The 13th Warrior Page #3
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Push it now !
Heave !
So you saw
the fireworm ?
It's cavalry.
- I rather prefer a dragon.
- Hundreds.
With torches.
Take the north.
Let's go, little brother.
It's beginning.
"Arab" ! Here !
Guard !
Allah,
be merciful.
Ja ! Did you see that ?
Hold this.
I got you !
Ja !
Yeah !
It's a man.
It's a man.
It's a man.
It's a man.
It's a man !
It's a man !
It's all right,
little brother.
- There are more.
Aah !
Aah !
- Aah !
- Aah !
Aah !
Aah !
- Get 'em over !
Aah !
They've breached the gate !
Aah !
Aah !
They've breached the gate !
Fight them !
Turn and fight them !
Aah !
Come on !
Come on !
Ahmed !
What do I do with it ?
Put your foot on it
and stand !
- Aah !
Aah !
Aah !
Aah !
Don't !
Aah !
Skeld, Halga, Roneth...
and Rethel will be
joining them.
I cannot...
taste neither
the fermentation of grape...
nor of wheat.
- What ?
Why do you
laugh ?
Honey.
It's made from honey.
We will die here.
It is...
possible.
Come.
Come on.
She finish you,
or bring you back to life ?
A gentleman doesn't
discuss such things.
- Three more on the fence.
Looks like the mating
of a man and some beast.
It's a man.
If it's a man,
it must sleep.
If it sleeps, it has a lair
and we have a trail.
Attack them ?
Come with me.
There is a woman who can help.
Bring the Arab.
There's one down here
who was old...
when my grandmother
was a girl.
She's quite mad.
The perfect advisor.
Oh, Weilew.
Oh.
Shame, shame, shame.
me now, does she not ?
We seek your counsel,
Madam.
We or he ?
Step closer, Buliwyf.
Closer.
You know me ?
I have ears.
"Warrior," says the wind.
"Chieftain,"
says the rain.
But why seek you me ?
Met you your match ?
Met you your match...
with the eaters of the dead ?
We seek your wisdom.
Wars are won in the will.
Perhaps you've been fighting
in the wrong field.
Have you a token ?
A thing.
- A thing of them.
- Yes.
Ahh.
They show you the way
you will not see.
Slaughter them
till you rot.
You'll accomplish nothing.
Find the root.
- Strike the will.
- How ?
This is the mother
of the Wen.
She they revere.
She is the will.
Where do I seek her ?
She is the earth.
Seek her in the earth.
And Buliwyf, beware
He wears
the horns of power.
He, too, you must kill.
Have we anything
resembling a plan ?
Uh-huh. Ride till
we find them, kill them all.
A child could
follow this.
They have no fear,
no fear of us at all.
The dog
does not approve.
Bearskulls.
I don't think
they like company.
The claws.
The headdresses.
Bears.
They think they are bears.
They want us
to think they are bears.
Hey, how do you
hunt a bear ?
Chase it down with dogs.
What--
How do you hunt a bear
in winter ?
Go in his cave
with spears.
Where is a cave ?
It's in the earth.
The next glen,
many fires.
Is there a cave ?
But there's
no cave.
Yes, there is.
- Straight into the rock face.
- Can we get to it ?
If they don't
keep dogs, maybe.
You'd have to
kiss me first, dearie.
Let's go.
Oh, how deep in
the Earth are we ?
- Deep enough to fall out the bottom.
- Come on !
Look at your feet.
I was wrong.
These are not men.
If we cut our way
through them,
we will have
the other lot on us.
Down the wall,
and we swim.
I go.
- Let's go, little brother.
- I do not enjoy heights.
Stay.
Aah !
Go !
Kill her !
Do it !
- Aah !
Aah !
Damn it !
It is done ?
It is.
A hard fight to get
clear of here ?
Hey, there's
I've run about
as far as I care to.
Today was a good day.
A good day.
Get along, lad.
Go.
Helfdane ?
We'll just keep
following this stream.
It has to come out
somewhere.
Stream disappears
under the rocks.
- Buliwyf !
- I'm all right.
We fight by twos.
Give the other pair a chance to rest.
Here they come.
Go on,
make it worse.
Now it's gonna rain.
- It's gonna rain. It's gonna rain.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait !
- Thunder.
- Waves make thunder.
- The thunder cliffs.
- Surf. Surf.
There's a surf
out there.
Can we swim it ?
Do we drown trying ?
Try it.
Breathe ! Breathe !
Deep breath !
Now, one, two, three !
The way we'll know is...
if they don't follow us,
it's too far to swim !
Not through the night.
- His fate is sealed.
- You don't know that.
The skeane is tied.
The weave
was settled long ago.
You're wearing that
long face for me ?
I cannot help it.
I have only
these hands.
I will die
a pauper.
You will be buried
as a king.
A man might
be thought wealthy...
if someone
were to draw...
the story
of his deeds...
that they may be remembered.
Such a man might be
thought wealthy indeed.
He's traveling
to the other side.
He grips his sword
as if afraid he will not wake.
Think no more of these things.
You must rest now.
- I'm not tired.
- Rest.
The Wendol want vengeance
They will
come soon.
Again ?
We killed the mother
but not the leader.
As long as he lives,
they will come back to fight us.
When ?
Tonight.
The evening
lasts so long here.
Not like home.
I don't think tonight
there will be--
- fog.
" Kill the mother,"
she said.
" Kill their leader
and they will break."
We'll soon find out
if she was right.
At least we don't
They're all terrified,
ready to break and run.
I wish we had
Buliwyf with us.
It's a small matter.
Here.
Prepare yourselves.
Merciful Father,
I have squandered my days
with plans of many things.
This was not among them.
But at this moment,
I beg only...
to live the next
few minutes well.
- When the time comes.
Don't let them
be taken.
For all we ought
to have thought...
and have not thought,
all we ought to have said...
and have not said,
all we ought to have done...
and have not done,
I pray Thee, God,
for forgiveness.
They're coming!
'Lo there
do I see my father.
- 'Lo there do I see
my mother and my sisters...
- Mother and my sisters...
- and my brothers.
- and my brothers.
'Lo there do I see
the line of my people,
back to the beginning.
'Lo they do call to me.
They bid me
take my place among them.
In the halls of Valhalla,
where the brave...
may live...
forever.
Aah !
Aah !
Aah !
Aah !
It's over.
We shall make prayers
for your safe passage.
Prayers to who ?
In your land one god is perhaps enough,
but we have need of many.
I will pray to all of them for you.
Do not be offended.
I'll be in your debt.
Goodbye, Arab !
Goodbye, Northman.
Across seas of monsters and
forests of demons we traveled.
Praise be to Allah,
the merciful
and compassionate.
May His blessing
be up on pagan men...
and shed their blood...
that his servant,
AhmedIbn Fahdlan,
might become a man...
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