Vikingdom Page #4

man, nothing can stop us.

Even a God can be stopped.

I know you had no choice to take me.

But I will say this wind

won't abate anytime soon.

What does a woman know

about winds and waves?

As much as anyone whose

mother died in childbirth.

...and whose father took

her on the longboats.

I have sailed the great seas

to Angle Isle and Greenland.

...and woven a course

between mountains of ice.

I've been shipwrecked

on the Great Island.

...and almost died of thirst,

becalmed on the Sea of Sighs.

Perhaps voyaging to Helheim

will be easier than that.

You can still get it wrong.

I say by nightfall, we'll all be rowing.

And I say we won't.

Hmm.

We go to far Gotland, to

the Fjord of Jorgumandr.

Wolfred, get fifty men.

You! Guard the Henge of Stones.

It has begun.

I can feel the bad blood.

That's what you get

when there are strangers.

...sleeping next to you.

I can smell the stench

of a traitor amongst us.

Men are just so full of wind.

Eirick, Eirick.

Land ho, elf eyes.

Gotland. We're here.

This is way too quiet for my liking.

Stay close.

I got one.

Henrik!

To Helheim!

Bloodletter!

Eirick!

The broach is up there.

God, what a jail.

Prison for a wizard of the earth.

No contact with the ground.

Are you Alcuin?

Heflar of the Geats was many things.

None of them virtuous,

most of them cunning.

I have you to thank for his death...

Thane of Jomsberg.

You know of me, wizard?

I saw the possibility of your arrival.

Will you let me down?

If you promise to take me

to the gates of Helheim.

Any man may find those gates.

Most eventually do.

I plan on returning.

None who cross that

bridge may ever return...

Thane of Jomsberg.

The dead know me as one of their own.

Ah!

Freyja's mortal lover.

I heard tell, but did not believe.

I hear many things from many voices...

Eirick Bloodletter.

Will you help me?

I'll show you the way.

Close it is to any man's

heart that truly seeks it.

Lower me, please.

Please. Please let me down.

Soldiers come from the north.

Many horses.

You have powerful enemies, Thane Eirick.

Come, wizard. Time is against us.

A wizard was kept there, sire.

It was as you said:

an iron cage, no roof.

Good.

Now we shall see if

he's all you think he is.

Who is this wretch?

My... My Lord...

...raider ship...

...killed our men...

...killed our great King Heflar...

...took the druid.

Who took the druid?

I heard the druid call him by his name...

Eirick, Thane of Jomsberg.

Heflar called him...

Bloodletter.

Eirick Bloodletter. A fine name.

You know him, sire?

We return to Trondheim. It is done.

My Lord, surely we should pursue them.

No.

He will come for me.

How much further?

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