Hereward, the Last of the EnglishKingsley, Charles
History
Hereward, the Last of the English
Kingsley, Charles
Great Britain -- History -- To 1066 -- Fiction
What were the approaches on the west? There were none. Beyond Earith,
where now run the great washes of the Bedford Level, was a howling
wilderness of meres, seas, reed-ronds, and floating alder-beds, through
which only the fen-men wandered, with leaping-pole and log canoe.
What in the east? The dry land neared the island on that side. And it
may be that William rowed round by Burwell to Fordham and Soham, and
thought of attempting the island by way of Barraway, and saw beneath him
a labyrinth of islands, meres, fens, with the Ouse, now increased by
the volume of the Cam, lying deep and broad between Barraway and
Thetford-in-the-Isle; and saw, too, that a disaster in that labyrinth
might be a destruction.
So he determined on the near and straight path, through Long Stratton
and Willingham, down the old bridle-way from Willingham ploughed
field,--every village there, and in the isle likewise, had and has still
its “field,” or ancient clearing of ploughed land,--and then to try that
terrible half-mile, with the courage and wit of a general to whom human
lives were as those of the gnats under the hedge.
So all his host camped themselves in Willingham field, by the old
earthwork which men now call Belsar’s Hills; and down the bridle-way
poured countless men, bearing timber and fagots cut from all the hills,
that they might bridge the black half-mile.
They made a narrow, firm path through the reeds, and down to the brink
of the Ouse, if brink it could be called, where the water, rising and
falling a foot or two each tide, covered the floating peat for many
yards before it sunk into a brown depth of bottomless slime. They would
make a bottom for themselves by driving piles.
The piles would not hold; and they began to make a floating bridge with
long beams, says Leofric, and blown-up cattle-hides to float them.
Soon they made a floating sow, and thrust it on before them as they
worked across the stream; for they were getting under shot from the
island.
Meanwhile the besieged had not been idle. They had thrown up, says
Leofric, a turf rampart on the island shore, and _antemuralia et
propugnacula,_--doubtless overhanging “hoardings,” or scaffolds, through
the floor of which they could shower down missiles. And so they awaited
the attack, contenting themselves with gliding in and out of the reeds
in their canoes, and annoying the builders with arrows and cross-bow
bolts.
At last the bridge was finished, and the sow safe across the West water,
and thrust in, as far as it would float, among the reeds on the high
tide. They in the fort could touch it with a pole.
The English would have destroyed it if they could. But Hereward bade
them leave it alone. He had watched all their work, and made up his mind
to the event.
“The rats have set a trap for themselves,” he said to his men, “and we
shall be fools to break it up till the rats are safe inside.”
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