William: From his king? Absolutely. Here are Scotland's terms. Lower your 
          flags, and march straight back to England, stopping at every home to beg 
          forgiveness for 100 years of theft, rape, and murder. Do that and your 
          men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today. <br>
Cheltham: You are outmatched. You have no heavy cavalry. In two centuries 
          no army has won without–. <br>
William: I'm not finished. Before we let you leave, your commander must 
          cross that field, present himself before this army, put his head between 
          his legs, and kiss his own ass.