The Vikings Page #4

but she'll do for a toy.

Does Einar still bear me

a grudge?

I still think you're a fool

to anger my son.

He'll kill you one day.

You're not still angry,

are you, Einar?

That depends.

On what?

On how well you draw maps.

See for yourself.

This is a map of Wales.

Wales? That slag heap?

That's not worth

one night's raiding.

It holds

the richest prize of all...

King Rhodri's daughter Morgana.

Rhodri couldn't raise enough

to ransom a skagerrak moose.

No, but Aella could.

He's to marry her in the spring.

I think our Englishman

has a good idea.

She's leaving soon

and must go round this point.

Here? You're sure?

I'd stake my life on it.

You already have.

Let me intercept her

and bring her back here.

How many men would you need?

One boat.

-Only one boat?

-No more.

What about him...

without the collar?

You'll take him along?

Naturally,

I'll take along my slave.

You stay here and draw maps.

I'll kidnap the girl.

Ragnar, try to get him

to draw maps...

that'll guide

a ship through fog...

and then maybe

he'll be worth having around.

There is no map

of any use in fog.

Then what use are you to us?

Think of that while I'm gone.

And don't let anything

happen to that slave.

It's a strange metal...

that fell to earth

from the North star.

Sandpiper brought it

from far away.

The price he paid

was his ears and his tongue.

No matter how you hold it...

it always struggles

to return homeward...

to the star

from which it fell.

It always points to the north.

Not in the fog.

It cannot see the stars

in the fog.

Watch.

Can it see the star

through these walls?

This could lead you

to many places.

Even to the land

beyond the Poison Sea...

Valhalla.

You will go there one day.

Only great heroes

have ever reached it.

See what the runes say.

Will this take me there?

A woman will point the way.

What will she look like?

You will know her

when you see her.

When will that be?

Soon enough.

Will she love me or hate me?

Love and hate

are horns on the same goat.

What woman would ever

look at a slave?

This one will.

You're lying, Kitala.

All your tales are lies.

Don't look so sad, my lady.

It doesn't become you.

Bridget, how can I marry

a man that I hate?

It's not easy to be

a princess...

but you have a duty.

This alliance

will help your people.

You must marry Aella.

I would rather that I were dead.

The Vikings! Turn back!

It's the Vikings!

Quick, my ladies, inside.

Steersman, cut to the wind!

Forecastle, men! Forward!

Remember,

she's not to be harmed...

or she's worthless in trade!

Pull forward the bowline!

Bend your backs.

No! No!

Bridget!

My lady!

My lady! Help!

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