Northmen - A Viking Saga Page #3

the closer the Wolves come.

They come on horse-back

As soon as they pick-up

our trail they'll catch us.

You should listen to

your prisoner.

We have to slow them down.

Go!

That way.

Wait.

What if it's an ambush?

So what if it's an ambush?

Let's go!

- Little brother...

- Mount up

What about the wounded?

We move on.

- Mount up!

- Alright!

They're already coming.

And why should we believe you.

I see what the land

reveals to me.

- 'Course you do!

- Enough!

- Just keep moving.

- Yes.

On horses they will be

upon us in no time.

We need to catch them

before the waterfall.

Move!

We won't make it!

Thorald!

We're almost there.

Move!

We'll make it.

Inghean.

Are you injured?

I don't think so.

Keep going.

We have to go, now.

You came back for me.

You keep your puppies well leashed?

And yours, have left

you all alone?

Lady Inghean...

...your father's concerned

about you.

Now, hand her over.

So be it, Northmen.

- We must follow them, now!

- No!

We'll wait.

- So, we made it.

- Not so fast.

We need to find a way

of stopping them here.

Or we can forget about

reaching those boats.

Thorald, stay here and

watch out for the Wolves.

Everyone else, follow me.

We have work to do.

One man is guarding

the path. The archer.

- It's a Viking sword.

- It is.

I always had the feeling it

was waiting for someone.

Even one of my splinters

shall slay my opponent

Hail mighty Tyr...

I pledge to walk unswerving

for fire and blood and steel.

- Will your gods help?

- They will.

Sure, as always.

I know Tyr will help us.

I personally believe in

more earth bound help.

And this will work.

Nice.

You're early.

Take your rest.

I'll keep watch.

And I hope they try.

It seems someone's crazy

for Valhalla.

So...

This is how you

Christians pray, is it?

I preach his word

any way I can.

But it will take more than prayer

to vanquish Dunchaid's men.

One day, I was ordered to the most

dangerous place, for a man of God.

The land of the Pics.

But not only was I able

to win their trust.

They accepted me

as one of their own

...without bloodshed.

The King Dunchaid was

at war with the Pics...

...in order to put

an end to the bloodshed...

...he asked me to mediate.

So...

...I persuaded the leaders to

attend a meeting with the King.

Dunchaid had

all the leaders killed.

And anyone left

was enslaved.

- You could not know.

- I should have known.

I should have saved them...

...but, I failed.

I retreated from my order,

to a life of solitude.

God said all is at

solitary in a home.

...but the rebellious dwell

in a parched land.

That assumes you are with us now.

Can a monk be rebellious?

Can a Viking not?

We shall never make it.

Will the sun ever rise or set again without

you complaining like a fish wife?

...Hird?

Skoll

If you call me that name

one more time...

- Then what?

- Enough!

The Wolves are enough for us

to fight. Rest now.

We'll move at first light.

What is a Hird?

The Hirds were

King Harald's bodyguards.

Jorund was one of them.

Was until King Harald, set him upon

everyone who disagreed with him.

You mean,

men like you?

Jorund became an outlaw and

fought with me and my father.

After our defeat,

he fled with us.

So you're not even welcome

amongst your own?

Just like you.

Tonight should've been

my wedding night.

Don't worry my heart

isn't broken

It was a profitable move

for my father.

That explains why you were

locked in the wagon.

I can't imagine you as a

loving wife.

Quiet and obedient.

Well, I take that

as a compliment.

They are here!

Haldor?

Where is Haldor?

Where is Haldor?

- Grim.

- Haldor?

Haldor!

We can not leave him!

When you've taken revenge,

Haldor will be smiling down on you.

But not now,

not here!

Look out!

No!

Rise up!

Run!

Now, what?

You're welcome to swim,

but I'll be crossing on that.

Northmen!

I will hold them off.

For Haldor.

We will.

- The rest of you, over the bridge.

- You heard the man.

Take care of Inghean, my friend.

Defend that bridge.

Vikings, show no mercy.

Asbjorn, you made the right

decision about that monk.

He is not so bad,

for a Christian.

You know it'll be quicker

to just jump in the ravine.

Jorund, go!

Come on!

Vikings!

Vikings?

Gunnar.

Come on!

Make haste!

Your lives end here!

Bjorn!

Right there!

Go to sleep,

little doggies.

- Gunnar, to the bridge.

- Yeah!

Asbjorn!

No!

Grim!

No!

Gunnar!

Cut down the bridge.

This is just the beginning, Northmen.

We have to go on.

It should have been me.

It should have been me.

It was my time.

Hjorr, come here.

There is a path.

- That has to come out...

- It's fine.

Do you want to go to the

Danelaw or Valhalla?

Wait!

What are you doing?

Against gangrene.

Go on.

If we continue with this pace

we should still be here for Ragnarok.

The coast.

We are not there yet.

Wait!

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Inghean...

...I believe in what you see.

What do you see?

They are coming...

...on horse back.

Let's stand and fight them,

right here.

This is no place to fight them.

- There has to be another way.

- The boats are not much further.

We can still get there.

It is the only hope.

Lets go.

Come on.

The moor will be their grave.

No more running.

Here.

Vikings!

Thorald, wait!

Thorald.

Asbjorn!

How many times

we have to kill you, Northmen?

At least one more time,

mercenary.

No!

You are coming with me northmen.

I am sorry.

Thorald.

When the storm

rages fears...

...hoist the sail to the top.

Oh how merry,

the Storm King appears...

...let her drive, let her drive...

Better founded than strike.

For all who strikes

is a slave.

Be on your way.

We are too late.

The boats were in those caves.

The openings are already under water

Why am I not even surprised.

So what's the plan?

No more talking,

let's fight them. Come on!

No!

We can take them, come on.

Gunnar, you will die in vain.

No, I die in battle.

Look!

Asbjorn!

Now, my King?

Archers.

- Gunnar!

- I will fight!

- Gunnar, he has the boat.

- No, I will fight!

I thought we had lost you.

Asbjorn!

Not bad, not bad at all,

helmsman.

Let's get off this coast.

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