Bosham

Harold rides to Bosham church with a falcon on his fist and hounds at the gallop — one perfect English morning. He is sailing to Normandy, and does not yet know he goes as a hostage.

The Ride

Jangly Merseybeat, doomed-merry, twelve-string chime over a hunt that is really a farewell.

Note

UBI HAROLD DUX ANGLORUM… EQUITANT AD BOSHAM. The dogs run ahead. They know something the caption doesn't say.