text: With a bitter taste in your mouth, you kneel. Orvyn looks openly disgusted, but he too gets down on one knee. William smiles contemptuously, he speaks softly, in an English that is only faintly accented.
  
  
  "Ah, this one knows his manners. Good."
  > You remain silent
  You hold your tongue, but anger wells up inside of you like a storm, like an enraged beast trapped inside a frail cage of flesh and bone. Beside you, Orvyn notices your anger and tenses up, every muscle in his body is ready to spring into action. Even William notices the tension and waves discreetly to the Norman soldiers behind you. You feel cold steel pricking at your back. William glares icily, he leans forward.
  
  
  "You might be wondering why you are still alive, no?"
  
  
  You shrug sardonically. William pretends not to notice your insolence.
  
  
  "The North has proven especially difficult to pacify. I could have you executed, and place a Norman in charge, however I believe the peasants would disapprove, and I would prefer to keep them alive"
  
  
  He pauses briefly, mentally collecting his words
  
  
  "As such, I am reinstating you as lord in the North, providing you swear fealty to me"
  
  
  He leans even closer
  
  
  "Make no mistake. You will be closely watched by one of my men, whom you will take orders from. This is not an offer. Swear to me, or die. Your choice."