Outlander

F***.

Weapon.

It's time, Freya.

I told you before, Father

the answer is no!

Wulfric will be a good man!

With you by his side

maybe a good king!

He'll be just like his father

a tyrant and a butcher.

I won't marry him!

Then you better choose someone else.

Because when he's king

it'll be too late to say no.

Then don't make him king!

Let me look at that.

It's fine.

Let me see it!

I'm not getting any younger, Freya.

I just want to make sure that

you're well looked after

when I'm gone.

I know, Father. I know.

And

if any one can make

Wulfric keep the peace,

by the gods, it's you.

I rule Herot and Freya rules me.

I don't think so.

And no queen of mine

will fight like a man.

I will take care of you.

She's like her mother.

You'd do well to tread

more softly with her.

There's nothing soft about her.

Gunnar's village was sacked.

What happened?

I don't know.

There were no bodies, nothing.

Slavers?

Too much blood.

What about Gunnar?

He's still trading with the Rus.

He'll be back before the snow.

He'll think it was us.

It should've been.

Was it?

No.

We caught a man

nearby in the woods.

One of ours?

Well, what tribe was he? Frankish, Rus?

I don't know. But I'll find out.

Well, do it quickly.

It's war if you don't.

I'll take those.

Bring him

So who are you, Outlander?

I'd answer him, friend.

Your name!

My name is Kainan.

Kainan? What kind of name is that?

Where are you from?

An Island to the north.

Why did you attack Gunnar's village?

I didn't attack anyone.

Then why were you there?

I was hunting.

Hunting?

Hunting what?

That.

A dragon

Tell me! Why where you there?

Where are your men?

Told you.

Don't lie to me.

Stick with the dragons. I like that one.

All right.

I'll tell you.

I was hunting... dragons.

Not yet

The prisoner's hurt.

So are you, by the looks of it.

And he needs looking after

I've got work to do.

You clean up your own mess.

To hell with it then.

He dies, it's on your head.

Bjorn!

He needs looking after

Let me pass.

That's enough! Get out!

What did he tell you?

Nothing.

Some lies about a dragon.

But he's hiding something.

Keep at him.

I have to send riders to find Gunnar.

He has to know that it wasn't us.

He'll never believe us.

Not when he sees his village.

We should kill him while

we still have the chance.

Like your father would have done.

And he would have been right.

My father's dead because of Gunnar.

Your father's dead

because he was a fool!

You want to kill Gunnar.

I can understand that.

And you want to rule from here.

I can understand that, too.

But it's not your sword that

will make you king, nor Shield Hall.

It's how you rule your own

head and heart.

Until you understand that

then you'll never wear this.

Water.

Please.

Thank you.

Did you do what they're saying?

Did you attack Gunnar's village?

No.

Bjorn!

It's sharp.

It's never sharp enough.

If Gunnar comes tonight...

If Gunnar comes tonight he'll stick

that blade right up your arse.

...then you'll wish it wasn't so sharp.

You smell that?

Arn?

The sentries are gone!

It's Gunnar! Get to the walls!

Where are they?!

Is it raiders?

Give me my blade, woman!

They're inside the walls.

Take your men, fan out!

The rest with me!

Gunnar!

Moorwen!

He's getting away!

Get him out of here!

Where is Gunnar?

I don't know!

What could have done this?

Right, get up.

It was the demon, Mimir.

Come to drag us down to Jotunheim

and freeze us dead.

Enough of your forest spirits, Unferth.

It was Frankish raiders. Sure enough!

They climbed over the walls.

Then what, Boromir?

We all saw Bjorn's body.

He was clawed to death.

It was an animal.

No!

This is the work of Lucifer!

Visited upon us because you

buried King Halga like a pagan...

and not like a Christian!

My father was a Viking.

He worshiped Odin not some

woodworker nailed to a cross.

And I'll be damned if it was

anything but a bear!

First Gunnar, now us.

Three of my men are missing

five are dead.

May Odin keep them.

So why don't you tell me

about your dragon?

My people call it a Moorwen.

A Moorwen?

I've never even heard of such a thing.

Believe me.

The first time I saw one,

I didn't know what I was looking at.

It was just a smudge of

light in the darkness.

It could have been anything.

That's how it draws

its prey in, with light.

Foxfire.

It kills men, beasts, everything.

And it smells like death.

There's nothing like that here.

Yes, there is.

Because I brought it here.

Silence!

Leave him!

Come here!

You say you're responsible for this.

Yes.

It got on my ship, it killed my crew.

Then we crashed here.

I know you don't believe me...

but this thing has carved out

a territory and you are in it.

You think you can frighten us

with children's stories.

This is no story.

But whatever you think did this,

you're going to hunt it down

aren't you?

Take me with you.

How am I supposed to

fight it like this?

You're not.

That one's yours.

What do I do with it?

Hey! What do I with it?

Outlander.

Enough! Mount up.

How's yourjaw?

Yourjaw!

Freya?

Here. Try some of this.

Cure anything from a sword

in the guts to a broken heart.

You shouldn't feel too bad.

You see that?

She once stuck me with a fork.

It seems I got a little too

familiar when I was in me cups.

Well, go on! Drink!

Good, eh?

What is it?

What is it!

What kind of backwater are you from?

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