Taillefer advances with a laugh, juggling his sword and lance, doing mummer's tricks to impress the English. He sings the song of Roland as he advances up the hill on his horse. Then he calls mockingly to the English to send their best warrior out to fight with him. It isn't long before a bewhiskered veteran housecarle steps from the front ranks of Harold's center. He crouches low behind his shield, a javelin raised in his right hand. Taillefer spurs his horse forward lance poised for the thrust. The javelin flashes suddenly, almost too swift for the eye to follow: Taillefer's shield deflects it, and in the next instant his lance is through the presented shield of his foe and is seen emerging out the burst mail armor covering the housecarle's back. Taillefer quickly drops from his stopped horse and takes the housecarle's head with his sword, then leaps into the saddle and rides quickly away before the astonished English can avenge their fallen champion. Your men cheer and brandish their weapons as Taillefer rides down the front of the whole army with his trophy, the blood from it flying from his mailed elbow.
Your army has had the sign it wanted: God favors you. Now:
Await the English attack.
Open the battle with a shower of arrows and crossbow bolts.
Mass your cavalry for an attack on one wing.
Mass your cavalry in the center.