Your name is Bradley Wilson, a skinny eighteen year old boy on sale at a slave auction in 11th century England. You're stood on the side of a dirty street wearing just a pair of underwear, a dirty pair of baggy trousers, a dirty baggy T-shirt and a metal collar around your neck. The slave trader is stood beside you as an array of wealthy women walk past, some stopping to observe you.

Lady Sophie: "Good afternoon, slaver. Got some new stock I see?"

Slaver: "Ahh, Lady Sophie, yes, I just got this one after his village was raided by danes. He's nice and cheap if you're interested."