Arne bristled and ground his teeth together. Apologize for us? Overzealous? This is war against an honorless foe that enslaves people through trickery, and tests its bravery against farmers and peasants! Or is Sir Cedwyn playing along with us? Arne turned to the knight and said flatly, "He is nothing like us, Sir Cedwyn. Remember the Treachery of the Long Knives, and the Saxons' treachery against my own people. None of us would have acted so dishonorably."
Arne let his fists unclench, and managed to give Sir Cedwyn a short bow. "My apologies, Sir Cedwyn. You are in command here; I shall do as you have asked." Turning again to the prisoner with a molten glare, he said, "<The knight, Sir Cedwyn, asks you where we can send for your ransom, Saxon.>"