Mont Saint-Michel’s quicksand

The army crosses the Couesnon under Mont Saint-Michel, and men start going down in the quicksand. Harold pulls two of them out with his own hands, one across his shoulder, the other arm already reaching. The caption names him for it. Everything after that is other people’s business: a man escaping his own tower on a rope, torches at the foot of a motte, a town surrendering. At the end William hands him weapons, which reads as an honour and is also a claim. Worth waiting for: The keys of a town handed over on the point of a lance, so that nobody’s fingers meet.