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William now directed his archers to shoot high into the air, so that the arrows would fall behind the shield-wall, and one of these pierced Harold in the right-eye, inflicting a mortal wound. He fell at the foot of the royal standard, unconquerable except by death, which does not count in honour. The hard-fought battle was now decided.
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On the death of King Harold at the Battle of Hastings on October 14, 1066, Vol I; The Birth of Britain

 

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