:14:00
...when they have not been subject to
my own? Bid this traveler enter in peace.
:14:15
I come in peace, milord.
:14:17
May God reward your mercy.
:14:19
In peace, I greet you.
:14:22
Make a place for him at the table,
and give him food and drink.
:14:42
If hearsay does not lie, you have a ward
of surpassing beauty, milord.
:14:46
Why is the hall dimmed by the absence
of the brightest flame in Saxon England?
:14:50
Because, sir knight, we Saxons have learned
to hide our light under a bushel.
:14:55
Are we condemned never to pay homage
to her?
:14:59
No Saxon princess seeks homage from
the men who took her lands by conquest...
:15:03
...threw down her ancient laws
and put her subjects to the sword.
:15:07
Those well-chewed scraps of bile
were better thrown to the dogs...
:15:11
...than to Normans.
:15:12
While such as you were sulking
here at home...
:15:15
...we held the infidel at bay
in England's name...
:15:18
...and fell before his fury.
:15:20
If our blood is red enough
to bleed for England...
:15:23
...it's red enough to pay homage
to any woman:
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Saxon, Norman, Dane or Celt.
:15:27
Then pay me your homage, sir...
:15:30
...and let me be the judge of its gallantry.
:15:52
We pay you homage, milady.
:15:54
But it must be silent homage,
for words would fail it...
:15:57
...just as they have failed my friend,
and all but failed me.