A Viking Saga: The Darkest Day Page #4

- You will not shed blood here!

She tried to lead us to death.

You will not curse us

with the blood of innocents.

I will not take any risk.

She'll bring destruction upon us all.

We'll leave her to

the bandits. Come!

She has suffered enough.

...She's suffered enough.

We need to remove the arrow.

- Are there more?

- Yes. They will return before nightfall.

We must find a safer place.

The wound is blue.

The arrow was poisoned.

The poison works quickly.

He will not live throughout

the night without remedy.

Remedy?

Where will we find remedy?

It is all around us.

Do you Saxons know so little about

the land you inhabit?

Free me.

I can help him.

Free you?

- He saved me from your sword.

I want repay the debt. - No!

Where will I run?

Into the hands of the bandits?

The poison is known to my people.

I can cure him.

With witchcraft? No!

From moss, bark, nettles...

Is that witchcraft?

It can be cured.

We have work to do.

The poison blends into his visions.

This mixture is close

once that used to communicate

with the old gods.

Old gods?

Devils!

Perhaps.

But they were worshiped across this land

long before the whisper of

Christ came to our shores.

We must take the swords to the old gods

and all that followed them devils.

They are a disease.

This will stop the wound from festering.

Eat.

Become... my... wrath.

All is safe.

I saw you.

You were in my dreams.

You saved me.

I've only repayed the debt.

There is no debt.

My debt is to you.

The poison was used by my ancestors.

It is said to come visions

of the other world.

The warriors of my people

once used it to

challenge the power of

the old gods in battle.

I saw terrible things.

We live through dark days.

You're strong, boy.

I do not feel strong.

We have far to go.

We can't rest here any longer.

I know.

Gather everything.

We must leave.

We lost their trail.

There's no chance of finding

your Book now, old man.

The old man's hatred has

brought death to our own.

To his own son.

It has lead us deep

into Saxon territory.

We can no longer obey this mad man.

We go back!

One more word, snake,

and I leave you here for the crows.

Move!

We will find the book.

Any against me shall suffer my fury.

I will not tolerate mutiny.

Now you move.

Or you'll die.

Move!

We shall rest here.

We shall rest.

No. We can not.

You need rest.

He will remain loyal to the old man.

And you?

I will follow you.

The old man leads us to death.

We can not face them both,

in open combat.

I'll take care of both of them.

No, there would be no honor

in obvious assassination.

You choose your moment carefully.

His wound festers.

He will not accept aid.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes