Viking Quest Page #2

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If I increase the heat of the forge

you can make a lighter metal.

And a sharper, stronger sword.

The bellows can't be pumped faster,

it's beyond human strength.

If the charcoal is

super-heated by the lightning?

It would be denser and stronger.

No, you wish too much.

The Lightning...

belongs to the gods.

Maybe, but maybe not.

Be careful, my son.

If you try to take

what is not yours,

no good will come of it.

I feel it too.

The great Jormungand is restless.

- That was impressive!

- My aim or the bow?

Both. Your skills of the bow

are not rusty as the helmet.

But this appears to massative!

Maybe I should make you one.

Good. Maybe I start shooting things

we can eat because I'm starving!

So you keep saying.

You have been pigheaded, Erick!

I'm not stopping you.

Go to the feast!

- You are sure?

- Yes, go!

Fill your belly and get stinky drunk

toasting the happy newlyweds!

Okay.

I am going.

It's only for the food!

Be back at sunset!

It is not too late if

you wanna make a run for it.

I've been stripped from my weapons,

not my title. Be calm, my friend.

Still, my king, my lord,

my friend in battle...

As beautiful as she is,

I'm just saying...

Enough! I want this!

I want her.

- Watch there!

- Kill him!

The royal house of the Barok clan...

welcomes King Wolven

into its family.

I call upon the goddess Freya

to bind this union with love...

Her brother, Freyr...

to bless this union

with many children...

In the Norns...

Urd...

Verdandi and Skuld to weave around

the King Wolven...

and Princess Tasya.

A destiny rich in good health...

...and prosperity.

Take this ring and with it,

my promise to love...

and protect you always.

- Take the princess!

- No, I fight with my people.

- Take her out of here!

- You are not my husband!

Do as I say!

They need us!

Let me go!

Lord Wolven has given his orders.

You must be taken to safety.

Tasya? Where is she?

To my men.

They fled with the horses!

- Where is she?

- Maybe she fled.

No, she is a fighter.

They have taken her.

The raiders...

I know where they landed.

Tasya! Tasya!

We must get to the boats!

We must follow them!

They burnt our boats.

Where were you?

I was fighting!

I was killing everyone!

Father?

I'm okay and Tasya?

She is gone.

I think they came for her.

Why?

I don't know.

What is that?

A mark of Volsung clan.

To wage a war for land or

treasure or revenge...

These things I understand.

But why risk

so much for a woman?

Not any woman.

The Volsung worship

the Jormungand, the great serpent.

Every 100 seasons

they sacrifice the King's daughter,

a princess of pure Nors blood.

I know this story.

But Tasya is not of

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