The 13th Warrior Page #3

- Down.

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 ?

Is there a choice ?

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.

It's a Queen Weilew fronts

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

the leader of their warriors.

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

A passage leading down.

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

for killing their mother.

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

have to worry about fire.

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...

who loved other gods,

who shared their food...

and shed their blood...

that his servant,

AhmedIbn Fahdlan,

might become a man...

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