The Vikings Page #3

Build her a nest

so she can hide.

Too many hawks around here!

Make sail!

Make sail!

Hail Einar! Hail Einar!

Stop rowing.

Oars down!

Hail, Einar!

Hail, Ragnar!

I give thanks to Odin

for your safe return.

Well, where is she?

Where is who?

Who do you think I mean...

your little friend

with the pigtails?

Stop shouting.

You sound like a moose

giving birth to a hedgehog.

Get this grain ashore.

I want to know why

you missed the wench...

you were sent to bring back.

I didn't miss her.

Where is she?

A little skinny perhaps,

but not bad.

Not bad at all.

Restrain yourself, my lord.

If she is dishonored,

she's worthless as a queen...

and Aella won't

pay ransom for her.

I don't need traitors

to plead my cause.

My quarrel's with Aella, lady,

not with you.

We were all agreed

you would be unharmed...

while you remained with us.

Remember that, Einar.

Leave her alone.

I haven't touched her...yet.

And you never will.

I'd kill myself first.

She doesn't seem to like you.

She likes me well enough.

I doubt it

from the looks of her.

So do I.

But the time will come.

Never.

Never?

You like the scars on my face,

don't you?

Sure.

My beauty

stirs her little heart.

You have better luck

with falcons.

She'll never call you

"Dainty face."

Any objections?

Of course not, my lord.

He's just a slave.

Let's go ashore

and take her along.

She stays here.

We'll talk about her again...

when you're more drunk

or more sober.

Olaf!

Anchor the boat on the fjord...

and guard her well.

Ah, come.

You'll soon forget the wench.

She's too skinny, anyhow.

She's beautiful.

And all the bones

sticking out...

why, she's an old crow...

with all the feathers

pulled out.

She said she'd kill herself

if I touched her.

They all say that.

What they really mean is

they'll kill themselves...

if you don't.

Maybe, but I never had one

spit on me and bite.

They'll bite all the more

nowthat you're Einar One-eye.

I wanted to thank you

for proving me innocent.

Go back to your husband!

Come. Drink.

No one woman

is worth all this fuss.

Well, my lady, as terrible

as this captivity is...

at least

we should be thankful...

that so far our honor

has been spared.

Yes, Bridget.

We have that

to be thankful for.

Strange howthings never

turn out the way you expect.

I always thought Vikings

attacked their women.

We've been very lucky.

It hasn't been due

entirely to luck, Bridget.

He can't help the way he acts.

He's a pagan, my lady.

He's a mad dog.

Well...

if it weren't for

the scars on his face...

he'd be rather nice-Iooking.

For a Viking, I mean.

I don't want to talk about him.

Scratches and bites

won't hold him off forever.

What a son!

How about my mother?

Tell me,

did my mother fight you?

Did she fight me?

I have the scars

of her scratches...

and bites all over me.

What a woman.

That's how I feel about Morgana.

Look at me.

Do you think with this face...

I want the kind of wife

who would let me touch her?

I want her to fight me

tooth and nail...

the first time I take her

and the last.

You are my son...

and you'll be

wearing this one day.

Don't forget that.

I won't forget.

Now, you really want her,

as skinny as she is...

I give her to you.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean?

You mean we won't ransom her?

No! You can have her.

I'll give this little wench

from Wales...

a reason to bite and scratch.

I'm Einar!

Son of Ragnar!

I'll show her

what forging can be done...

when fire fights fire!

I'll make her howl...

till they hear her in Wales!

Morgana!

My pretty little bird!

Sharpen your claws!

I'm Einar!

All right, men!

Everybody off!

Morgana and I want to be alone.

Good job, men!

Thank you, Olaf!

Morgana!

Out! Out!

Come on, lady! You!

I can't swim!

If you touch me,

I'll kill myself.

There's a sword to do it with...

because I'm going to touch you.

Scratch.

Come on.

Fight.

A woman can't fight a man.

You wench!

Kick! Bite! Scratch!

Now, come on...

fight me.

I will not lift one finger

to resist you.

Whatever you do

will be on your conscience.

Let it be on my conscience.

I've come to help you escape.

-Escape?

-I've stolen a ship.

My lady, it's only a tiny boat.

We'll drown.

-Are you afraid?

-Yes.

-Will you come with me?

-Yes.

My lady, how do you know

you can trust this slave?

-I know.

-But, my lady!

If you don't want to come,

you can stay.

Wait. Wait for me.

Our only chance

is to get far away by morning.

Yes, I can see that.

We'd go a lot faster

if we all rowed.

Would we?

Yes, we would.

Do you mean

that I should rowthis boat?

Yes, I do mean that.

Impossible.

Get an oar and row.

But a princess

doesn't row a boat.

Get an oar and row.

Well, I can't.

I don't know how.

Learn. You, too.

What's the matter now?

This bodice is too tight.

I'll have to stop.

-What's a bodice?

-This dress I'm wearing.

It's too tight right in there...

Row.

Mine isn't too tight.

Eric, look.

It's Einar.

Turn! Turn!

They're heading for the fog.

We'll get them.

We can't go into the fog.

Keep rowing.

Faster! Faster!

The men are afraid

we'll run aground. So am I.

Keep rowing!

Faster! Faster!

Look out!

Grab hold of the mast!

Stop rowing.

Odin! Odin!

I'm going under!

Hold on!

Get me out!

Into the boat!

Over here!

Over here!

Back to your oars!

Back to your oars!

Give up the chase.

Morgana's out there!

After them!

The Great Snake is sunk.

You want to wreck

this ship, too?

Ragnar.

Where's Ragnar?

At the bottom of the fjord.

Curse of Odin on that slave!

If I have to cross

the Poison Sea...

I'll find him.

I swear it.

By the sacred blood of Odin.

Still afraid?

No. I'm worth more alive

than dead. Are you?

No.

But I value my life

much more now.

Of course I'm grateful

to you for saving me...

and Aella

will certainly reward you.

Why should I take you

back to Aella?

-But you must.

-Why?

I'm pledged to him

on my father's word.

I didn't steal you away...

just to give you

to another man.

Aella isn't another man.

He's a king.

And I'm a slave.

And I loved you

the moment I saw you.

I loved you even before then.

Kitala saw it in the runes.

That's just Kitala's silly talk.

Do you love Aella?

I belong to him...

by my father's word

as a Christian king.

What's your father's word

compared to Odin's will?

Do you know which of

all the oceans is the widest?

The Poison Sea.

No.

The ocean between

a Christian and a heathen.

Our hands can reach across it

as easily as that.

But that's just

a joining of the flesh.

What else is missing?

Joining of our souls.

If our hands are touching,

our souls must be touching.

But your soul is heathen.

If my soul is content

to be heathen...

and yours content

to be Christian...

let's not question flesh

for wanting to remain flesh.

You'll be in England soon.

Suppose Aella releases you

from your pledge.

Then I'd be free.

But why should he?

I'll find a way.

How can I make you understand?

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