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The Geats, they've taken him to Gotland.

Yes, Gotland.

They must've taken him

to their leader Heflar.

From what I understand, he's

not very fond of visitors...

...if you know what I mean.

Anyway, if you are sincere

in finding the druid Alcuin...

...then you're going to need ships.

We have a ship.

Well, then you're going to need men.

You're going to have to

cut your way through there.

Yes, here, here.

Thank you, my dear.

A pleasure as always.

Well, anyway...

...let me see what I can do to help

you gentlemen out this evening.

In the meantime, let's drink, shall we?

Ahh!

By the way...

who's your friend?

We found him.

I think he might be an elf.

But he fights like a Valkyrie.

An elf, you say. Well!

A big bastard, isn't he?

Yang Fu Sun.

Yang? Is that your name?

Eirick.

Sven.

Karl.

Eirick.

- Shh-fen. -

That's close enough.

Yang.

Strange little name

for a strange wee man.

Shh-fen.

Friends!

Friends!

Kinsmen.

Thanes.

Lords.

Good fellows all, eh?

And the rest of you bastards.

Well, we have guests.

Guests of great fame and grim repute.

Welcome Eirick Bloodletter...

...once King of the Jomsbergs.

That same Eirick.

who smashed the Danish army at Jutland!

Who fought outnumbered on Zealand.

And...

...back to back with his great

friend, Sven Stavanger...

...fought from noon until night.

Eirick Bloodletter...

...so... Beloved...

...of the great Goddess Freyja...

...that when he was struck down in battle...

...he was rised, rised, rised...

...by her divine...

...intervention.

Come now, brother, come.

Let us see your face, sir.

That face, that until this night...

we have all known only by legend.

Sir!

I stand here today.

...for a God has asked me to write a song.

...for people to sing in years to come.

A somber song it may be.

It requires a journey

to Helheim and back.

Yet we are Vikings.

...and unafraid of anything

that hell may fling on us.

So any man here who

would be a Viking, come.

Follow me.

Not exactly an inspirational speech.

It's been a while.

You're telling me.

We're gonna be rowing our

f***ing selves to Gotland.

I'm Olaf, son of Redbeard.

Welcome.

And I am Gregor, also a Redbeard.

Welcome.

Anyone else?

Yomar.

I'm a hunter, and my bow is yours.

Thank you.

I'm called Henrik.

Will there be any fighting?

There will, lad.

Then I'm with you.

Any chance of gold?

Not really.

Well, little enough to

be made here, I suppose.

Can you deal with an old bugger like me?

We can.

Bernard.

Killer of women and children.

I ask again.

Any more men?

Brynna the Fair.

Daughter of Hildegard, reader of wind.

This is not a quest for a woman.

Thank you, brothers.

A toast! Toast now!

To honor, to glory, to a valiant death.

...and then on to the hall of heroes. Skal!

Skal!

Please, take one of my ships.

Not this... This bucket.

- Does it float?

- What do you care?

The man promised you a good death...

...and drowning is as good as any other.

Olaf's right. We should

take his father's longship.

No. In this, we'll pass unnoticed.

Hopefully leave the same way.

Sven, I told you that

woman was not to come.

- Well, I'm afraid she has to.

- Why?

You remember the conversation

we had about the boat?

Well, that is the new owner.

And captain. You're crew on my ship.

You'll do as ordered

as any man here will.

If you don't like it,

I hope you swim well.

My Lord, we had nothing but success.

We've raided as far south as Espaa...

...across the Angle Sea...

...and down their rivers as

far as the village of Paris.

But still no word on

the Horn of Helheim.

Whoever possesses the horn

possesses the power to stop me.

My Lord, I cannot see how.

Our warriors and our ships are ready.

Christianity lies at our feet.

With you, a God made

man, nothing can stop us.

Even a God can be stopped.

I know you had no choice to take me.

But I will say this wind

won't abate anytime soon.

What does a woman know

about winds and waves?

As much as anyone whose

mother died in childbirth.

...and whose father took

her on the longboats.

I have sailed the great seas

to Angle Isle and Greenland.

...and woven a course

between mountains of ice.

I've been shipwrecked

on the Great Island.

...and almost died of thirst,

becalmed on the Sea of Sighs.

Perhaps voyaging to Helheim

will be easier than that.

You can still get it wrong.

I say by nightfall, we'll all be rowing.

And I say we won't.

Hmm.

We go to far Gotland, to

the Fjord of Jorgumandr.

Wolfred, get fifty men.

You! Guard the Henge of Stones.

It has begun.

I can feel the bad blood.

That's what you get

when there are strangers.

...sleeping next to you.

I can smell the stench

of a traitor amongst us.

Men are just so full of wind.

Eirick, Eirick.

Land ho, elf eyes.

Gotland. We're here.

This is way too quiet for my liking.

Stay close.

I got one.

Henrik!

To Helheim!

Bloodletter!

Eirick!

The broach is up there.

God, what a jail.

Prison for a wizard of the earth.

No contact with the ground.

Are you Alcuin?

Heflar of the Geats was many things.

None of them virtuous,

most of them cunning.

I have you to thank for his death...

Thane of Jomsberg.

You know of me, wizard?

I saw the possibility of your arrival.

Will you let me down?

If you promise to take me

to the gates of Helheim.

Any man may find those gates.

Most eventually do.

I plan on returning.

None who cross that

bridge may ever return...

Thane of Jomsberg.

The dead know me as one of their own.

Ah!

Freyja's mortal lover.

I heard tell, but did not believe.

I hear many things from many voices...

Eirick Bloodletter.

Will you help me?

I'll show you the way.

Close it is to any man's

heart that truly seeks it.

Lower me, please.

Please. Please let me down.

Soldiers come from the north.

Many horses.

You have powerful enemies, Thane Eirick.

Come, wizard. Time is against us.

A wizard was kept there, sire.

It was as you said:

an iron cage, no roof.

Good.

Now we shall see if

he's all you think he is.

Who is this wretch?

My... My Lord...

...raider ship...

...killed our men...

...killed our great King Heflar...

...took the druid.

Who took the druid?

I heard the druid call him by his name...

Eirick, Thane of Jomsberg.

Heflar called him...

Bloodletter.

Eirick Bloodletter. A fine name.

You know him, sire?

We return to Trondheim. It is done.

My Lord, surely we should pursue them.

No.

He will come for me.

How much further?

Oh, not far now.

In Helheim, there are many

things you must beware of...

...but one thing you cannot avoid.

At the gate of Helheim

lies a massive hound...

...a hound called Garm.

He has no eyes, but he

can smell out the living.

...and the dead.

You may not escape.

It is there!

How do I reach it?

Swim far and deep.

Follow the current as it

gets colder and colder...

...to the very depths.

There you will see the gates.

Eirick, you sure about

this? It's madness.

Aye! Madness it is.

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