Vikings Page #4

8.

Ragnar looks at her.

RAGNAR:

But if it’s true, Lagertha, just

imagine! In just two days and

nights we can reach the coast of

England. We can find out for

ourselves if what people have said

is there really is there: rich

lands, buildings made of stone,

places filled with treasures. Don’t

you want to go and find out? I do.

A long beat.

Lagertha looks at the board, then at the wanderer.

Then she blows out the candle, plunging the board into

darkness.

RAGNAR (CONT’D)

Why did you do that?

LAGERTHA:

Because there is something I want

to know. I want to know what

happens if there is no sun? How can

the board help you then? How can

you find your way.

WANDERER:

You use this.

He holds something out in his hand, but they can’t see what

it is. Ragnar brings another candle closer - and it shines

upon a piece of semi-transluscent rock (actually a form of

calcite).

RAGNAR:

What’s that?

WANDERER:

A sunstone.

LAGERTHA:

What good is it?

The wanderer smiles.

WANDERER:

I’ll show you. Come outside.

Ragnar leads them outside.

9.

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

They look up at the sky - even now, around noon, it’s a

leaden grey, with no sign of the sun.

WANDERER:

Watch.

He holds up the sunstone. A beat. (The calcite works by

polarizing light).

The sunstone glows faintly, and an equally faint beam seems

to bounce back from it and illuminate a spot in the sky,

behind the thick clouds.

WANDERER (CONT’D)

You see? There is the sun.

It seems like a miracle. Neither Ragnar nor Lagertha can

speak as they bear witness to it.

EXT. SETTLEMENT - SPRING - DAY

Time has passed. Watched by her ten-year old daughter GYDA,

Lagertha draws water from the well. Despite her reputation as

a shield-maiden, Lagertha remains a slim, slight figure, with

long braided hair.

It’s still cold enough for her breath to steam, but the icy

blasts of winter are over and the landscape breathes and

greens.

As she carries the bucket back towards the house we see

various animals in timbered pens, for this is a working farm.

And down by the water, a couple of small wooden boats.

Two large and hairy hunting dogs shamble around the yard.

Lagertha looks over at a neighboring property, where the

HOUSEHOLDER is leaving, riding a small, wiry horse up the

steep trail behind the houses.

Glances back at her daughter.

LAGERTHA:

Gyda, feed the goats.

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