- Priest: Well, now, fertility. Some say it's pagan. But who's not pagan in some matters?
- Draco: True, true! I love the speech of scholars.
- Priest: These young folks here think of nothing but frolic. "Desist!" I tell them, but they will go a-wantoning. So, lest the Devil take them, I preach them a text from holy writ. "Increase and multiply," I say. "Replenish the earth." And oh! how they obey me.
- Chrysagon: From under his right hand, I took that sword. I've lived twenty years with that cold wife.
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- Narrator: In the eleventh century, Europe was patchwork of feudal states, extending from the Mediterranean to the shores of the North Sea. Powerful dukes exerted life-and-death control over their primitive subjects. One such, Duke William of Ghent, held a coastal area in Normandy. To protect the fens and marshes of a troubled corner of his domain, the duke sent a troop of warriors led by his most trusted knight, Chrysagon de la Crux. This Norman war lord was charged to impose the duke's will on his vassals and to protect their settlements from Frisian raiders, who crossed the water to plunder and pillage.