaching York, however, they suddenly perceived clouds of dust, and, through the clouds, steel glittering in the sun. "Who are these men?" asked Hardrada, in surprise. "They must be Northumbrians," answered Tostig, "coming either to crave friendship or to ask pardon." The Norwegians, however, had not advanced many paces, when Tostig was disagreeably undeceived. The approaching mass grew more distinct, and the sun revealed an army in battle order. "It is King Harold," said Tostig, scarce mustering voice sufficient to speak the words. "Ride!" said Hardrada, turning to three of his horsemen--"ride! and, with all haste, bring our warriors from the camp."