The 13th Warrior Page #2

- Be silent.

Odin !

Land !

"Arab, speak what I draw."

There is only one God...

and Muhammad is his...

prophet.

Go.

Here.

- You'll need this.

I cannot lift this.

Grow stronger.

Rider.

Well-fed on a light mount.

Perfume.

A woman.

A herald.

It's a silk-swaddled

messenger boy.

Tell me your names !

Quickly !

I am Son to Hygiliak,

called Buliwyf.

We all know

your worthy lord.

We come on an errand

to serve him.

My Lord Hrothgar will want

to welcome you himself.

No wall, no moat,

not even a presentable fence.

You couldn't keep a cow

out of this place.

Women and children.

Barely a man

between 1 5 and 50.

My lord, this is Buliwyf, son of

Hygiliak, come from across the sea.

I know the man.

I sent for him.

Knew him as a boy,

Knew his father,

and I know him now.

Grown to a man.

Grown to a fine,

fine man.

What troubles this place,

old man ?

You know

he might be mad.

Be in the mist.

Has anyone seen one ?

- Has anyone seen one

in a hundred years ?

- Hyah !

They say they used to be

all over this countryside...

and worse further north.

People say many things.

Whatever they are,

unless we can track them,

we need a proper fence

and some sort of moat--

We could fashion a gate

from a wagon.

I don't want to build a fence.

I'm not a farmer.

- Let's go track the bastards--

- Gentlemen !

- Boy! Speak to me, boy!

- Who did this ?

- Speak to me !

- Find someone who knows him.

- Wait !

I know him.

It's a farmstead,

just up the glen.

I will take you.

Don't step

in front of me.

So it's true.

No horse tracks.

- They were afoot.

- Their heads are missing.

The child must have crawled

into a hole to escape.

They have been...

gnawed upon.

It is said

they eat the dead.

Wh-What kind of a man...

could do that ?

It was not man.

- It's the Wendol.

- Shh !

They are here.

What is it ?

- The mother of the Wendol.

- The trail ?

- Dies in the rocks, two miles up.

So they are clever.

And cautious.

And there's more.

To the right.

The ridge near the watchtower.

And to the south.

The edge of the trees

near the first ridgeline.

Something drove them out.

Put your hand down,

little brother.

I believe they watch us.

Even now.

If we chase ?

- They melt.

- Will they come to us ?

The farmers say

they come with the mist.

So, if there's a fog,

they will come.

We are hunted now

in our own land.

It wasn't always such.

At first we thought to build,

to leave something,

farms as far

as the eye could see.

What of the settlements

to the north and upcountry ?

Estwyck was burned.

- Two years.

- Two years... ago.

And the others,

we had no word.

Not for some months.

At night,

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