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be cursed by Odin!

That's my decision.

If he survives the pool,

what then?

If he's still alive

when the tide turns...

then any fool who fishes him out

can have him.

Survives.

Odin...

send a wind and turn the tide.

Put her in the testing board.

I think I'll go and watch

that slave drowning.

Stay here!

You'll see something

more interesting.

It does look rather

an interesting game.

It's not a game.

It's Odin's test

for unfaithful wives.

Is she an unfaithful wife?

Ask Einar.

Her husband says she is.

Which is he?

He's throwing the axes.

But if she's innocent?

Her husband will succeed.

The braids will be cut.

Supposing he misses the braids

and hits her?

Well, then, she's guilty.

Oh, I see.

But what happens

if he misses...

both the girl and the braids?

Three misses and we drown him.

One!

You're too drunk!

You'll split her wide open!

Drunk, am I?

I haven't had enough!

You missed her, didn't you?

What a son!

Kitala.

Kitala, my legs.

Move your legs, Eric.

You must move them.

Where did this slave boy

come from?

Bjorn brought him here

from a raid.

He was taken

from a ship on the sea.

And this was found

about his neck?

Yes. It's the only possession

he ever had.

He has no need of it now.

He's going to die.

Listen to me, little slave.

Einar is in the hall

celebrating your death.

Einar is laughing at you!

Live, Eric. Fight the cold!

Live and fight Einar!

Fight Einar.

Fight Einar.

Odin has answered you.

They were only flying clouds.

You are blind.

They were Odin's daughters.

I heard the singing

of their battle swords...

as they rode across the sky.

They bring the wind!

They bring the wind!

Listen!

The North wind!

It's turning back the tide!

Cut him loose!

Tide is going out.

Your job is done.

I'll take the slave.

He's mine, Einar.

The wind turned the tide,

and I pulled him out.

I'll take him, Englishman!

If your father's word

means anything, he's mine.

Why such a sudden interest

in the slave, my lord?

Shall we say

an English passion...

for converting the wicked

to the paths of righteousness?

Well, you're not in England now.

And you never will be...

unless I draw maps of England

for your father.

All right.

You can keep the slave...

for as long as you live.

Odin's thanks for saving him.

And at no little risk to myself.

Do you know what this is?

Some day,

I'll tell you what it is...

and you'll remember then

that I saved you.

I'm still a slave.

You won't be

when we get to England.

I'll never get to England.

You're like a wounded animal.

You trust no one.

Good day, my lords.

Hail, Egbert!

How's the boat coming along?

She'll be ready in a week.

Well, she's no Sea Dragon,

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