You retire back on Hastings to recoup and reorganize your seriously thrashed army: your losses have been heavy, at least one-quarter of your men are dead, missing or wounded too badly to fight any more. In a few days, it becomes obvious that the English army has recovered completely, being reinforced by late arrivals to the muster. Harold has brought his much larger army down near Hastings and dug in across the road leading out of the peninsula: you are cut off from the interior and cannot forage any more unless you can break out. But this seems impossible, given the great disparity in the size of your army compared with the king's. Your men's morale is low; the English morale is high, and Harold's reputation as a victorious commander is untarnished by the drawn battle on Senlac hill.
Time is playing into his hands. Time from the first has been your enemy, and now it defeats you: winter is coming. Your camp is hungry. Provisions from Normandy are harder to bring over: Harold has his fleet patrolling the Channel, and you are losing the rest of your shipping in the uneven sea battles. Cutting out now will spare you any greater embarrassment later. Back in Normandy, nobody calls you "the Conqueror" anymore.
