Beowulf Page #5

but for the second...

and the third and the fourth.

- It was justified.

- It was murder.

Yes.

I-

I made mistakes.

Oh, forgive me.

I've been waiting for you.

One of us is the other's death.

I'm like you.

- I'm one of the damned.

- Kill!

Weaponsmaster,

open the wine cellar.

I think you ought to

take a look at this, sir.

My God!

Looks like they've done it.

Look at the size of that thing.

Okay. We're finished here.

Break it all down.

We're moving out.

Not one scratch.

I'm impressed.

So, now it's over,

I suppose you'll be leaving us.

I've finished here.

Well, then you'll leave

without knowing my biggest secret.

There's more?

- One more.

- And that is?

How I feel.

What are you scared of?

This is my life.

It can't be shared,

especially with anyone

that cares for me.

- You're afraid of me.

- No.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm afraid for you.

I've found something I never thought

in this place of death and misery.

- You mustn't love me.

- But that's for me to say.

How do you know it wasn't me

that drew you to this place?

- Because you're not evil.

- Maybe not,

but tonight

I am full of magic.

Let's drink a toast.

To us...

for surviving.

And to those who didn't.

- To Beowulf.

- To Beowulf.

Who's there?

Who are you?

Why, I'm your dreams

and desires come to life.

This is not a dream.

You're right.

Tell me,

is this real enough for you?

Where'd you come from?

How the hell did you get in here?

Where I came from

is not important.

What you should ask

is why I'm here.

So, why are you here then?

To tell you something

about the ways of women.

She's treated you badly.

Such a foolish girl.

You're so much more

a man than him.

So much more.

- I... don't have time for this.

- There's nothing to do tonight.

Everyone's out celebrating

their survival.

Why not you?

You deserve the best.

Such loyalty.

You've given so much.

And you have

so much more to give.

Any woman...

would be very lucky

to have you.

Any woman.

Let me be your comfort.

So now you have to tell me

who you are.

It's what lovers do.

I'll find out

one way or another.

Are you threatening me?

I could think of worse things.

I want to know.

My mother's family

had an outpost like this one.

One night when she was young,

she saw a light-

a beautiful silver light

that called her name.

She was drawn.

She followed it to an opening

in the hill that never existed.

And inside he was waiting for her.

He?

Every night for three months

she went to him.

Then the last night

of the third month,

he told her she was pregnant...

- and she was to name the child-

- Beowulf.

Who was he?

My mother died never knowing.

But the Elders had no doubts.

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