The Vikings Page #6

has been spared.

Yes, Bridget.

We have that

to be thankful for.

Strange howthings never

turn out the way you expect.

I always thought Vikings

attacked their women.

We've been very lucky.

It hasn't been due

entirely to luck, Bridget.

He can't help the way he acts.

He's a pagan, my lady.

He's a mad dog.

Well...

if it weren't for

the scars on his face...

he'd be rather nice-Iooking.

For a Viking, I mean.

I don't want to talk about him.

Scratches and bites

won't hold him off forever.

What a son!

How about my mother?

Tell me,

did my mother fight you?

Did she fight me?

I have the scars

of her scratches...

and bites all over me.

What a woman.

That's how I feel about Morgana.

Look at me.

Do you think with this face...

I want the kind of wife

who would let me touch her?

I want her to fight me

tooth and nail...

the first time I take her

and the last.

You are my son...

and you'll be

wearing this one day.

Don't forget that.

I won't forget.

Now, you really want her,

as skinny as she is...

I give her to you.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean?

You mean we won't ransom her?

No! You can have her.

I'll give this little wench

from Wales...

a reason to bite and scratch.

I'm Einar!

Son of Ragnar!

I'll show her

what forging can be done...

when fire fights fire!

I'll make her howl...

till they hear her in Wales!

Morgana!

My pretty little bird!

Sharpen your claws!

I'm Einar!

All right, men!

Everybody off!

Morgana and I want to be alone.

Good job, men!

Thank you, Olaf!

Morgana!

Out! Out!

Come on, lady! You!

I can't swim!

If you touch me,

I'll kill myself.

There's a sword to do it with...

because I'm going to touch you.

Scratch.

Come on.

Fight.

A woman can't fight a man.

You wench!

Kick! Bite! Scratch!

Now, come on...

fight me.

I will not lift one finger

to resist you.

Whatever you do

will be on your conscience.

Let it be on my conscience.

I've come to help you escape.

-Escape?

-I've stolen a ship.

My lady, it's only a tiny boat.

We'll drown.

-Are you afraid?

-Yes.

-Will you come with me?

-Yes.

My lady, how do you know

you can trust this slave?

-I know.

-But, my lady!

If you don't want to come,

you can stay.

Wait. Wait for me.

Our only chance

is to get far away by morning.

Yes, I can see that.

We'd go a lot faster

if we all rowed.

Would we?

Yes, we would.

Do you mean

that I should rowthis boat?

Yes, I do mean that.

Impossible.

Get an oar and row.

But a princess

doesn't row a boat.

Get an oar and row.

Well, I can't.

I don't know how.

Learn. You, too.

What's the matter now?

This bodice is too tight.

I'll have to stop.

-What's a bodice?

-This dress I'm wearing.

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