Northmen - A Viking Saga

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Make no tent on thy ship

Never sleep in the house.

For a foe within doors you may view

On his shield sleeps the Viking

his sword in his hand

and his tent is the heavenly blue

When the storm rageth fierce

hoist the sail to the top

Oh, how merry the storm king appears

Let her drive, let her drive

Better founder than strike,

For who strikes is a slave to his fears

The sail!

Bjorn!

Come on, boy.

Wake up!

Where are we?

It's not Lindisfarne that's for sure

Behind enemy lines

behind friendly lines.

What friendly lines?

Come on.

My runes will protect you on

your journey, my friend.

What are you doing?

He needs them more than I do.

What happens when you die?

Then I will be dead.

All right, men.

Our raid on Lindisfarne must wait.

First we must get off this coast.

We don't even know where we are!

Well down here we'll drown.

But, that is madness.

I am a warrior,

not a climber.

You heard the man.

Your father would

be so proud of you.

Leave him.

We're going to need every man.

Asbjorn.

That's a friendly welcome?

What did you expect?

Meeting women folk?

Archers!

It's them or us.

Spread out.

Use what you can and

make it count.

Valhalla!

Bjorn!

Valli!

Won't take him long to get reinforcements.

You brother waits for us in Valhalla.

Asbjorn, come here.

He comes with us.

You must leave me here.

He's right.

He will only delay us.

No one still alive

gets left behind.

Help him.

Ha, get-off.

As you wish, helmsman.

Get up.

Good.

What have we here?

Open it.

What a pretty bird you freed.

Who are you and why were you locked in this wagon.

Scottish. I thought so.

Scotland.

So further from home than we thought.

Where they eat little northmen like you for breakfast

We better get out of here.

Our nearest settlement must be to the south

Two maybe three days.

They'll never let us in empty handed.

We are not empty handed.

Look at the brooch.

At the golden embroidery

on her dress.

This is a special kind of bird.

And special birds are worth a special bounty.

Enough to pay for all our heads?

For sure.

Am I right?

Jorund, take your hands away.

Jorund! Take your hands

away!

You are not under King Harald's

command any more.

Aye-aye...

...helmsman.

I would not get too near if I were you.

If you can understand me,

I need you to come with us.

If you behave...

If you behave yourself...

...nothing will happen to you.

When your people pay your ransom you will be free.

My word for it.

We probably have one or two

days at the most before they come.

Before who comes?

Do you really think nobody will miss this woman?

Believe me someone is coming.

The bride's messenger is nearing the gates.

Good.

You look distracted.

Not cause for concern I hope.

Giving away my only child? It's a marked day for any man.

Unleash the great fire.

We are gathered here to celebrate the union of-

...my daughter the lady Inghean with clan lord Murdill.

For them, the great fire

shall burn until...

- My king.

- Speak, man.

We were attacked by Vikings.

They've taken her prisoner my king.

Bovar!

No, my king...

Rise

Tell me. How is it possible that

twenty of the king's best men...

...lose his daughter to

few common northmen?

We discovered them climbing the

cliffs. They're at least dozen of them.

Now they caught Lady Inghean

and you are still free.

Do you think

this is just?

But, my King...

No, wait.

Was that really necessary,

mercenary?

It will serve as a lesson to your office and his subjects

not to act without due thought and deliberation.

But you can't question a dead man now can you?

We know everything

we need to know.

Your daughter is in the hands of a few Vikings who are obviously stranded.

Otherwise, they would not

have climbed up the cliffs.

They handle their weapons well enough to beat your warriors.

They need not look twice to see that she's worth a

considerable ransom.

You bring my daughter

back to me alive...

...and I will award you,

handsomely.

If it's not

possible to free her...

...you know what to do.

Inghean can consider herself so lucky

to have such a responsible father.

How dare you?

If my enemies see that a bunch of

Vikings could press gold from a king...

...how long do you think it'll be,

before every clan lord rises up against me.

And I will not forget

your impertinence.

You better not forget who helped crush your enemies my king.

Little brother...

We leave at once.

You will all die.

Either I learned Scottish

...or this little bird

is tweeting our language.

Let me go and

just save your lives.

Listen, birdie.

If we let you go...

...we do not get the ransom...

...without the ransom,

we cannot buy our freedom.

Asbjorn!

Bjorn...

They sould leave me behind.

No!

We need to find a healer.

Otherwise, he has no chance.

Wolves...

we have a bounty to collect.

Let's go hunting.

We are not going to find

a healer here.

What happened here?

What was that?

So now, birdy think

she is a soothsayer.

- Get your hands off me!

- Jorund!

You are under

my command, hird!

What did you call me?!

You heard me.

So, what are you going to do?

Your father would never

have gotten us into this mess.

My father is dead.

And you're under

my command now.

So either you continues with this

or you are free to go alone.

Come here.

- Don't do this again

- Or what?

You'll not kill me.

Dead I am worthless to you.

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