A Viking Saga: The Darkest Day Page #2

Come.

We must move.

Come!

I'm sorry for the loss

of your brother.

He was more than a brother.

He raised me.

He taught me.

The Norths have much to pay for.

They followed us deep into the forest.

More may come.

They want the Book.

They seek its power.

It must never fall into their hands.

They are heathen bastards.

All will be lost.

My son...

Fallen.

Where are you been, boy?

Pray.

My son...

My blood...

They will pay...

I will frame my fury down upon them.

Blood will run.

May Thor receive you.

May Odin own you.

They called to you.

They wait for you to take your place

among them in Halls of Valhalla.

May the brave live forever.

We must not mourn but rejoice

those who have met a glorious death.

We must move, boy.

There is no hope.

He has abandoned us.

No, He has not.

What do you know of God?

You're a butcher of men,

nothing more.

There are many ways to serve Christ.

By the sword?

Does it not resemble the cross?

While your kind are crawling to him

in the privilege of your monasteries

we protect His word with iron.

With murder!

Christ has not abandoned you, boy.

He stands in front of you!

Build a pyre.

And then we go back for the ships?

The Saxons must pay!

Your son is dead.

Half a day is lost.

You want us all die for your book.

- It is over...

- Don't question me!

What is this?

Witchcraft.

It's a warning.

This is an evil place.

We should find another way.

We are in the wilds now.

We must push on.

Let us pass in peace.

Pagan scum!

I am no pagan.

Let us pass in peace.

Who are you?

I am Denegifu.

We are the true followers of Christ.

And these?

Apostles.

To who?

To Christ's will.

Angles men dies.

The people starve.

Famine destroys those who

does plague do not.

We witness the final days.

No flesh shall be spared.

We go to the mountains,

to await His final judgment.

- You'll find no judgment in the mountains.

- You should join us, monk.

Join you?

Your monastery will not shield

you from the coming wrath.

Nor will the mountains.

Have you seen the villages, boy?

There is only death there.

He punishes sin.

His word is our only salvation.

Does His word feeds the starving?

Or cure the sick?

No.

We must embrace the death He brings,

so we may sit at His side

in paradise.

This is the Holy Book of Lindisfarne.

Illuminated by Bishop Eadfrith,

in the presence of Christ.

This is your salvation.

Before we go to our death

bless us.

Be our defense against cruelty

and the wiles of the devil.

May God rebuke you.

We humbly pray

May the power of God

throws Satan in hell

and all evil spirits who wander

in this world

to the damnation of souls.

That was foolish...

Never show the Book again...

Not out here.

They were desperate.

That is why you must be careful.

It's a precious thing to risk.

The people need protection.

Only the Book is important.

Do not forget that.

They could have gone in any direction.

We won't find them out here now.

We will find them.

It is time to leave.

Do you never sleep?

We must keep going.

It is cold!

We travel north.

It will get colder.

Come.

Wait!

We won't harm you.

- Are there others?

- An army.

You will die out here.

- Where are they?

- You are in... hell!

The others will eat your flesh

and f*** your covered bodies.

A trap...

The witch is responsible.

- The pagan whore must pay.

- No.

- She wears the marks of witchcraft!

- Wait!

Let her speak.

Who are you?

What is your name?

We do not understand you...

Speak now!

Eara! Of the Northern people.

She lies!

She travels with bandits!

Why do you travel with these men?

They ambushed us and killed my family.

You're a long way from home, girl.

Plague took my village.

We tried to escape it.

Are you Christian?

- She lies!

- You will not shed blood here!

She tried to lead us to death.

You will not curse us

with the blood of innocents.

I will not take any risk.

She'll bring destruction upon us all.

We'll leave her to

the bandits. Come!

She has suffered enough.

...She's suffered enough.

We need to remove the arrow.

- Are there more?

- Yes. They will return before nightfall.

We must find a safer place.

The wound is blue.

The arrow was poisoned.

The poison works quickly.

He will not live throughout

the night without remedy.

Remedy?

Where will we find remedy?

It is all around us.

Do you Saxons know so little about

the land you inhabit?

Free me.

I can help him.

Free you?

- He saved me from your sword.

I want repay the debt. - No!

Where will I run?

Into the hands of the bandits?

The poison is known to my people.

I can cure him.

With witchcraft? No!

From moss, bark, nettles...

Is that witchcraft?

It can be cured.

We have work to do.

The poison blends into his visions.

This mixture is close

once that used to communicate

with the old gods.

Old gods?

Devils!

Perhaps.

But they were worshiped across this land

long before the whisper of

Christ came to our shores.

We must take the swords to the old gods

and all that followed them devils.

They are a disease.

This will stop the wound from festering.

Eat.

Become... my... wrath.

All is safe.

I saw you.

You were in my dreams.

You saved me.

I've only repayed the debt.

There is no debt.

My debt is to you.

The poison was used by my ancestors.

It is said to come visions

of the other world.

The warriors of my people

once used it to

challenge the power of

the old gods in battle.

I saw terrible things.

We live through dark days.

You're strong, boy.

I do not feel strong.

We have far to go.

We can't rest here any longer.

I know.

Gather everything.

We must leave.

We lost their trail.

There's no chance of finding

your Book now, old man.

The old man's hatred has

brought death to our own.

To his own son.

It has lead us deep

into Saxon territory.

We can no longer obey this mad man.

We go back!

One more word, snake,

and I leave you here for the crows.

Move!

We will find the book.

Any against me shall suffer my fury.

I will not tolerate mutiny.

Now you move.

Or you'll die.

Move!

We shall rest here.

We shall rest.

No. We can not.

You need rest.

He will remain loyal to the old man.

And you?

I will follow you.

The old man leads us to death.

We can not face them both,

in open combat.

I'll take care of both of them.

No, there would be no honor

in obvious assassination.

You choose your moment carefully.

His wound festers.

He will not accept aid.

Will he live?

Let him rest now.

I'll try to find the leaves

to clean the wound.

How do you know such cures?

My people has used the land's

gifts for a thousand years.

My mother taught me as

her mother taught her.

I'm sorry for your family...

I will see them in the next world.

I have also lost mine.

Tell me about them.

They were not family by blood.

The monks there raised me.

I aided the scribes.

The scribes?

The monks of Lindisfarne

translated the holy Gospels.

I've heard of your books.

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