O what a sight beneath the moon and stars, when lights were shining in the tent of the victorious Duke William, which was pitched near the spot where Harold felland he and his knights were carousing, withinand soldiers with torches, going slowly to and fro, without, sought for the corpse of Harold among piles of deadand the Warrior, worked in golden thread and precious stones, lay low, all torn and soiled with bloodand the three Norman Lions kept watch over the field!
