GURTH. Nor seen, nor heard; thine, William's or his own As wind blows, or tide flows: belike he watches, If this war-storm in one of its rough rolls Wash up that old crown of Northumberland. HAROLD. I married her for Morcar--a sin against The truth of love. Evil for good, it seems, Is oft as childless of the good as evil For evil. LEOFWIN. Good for good hath borne at times A bastard false as William. HAROLD. Ay, if Wisdom Pair'd not with Good. But I am somewhat worn, A snatch of sleep were like the peace of God. Gurth, Leofwin, go once more about the hill-- What did the dead man call it--Sanguelac, The lake of blood? LEOFWIN. A lake that dips in William As well as Harold. HAROLD. Like enough. I have seen The trenches dug, the palisades uprear'd And wattled thick with ash and willow-wands; Yea, wrought at them myself. Go round once more; See all be sound and whole. No Norman horse Can shatter England, standing shield by shield; Tell that again to all. GURTH. I will, good brother. HAROLD. Our guardsman hath but toil'd his hand and foot, I hand, foot, heart and head. Some wine! (_One pours wine into a goblet which he hands to_ HAROLD.) Too much! What? we must use our battle-axe to-day. Our guardsmen have slept well, since we came in? LEOFWIN. Ay, slept and snored. Your second-sighted man That scared the dying conscience of the king, Misheard their snores for groans. They are up again And chanting that old song of Brunanburg Where England conquer'd. HAROLD. That is well. The Norman, What is he doing? LEOFWIN. Praying for Normandy; Our scouts have heard the tinkle of their bells. HAROLD. And our old songs are prayers for England too! But by all Saints-- LEOFWIN. Barring the Norman! HAROLD. Nay, Were the great trumpet blowing doomsday dawn, I needs must rest. Call when the Norman moves-- [_Exeunt all, but_ HAROLD. No horse--thousands of horses--our shield wall-- Wall--break it not--break not--break-- [_Sleeps_. VISION OF EDWARD. Son Harold, I thy king, who came before To tell thee thou shouldst win at Stamford-bridge, Come yet once more, from where I am at peace, Because I loved thee in my mortal day, To tell thee them shalt die on Senlac hill-- Sanguelac! VISION OF WULFNOTH. O brother, from my ghastly oubliette I send my voice across the narrow seas-- No more, no more, dear brother, nevermore-- Sanguelac! VISION OF TOSTIG. O brother, most unbrotherlike to me, Thou gavest thy voice against me in my life, I give my voice against thee from the grave-- Sanguelac! VISION OF NORMAN SAINTS. O hapless Harold! King but for an hour! Thou swarest falsely by our blessed bones, We give our voice against thee out of heaven! Sanguelac! Sanguelac! The arrow! the arrow!