The Vikings Page #5

My lady!

Help! My lady!

Help!

Welcome aboard, my lady.

Aella will kill you for this.

Aella?

Be a pity to send you

back to him.

What do you know of Aella?

I know he'll pay all

his treasure to get you back.

I'll keep you for myself.

By Odin, she'd make

a fine Viking queen!

Get away from me!

Hey...now, first

a little kiss of welcome.

Get away!

Little kiss of welcome.

No!

Yes...

Remember,

she's not to be harmed...

or she'll be worthless

in trade!

Pretty bird. Pretty feathers.

Build her a nest

so she can hide.

Too many hawks around here!

Make sail!

Make sail!

Hail Einar! Hail Einar!

Stop rowing.

Oars down!

Hail, Einar!

Hail, Ragnar!

I give thanks to Odin

for your safe return.

Well, where is she?

Where is who?

Who do you think I mean...

your little friend

with the pigtails?

Stop shouting.

You sound like a moose

giving birth to a hedgehog.

Get this grain ashore.

I want to know why

you missed the wench...

you were sent to bring back.

I didn't miss her.

Where is she?

A little skinny perhaps,

but not bad.

Not bad at all.

Restrain yourself, my lord.

If she is dishonored,

she's worthless as a queen...

and Aella won't

pay ransom for her.

I don't need traitors

to plead my cause.

My quarrel's with Aella, lady,

not with you.

We were all agreed

you would be unharmed...

while you remained with us.

Remember that, Einar.

Leave her alone.

I haven't touched her...yet.

And you never will.

I'd kill myself first.

She doesn't seem to like you.

She likes me well enough.

I doubt it

from the looks of her.

So do I.

But the time will come.

Never.

Never?

You like the scars on my face,

don't you?

Sure.

My beauty

stirs her little heart.

You have better luck

with falcons.

She'll never call you

"Dainty face."

Any objections?

Of course not, my lord.

He's just a slave.

Let's go ashore

and take her along.

She stays here.

We'll talk about her again...

when you're more drunk

or more sober.

Olaf!

Anchor the boat on the fjord...

and guard her well.

Ah, come.

You'll soon forget the wench.

She's too skinny, anyhow.

She's beautiful.

And all the bones

sticking out...

why, she's an old crow...

with all the feathers

pulled out.

She said she'd kill herself

if I touched her.

They all say that.

What they really mean is

they'll kill themselves...

if you don't.

Maybe, but I never had one

spit on me and bite.

They'll bite all the more

nowthat you're Einar One-eye.

I wanted to thank you

for proving me innocent.

Go back to your husband!

Come. Drink.

No one woman

is worth all this fuss.

Well, my lady, as terrible

as this captivity is...

at least

we should be thankful...

that so far our honor

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