-gurgling- Damned Norman dogs...

You have my word as a noble of Wessex. I swear to Almighty God, that I Harold Godwinson will not try to escape my captor, Guy of Ponthieu.  

My dear sweat Ester, you’re a good girl even if you are a peasant, and I never intended to hurt you, but also I never said I would bring you home with me. I said ‘I would like to’, which I would, but that doesn’t mean I can. I am the brother-in-law to the King, I have position, and how would it look if I brought someone like you, a common person, with me, an Earl? It would be a disgrace. I would be humiliated, and you would be scorned. So no, that will never happen.