Pevenesæ

Seven hundred keels cross in the night, one lantern at the masthead opening the dark, and land at Pevensey. The same water Harold sailed twice now carries the answer, and the ledger closes on the beach.

The Landing

Surf-gallop, the invasion proper, spray and speed — the sea doing for William what it toyed with for Harold.

Note

MARE TRANSIVIT ET VENIT AD PEVENESÆ. The crossing that matters gets a lantern; the others got a caption.