Viking Legacy Page #2

I am nothing without the scroll.

The scroll is a symbol of power.

I must find it to restore

prosperity to my kingdom.

Besides...

someone must pay

for the death of Frithjof.

That is no way for a man to die.

Olaf!

Where have you been?

That is a matter of privacy.

And my name is Orlaith.

Or-laith.

We go now, or-laith.

Why did you come here?

- What were you looking for?

- Not me.

Whispers and ghosts.

What does that mean?

Some spiritual writing.

It's very powerful.

All I have is this book.

It's useless on its own.

I'm not used to silence.

Finian says I could talk

the hind legs off a mule.

Ow!

Don't ever touch my sword!

How dare you?

What's so special about that

sword that I can't touch it?

It's my father's sword.

He fought with it

in many battles.

It's seen much blood.

The gods are proud

of our weapons, and so are we.

My brother earned this

saving our village.

Saving it from what?

A beast.

A beast with teeth

as long as your arms.

And eyes as red as fire.

I was away on a voyage.

Only Frithjof saw the beast.

How far behind are they?

Not far enough.

Can you talk with them?

Explain about your brother?

I cannot go back.

I was to stay on the shore, and

wait for my father to return.

But I looked around.

I was the one

who found the enemy soldiers.

I'm the reason why men are dead.

It's my fault

that Frithjof is dead.

How could I look at my father?

Besides, he's not a man

to reason with.

We could fight them.

Hmm.

One kill,

and you think you're a warrior?

These men

have destroyed countries.

There are songs sung about these

men to warn off evil spirits.

If you live a hundred years,

you will not see as many men

as they have killed.

So what can we do?

I don't know.

Just keep going.

- Are you alright?

I've lost a great army.

I failed in my quest.

One son is dead...

and now I must hunt the other.

What happened, Thvari?

I thought I was a good man.

Seldom are there single waves.

You are a great man, Alfarr.

Trials are always set

for great men.

They head north. We are gaining.

We hasten.

Look!

Let me deal with this.

Come.

Excuse me.

I don't want no trouble.

We don't mean for any.

We're just weary travelers.

My king,

they head east along river.

If we cross,

we can cut them off.

You fool, Sven.

Tell me, young lady,

why is the Norseman with you?

It's a long story.

- Has he hurt you?

- No, not all.

On the contrary.

He saved my life.

You're very lucky.

Very few escape

their bloody clutches.

I know.

He seems different.

Not so different.

Henry.

I am Orlaith.

That is Sven.

You like him?

I am becoming more fond of him.

Well, just be careful.

Eggs and stones.

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