A Viking Saga: The Darkest Day Page #3

Things of beauty and power.

The ancient images delight the world.

Like these...

These tell the old stories.

The stories before Christ.

The stories that are almost lost.

The stories of the old gods?

Christ has become part of our story.

They are beautiful.

Worthy of the Gospel.

The Book isn't everything.

But it's the word of God.

It must be protected at all costs.

And mustn't people?

Should they not protected?

The Book protects them.

From plague?

From starvation? No.

The Norths destroyed our abbey.

They follow the Book inland.

They can not take it.

I promised my master

I would bring it to safety.

For Angles man and all our people,

I must do that.

This land is also raised,

in Pictish heritage.

Our people chose to fight.

You fight the Norths?

Our warriors protect both the

people and the Word with iron.

It is my duty is to deliver

the Book to Iona.

I can not fail.

And when it is delivered?

I have seen too much horrors

to hide me in a monastery again.

What will you do?

All I've ever known is gone.

I have nothing left.

Run!

Run!

Find him!

Where are you going?

I will have fun with you.

The Power of Angles men.

The Book of white Christ.

You can not read the words, old man?

No matter. You have your price.

I now see its beauty, its power...

I'm sorry, old man.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

You will be king here.

I embrace you, Hadrada of Ekero.

So much blood has been spilled

for these pages.

I'll kill your wife and rape your daughters.

Just as you raped my mother.

No, I won't give you the honor

dying with a sword in your hand.

You'll never reach Valhalla.

Perhaps your white Christ will

accept you into his paradise.

I am Hamal, king of Ekero!

Now we go back to the ships.

Too many have fallen

for his madness.

It is done.

Such wild beauty.

And such bravery.

Tie her.

She'll be worth a fortune

in our whorehouses.

- What about the monk?

- What about him?

He'll be here for the Book.

A monk will not last a day

in these mountains.

He's prey for the wolves.

Where are they?

Does the girl live?

Why do you fall, devil, why?

Why?

They were innocent.

They were innocent!

Forgive me!

What was that?

Nothing.

This monk has a terrible aim.

Do not let her run.

B*tch!

You want to play, you want to play?

Good, I like to play!

Wait.

You will suffer before

you meet your Christ.

All this for a book?

How is it,

it has so much power over men?

It makes madman by the appear of it!

Look at it! Look at it!

The word of your god has no power!

Where is your god now?

I am Hereward of Lindisfarne.

Do the brothers of Lindisfarne

carry arms now?

I am the only brother left.

This is the Holy Book.

It must be kept safe.

Will you stay with us, brother?

I can not.

God be with you, brother.

I am Hereward of Northumbria

I have no other name.

My mother abandoned me to the monks

of the monastery when I was 3 months old.

The monastery of Lindisfarne,

the only home I've ever known.

Its cold stones, my only refuge.

This holy island, my only life.

Many died for the Gospel,

in those few terrible days.

I remember them in my prayers...

Always.

She taught me much in my first

months from the monastery.

She became my refuge.

I was reborn at their side.

I learned from the people that

Angles men were as precious as the Word.

And must be protected as fiercely.

I learned that the destruction brought

to our shores from the Norths...

must be met with rough and iron.

I am Hereward of Northumbria.

And my life as an innocent ended that night...

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