People, this was taken out of the Mead Hall for a reason. Enough with the nonsense.
This is a formal declaration of war, since this Willelm, who styles himself Duke of Normandy, has failed to heed our demands. And it is a serious matter, because it so happens we have reason to believe this Wyllelm is, in fact, a
þeodloga, an arch-impostor. He is not who he claims he is. He is not the Duke of Normandy.
If he were the real duke, wouldn't the noble Balduin filz Herluin, Count of Runeville, acknowledge him as his liege?
Yet he doesn't. The House of Runeville doesn't rank below that of this Willelm Þeodloga, and Balduin is but a count. Would the real duke be leading his men in minor skirmishes? Isn't the Duke of Normandy said to be more powerful than the King of France himself? Why isn't he leading big armies against other kings and dukes, but instead raiding small villages and clashing with local militias and petty pirates?
Indeed,
it is known that, until the time for open war and full hosts in battle array comes, the real Duke of Normandy and others like him won't put a foot on the battlefield. Just like we never saw Eadward King of the English, or Magnus King of Norway, or anyone of similar rank involved in these raids. Only local chieftains defending against enemy warbands.
Would the Duke of Normandy openly embrace that most insulting nickname men have given to him - namely, "the Bastard"? That's no honourable thing to boast about. Yet this Wilhelm Ðeodloga styles himself "the Bastard", and has his men refer to themselves as the army of the Bastard. How can that be?
It's very simple: Willelm Þeodloga is not the Duke of Normandy. He can't be. Whether he's a count, a baron, or a churl, I cannot say. I do not know either why he claims kinship with us Fyrnings, but there are some who say this Wyllelm hails from Grestan and does in fact have some English blood. There are some who go as far as to claim he is even the feared and cunning Count of Grestan and not the illegitimate bastard child who thinks the English will take him as their king, but if that's the case, only God knows what nefarious intentions he has with this ruse, and what harm it might bring to the English people.
Whatever the truth is, we Fyrnings stand by the House of the West-Saxons, and any Normans, de Runeville, de Grestan or bastard child of no account, that sets foot in this land will serve as food for the raven and fill of the wolf.