Red Sonja Page #2

I have plenty. Come up, I say.

- Come here, wench.

- Why should I?

Because I am Brytag. This is my land.

All that pass through pay me tribute.

- How much, Brytag?

- Who mentioned money?

Tribute, I said.

The tender kind all women pay to Brytag.

Suppose I don't.

Suppose, instead, I open up

that great fat belly of yours.

You hear that?

She's going to open up my great...

Woman, I have fought 177 men.

Only one survives, and he has got no legs.

You dare to mock at Brytag?

That takes no daring.

But when I've killed you,

will your warriors let me go unharmed?

When you've killed me?

When this wench has killed me,

you will let her go unharmed, won't you?

Aye.

See?

So, wench.

I'm gonna feed your eyes

to the birds, red hair.

I don't need eyes to find you.

I can smell you at a hundred paces.

I will tell the future in your entrails,

red woman.

I know my future. You have none.

Hold on, Sonja.

Sonja, come on.

Look out!

This way. Follow me!

- Get away. Go!

- What about you?

I can hold them. Go!

Hurry! Stop them!

Release me, ruffian!

Release me, I say!

- Tell us where it is.

- I'll have your head for this!

Don't be shy.

The gold, boy. Where's the gold?

There is no gold, ruffian.

I tell you, I have no gold!

You have fine raiment, boy,

almost as resplendent as mine.

And you expect me to believe

you're penniless?

I'll have you know, villain,

I am Prince Tarn of Hablok.

My subjects will see

to your punishment for this.

And a grievous punishment it will be,

impertinent oaf!

Your subjects?

My kingdom is greater than yours.

And I have but four.

Pull him!

- Are you all right, your sovereign Majesty?

- Yes, clumsy oaf.

Why did you leave him?

We needed food. I went hunting.

You could have taken him with you.

Tell her, Falkon,

that I don't care for hunting.

He doesn't care for hunting.

Treasure to the vaults,

prisoners to the dungeons.

Take the talisman back

to the Chamber of lights.

Very well, my queen.

Perhaps fewer candles...

would be advisable, Your Majesty.

Why?

The stronger the light, the greater

the power of the talisman grows.

I want more light here, not less.

But it is dangerously powerful already,

great queen.

- Look what it did to Hablok.

- Yes. Very satisfying.

But I want its full power

when we march against Toktyl, Ikol.

Its full power.

- It will be beyond our control, Majesty.

- Majesty!

Enemies are approaching

the outer empire.

It's the Prince of Hablok, Your Majesty...

with his army.

Insects.

That girl.

So she escaped the fire. How fortunate.

Ikol, I want her alive

without so much as a scratch on her skin.

Shall I send out a small ambush party?

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