The Vikings Page #2

to think we're barbarians?

This is Einar,

my only son in wedlock.

He's so vain of his beauty...

he won't let

a man's beard hide it.

He scrapes his face

like an Englishman.

Hail, Ragnar.

And hail Ragnar's beard!

I want you to teach

Lord Egbert our customs.

I'll teach him.

Remember,

I live by brains, not brawn.

Yes, my lord.

Then fetch him a horse!

-Now?

-Why not?

Einar!

Gently, gently.

I know. Brains, not brawn.

He's got to draw us maps

of the English coast!

What man ever had a finer son?

Odin could have sired him.

But I did.

Come!

Don't be frightened.

She's forbidden

to hunt Englishmen.

Too much for her to swallow.

We have the same sport

in England.

With hawks like this?

Watch.

Kill.

You call that a hawk?

I think we have hawks

to equal that one.

Here.

Bring up Long Claw.

Look, nowthere's

a hunting bird.

You again.

Whose bird is that?

It's mine.

A slave with a hunting hawk?

I found her frozen to a tree.

Where'd you steal it?

Sandpiper was with me

when I found her.

The perfect witness...

deaf and dumb.

Perhaps you'd like

your own tongue cut out.

Then you'll tell no more lies.

I'm not a liar.

Is this the way

slaves talk to Vikings?

Tell the English lord

that you're a liar.

Kill!

Kill him!

No!

Don't kill him.

Odin!

Bring in the slave.

Look how he glares at me.

If he wasn't fathered

by a black ram...

in the full of the moon,

my name is not Ragnar.

What would you do with him

in your country?

We have a special reward

which is rather entertaining...

in a noisy way.

What's that?

It's nothing much...

just a pit full of wolves

half-mad with starvation...

and trained to appreciate

the flavor of human blood.

You see?

The English are civilized!

Can you think of anything worse?

I can think

of something far worse.

I guess you can...

with your pretty,

dainty face spoiled.

But he was a good slave.

Kill him quick.

No...

No quick death for him.

What do you suggest

I do with him?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I want this slave alive.

You want him to live

after tearing your face apart?

Yes.

The sun will cross the sky

a thousand times...

before he dies.

And you'll wish

a thousand times...

that you were dead.

Kitala!

You can't kill the slave.

What do the runes say?

If Odin willed

that Eric should die...

Thor's hammer would sound

his death knell.

But the sky is silent.

The curse of Odin

waits on him...

who kills the slave.

Then no man shall kill him.

Let the tide of the sea do it!

Bind him! Cast him into

the slop pool at lowtide.

Take him out.

You'll not kill him...

but you throw him

into the slop pool...

to be drowned

and eaten by crabs!

Then let the crabs

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