Attila Page #3

What will you do when you get there?

Scratch against the walls?

They're wide as wagons,

but they're made of stone,

not of wood!

(Roars )

I scared you.

Galen scared the great Attila.

- I could have killed you.

- What did you bring Galen?

- Nothing.

- Attila always brings something.

- You did, didn't you?

- Maybe.

Did you have another vision

while I was gone?

- Maybe. What did you bring me?

- And no more about the god of war?

That vision has been in our tribe

since we crossed the great marsh.

After a hard battle,

the war god fell asleep.

His sword dropped from his hand.

Whoever finds it will rule the world.

You must believe it, Attila.

Why?

Because when you're

in my visions, so is the sword.

A handle of gold and ivory,

crowned with rubies.

I won't even rule the tribe.

When my uncle dies,

Bleda will be king.

Bleda's not in my visions. You are.

Go away, woman!

Leave me alone.

To think of the red-haired woman.

The whole tribe knows.

A red-haired woman

has caught Attila's eye.

A red-haired woman has caught...

(Yells)

Tonight we celebrate

the victory of Attila,

the first with Roman spoils.

(All cheer)

Bleda, as the eldest,

you take precedence, however.

Choose wisely.

Attila, your raid

has brought us many riches,

and I commend you.

Since I did not fight,

I claim nothing of value.

Only...

an animal, unknown in these parts.

A strange creature

with piercing eyes and red fur.

(Crowd laughing)

Bring it in.

Later tonight,

I may start my own race.

Huns with red hair.

(Crowd laughing)

Attila, what are you doing?

You can't kill Bleda. You can't!

Not in Rua's tent,

but when he comes out,

I will be waiting.

No. Your time has not yet come.

This morning I had another vision.

Destiny has chosen you,

but only if you bide your time.

I'm tired of your visions!

No! I won't let you.

(Groans )

A woman.

Hey, Galen.

If you fight with Bleda over a woman,

the tribe will turn its back on you.

Even if you win, you lose.

Go back to Rua's tent,

claim your share of the spoils,

claim the conquered village.

- Am I a farmer, that I need land?

- Claim the village.

It was in my vision.

Next!

The horse shied.

You and your horse are one.

His mistake is your mistake.

(Yells)

The beast with red fur.

The toadstool who talks.

Bleda mounts you

more often than he does his horse.

It is no choice of mine.

I'd sooner die than bed a Hun.

Then why don't you?

My sister and mother.

If I kill myself,

Bleda will kill them.

They live because of Attila.

I've seen the way he looks at you,

and the way you look at him.

I belong to Bleda.

A Hun doesn't possess a woman

until she bears his child.

If you bear Bleda's,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes