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Make no tent on thy ship
Never sleep in the house.
For a foe within doors you may view
On his shield sleeps the Viking
his sword in his hand
and his tent is the heavenly blue
When the storm rageth fierce
hoist the sail to the top
Oh, how merry the storm king appears
Let her drive, let her drive
Better founder than strike,
For who strikes is a slave to his fears
The sail!
Bjorn!
Come on, boy.
Wake up!
Where are we?
It's not Lindisfarne that's for sure
Behind enemy lines
behind friendly lines.
What friendly lines?
Come on.
My runes will protect you on
your journey, my friend.
What are you doing?
He needs them more than I do.
What happens when you die?
Then I will be dead.
All right, men.
Our raid on Lindisfarne must wait.
First we must get off this coast.
We don't even know where we are!
Well down here we'll drown.
But, that is madness.
I am a warrior,
not a climber.
You heard the man.
Your father would
be so proud of you.
Leave him.
We're going to need every man.
Asbjorn.
That's a friendly welcome?
What did you expect?
Meeting women folk?
Archers!
It's them or us.
Spread out.
Use what you can and
make it count.
Valhalla!
Bjorn!
Valli!
Won't take him long to get reinforcements.
You brother waits for us in Valhalla.
Asbjorn, come here.
He comes with us.
You must leave me here.
He's right.
He will only delay us.
No one still alive
gets left behind.
Help him.
Ha, get-off.
As you wish, helmsman.
Get up.
Good.
What have we here?
Open it.
What a pretty bird you freed.
Who are you and why were you locked in this wagon.
Scottish. I thought so.
Scotland.
So further from home than we thought.
Where they eat little northmen like you for breakfast
We better get out of here.
Our nearest settlement must be to the south
Two maybe three days.
They'll never let us in empty handed.
We are not empty handed.
Look at the brooch.
At the golden embroidery
on her dress.
This is a special kind of bird.
And special birds are worth a special bounty.
Enough to pay for all our heads?
For sure.
Am I right?
Jorund, take your hands away.
Jorund! Take your hands
away!
You are not under King Harald's
command any more.
Aye-aye...
...helmsman.
I would not get too near if I were you.
If you can understand me,
I need you to come with us.
If you behave...
If you behave yourself...
...nothing will happen to you.
When your people pay your ransom you will be free.
My word for it.
We probably have one or two
days at the most before they come.
Before who comes?
Do you really think nobody will miss this woman?
Believe me someone is coming.
The bride's messenger is nearing the gates.
Good.
You look distracted.
Not cause for concern I hope.
Giving away my only child? It's a marked day for any man.
Unleash the great fire.
We are gathered here to celebrate the union of-
...my daughter the lady Inghean with clan lord Murdill.
For them, the great fire
shall burn until...
- My king.
- Speak, man.
We were attacked by Vikings.
They've taken her prisoner my king.
Bovar!
No, my king...
Rise
Tell me. How is it possible that
twenty of the king's best men...
...lose his daughter to
few common northmen?
We discovered them climbing the
cliffs. They're at least dozen of them.
Now they caught Lady Inghean
and you are still free.
Do you think
this is just?
But, my King...
No, wait.
Was that really necessary,
mercenary?
It will serve as a lesson to your office and his subjects
not to act without due thought and deliberation.
But you can't question a dead man now can you?
We know everything
we need to know.
Your daughter is in the hands of a few Vikings who are obviously stranded.
Otherwise, they would not
have climbed up the cliffs.
They handle their weapons well enough to beat your warriors.
They need not look twice to see that she's worth a
considerable ransom.
You bring my daughter
back to me alive...
...and I will award you,
handsomely.
If it's not
possible to free her...
...you know what to do.
Inghean can consider herself so lucky
to have such a responsible father.
How dare you?
If my enemies see that a bunch of
Vikings could press gold from a king...
...how long do you think it'll be,
before every clan lord rises up against me.
And I will not forget
your impertinence.
You better not forget who helped crush your enemies my king.
Little brother...
We leave at once.
You will all die.
Either I learned Scottish
...or this little bird
is tweeting our language.
Let me go and
just save your lives.
Listen, birdie.
If we let you go...
...we do not get the ransom...
...without the ransom,
we cannot buy our freedom.
Asbjorn!
Bjorn...
They sould leave me behind.
No!
We need to find a healer.
Otherwise, he has no chance.
Wolves...
we have a bounty to collect.
Let's go hunting.
We are not going to find
a healer here.
What happened here?
What was that?
So now, birdy think
she is a soothsayer.
- Get your hands off me!
- Jorund!
You are under
my command, hird!
What did you call me?!
You heard me.
So, what are you going to do?
Your father would never
have gotten us into this mess.
My father is dead.
And you're under
my command now.
So either you continues with this
or you are free to go alone.
Come here.
- Don't do this again
- Or what?
You'll not kill me.
Dead I am worthless to you.
True. But wounded
by an arrow...
...your family will
still pay the full price.
Who are you?
Since this is obviously
not your land...
...I shall ask you first.
I'm Asbjorn.
Son of Egill.
So tell me Asbjorn,
son of Egill...
...what do you and your flock seek
in this part of the country?
The people are poor.
There are no monasteries to raid.
There are still some
tongues to be cut out.
We need to find a healer for our
wounded friend here, Christian monk.
He will not last the day.
He needs shelter.
This is not a good place.
What was that?
One false move and
the pretty dies.
Release her, she's mine.
Pretty.
Drop your weapons!
Drop-it.
Drop them.
Move back. Back!
The keen archer.
Drop-in now.
Thorald?
Let go.
Back away!
Run!
- Not bad for peace loving Christian monk.
- Yes, he's pretty good.
You shall find shelter
this way.
And why should we trust you?
You do not have to.
Lay your wounded
comrade here.
And get the fire started.
Enough weapons to wage war
against the whole of Britain.
The weapons are all that's
left of men...
...who like you, confronted me.
Yeah, right.
Hold him.
Don't fight it.
That is all I can do for now.
You may shelter
here until dawn.
We stay here tonight...
...so that Bjorn can regain his strength...
...and then we continue.
Make no tent on thy ship.
Never sleep in the house.
For a foe within doors
you may view
I know.
I don't trust Christians.
They pray peace, they rule with the sword.
I'll take the first watch.
As soon as they know we are after
they'll just kill her and leave her behind.
And he says we want
to bring her back alive.
Dunchaid is an old man.
Have you considered what will happen to us
when Inghean and her husband succeed him?
That's why we can not
bring her back alive.
The reward will still be large enough.
I will tell the men tomorrow, it was
the King's decision to murder his daughter.
Then he said,
Come to me...
...all you who are weary
and carry heavy burdens
...and I will give you rest.
- Who said that?
- Son of God.
The man who died on the cross?
See it as a symbol
The way I see it,
is that your God is weak...
...and our gods are
strong, so...
What brings you to this land,
Northmen?
We were banished
from our homeland.
Then our ship founded off
the coast not far from here.
Now we have to buy our way
into one of the Viking settlements in the south.
So, your plan is get the bounty
for your prisoner.
You're not that dumb
for a Christian.
And you are not that clever
for a pagan.
Do you have any idea
who she is?
Of noble birth
...perhaps a daughter of...
King?
Yes. You fools have
captured the Lady Inghean...
...daughter of King Dunchaid.
Good.
Now we can command a
bigger bounty.
There will be no bounty in hell.
Because that's exactly
where he will send you all.
You will leave in the morning.
So, do try to get some sleep.
Only a rested Northmen
can plunder and raid.
Stop!
I have nothing!
I know nothing!
Did we ask you yet?
The direction which
you came from...
...perhaps you saw a
few northmen.
If I tell, will I be let go?
The loch by the Auldrun Tower!
That's where we found them.
But we were defeated.
The Christian monk
...killed most of us.
Did they have a girl with them?
- Aye!
But they at the end of they're strength!
Perhaps the monk
took them with him.
Up his in tower.
Perhaps indeed.
Am I to be let go?
There lives a beast deep in the wood
Crazed to drink a thousand Viking's blood
In fact with men
how still he roared...
And screams that he
could eat a thousand more.
But I was one
that could not yield...
So, I took my trusty
axe and shield.
I found a beast
deep in the wood...
Now I drink
the monster's blood.
The rest lies in the hand of God
Or whoever you believe in.
What are you doing?
- He will recover.
- He will not.
And you know it.
Why don't you just let me go?
You have no idea what
my father is capable of.
He's certainly capable of
paying for you.
Your father isn't the first king
I've dealt with.
# I found a beast
deep in the wood...
# Now I drink the monster's blood.
Asbjorn...
...come and drink with us.
I thought you didn't
trust the monk
We don't.
But he has mead.
He gave them mead?
They did not ask.
Gather your weapons
we leave today.
Little bride,
Still with us?
Save your breath.
You will need it when
you head to your Valhalla.
I have been on many conquests.
I've heard many beliefs.
Why should ours be true?
Why not?
Why not, indeed?
So you are outlaws?
Yes, we are the last of them.
At last not yet under King Harald's
fine hairs reign.
See when Harald
conquered Thor,
...my father did not give up
like the others, he fought.
When he was murdered,
I took his ship...
and what was left of our men
and we left home.
And now the King has put
a price on your heads.
Yes.
And what will you do with the woman
when King Dunchaid does not pay?
What kind of father would not?
Give me your word...
...that you will not touch
a hair of that girl.
Why do you care?
Don't believe the rumors.
Not all of us,
pagans are that bad.
From the fury of the Northmen,
release us.
May Bjorn, the son of Ovarr,
be already on his way to Valhalla.
We shall meet there,
my friend.
Where are we going now?
- Into the tower!
- We'll be trapped inside!
Then die out here.
- Come in! Come in!
- No, No!
If I be a man of God,
"said Elijah to the captain and his fifty men,"
What is that crazy monk up to?
Then let fire
burn down from heaven
and consume thee!
That will hold them
for a while.
Men!
Bring in him.
Put him out!
Who are you?
We came for her.
Her loving father
ordered us to kill her.
You are lying,
You are lying.
Tell me the truth.
Tell me the truth!
No!
This does indeed
not look like a rescue mission.
We have to get out of here.
Thanks to this monk,
we're trapped.
O ye of little faith.
Get as many weapons
as you can carry.
Come on.
Follow me.
We don't have much of a choice now.
I need to see their bodies.
Where are they?
Clever.
So, what you know of our pursuers?
We have to know
who our enemies are.
You should be
feeling honored.
He sent his best men on the hunt.
His wolf pack.
There said to come from the wild mountainous region
somewhere far in the east.
The Carpathians.
And still just a bunch of murderers.
If it were up to me, they would never
have set a foot on our land.
And if it were up to me?
...you stay here and
out of our way, birdie.
She is useless.
Her father will not pay for her.
He wants her dead.
Let's just hand her over to these mercenaries then...
...at least we have chance
of making out of this country.
Jorund, are you really
that stupid?
Perhaps her father will not pay...
...but any his enemies
certainly will.
Now, move.
Where are you taking us, monk?
Have patience.
What does it mean?
It tells of the path of the serpent,
the ancient Pictish route to the south.
- To the Danelaw.
- Danelaw, what is that, a town?
What?
It's not a town. But a group of Viking
settlements where we can find safety.
What are these, boats?
Your knife.
This is the coast line.
That was my tower.
The highlands...
the moor...
...the Danelaw.
- Is that simple?
- That simple. Except for here.
The King Dunchaid
still has a line of fortifications
Then we break through them.
Not even your great army
was able too.
But there is another way.
With boats, as in painting...
...we can sail around
the fortifications.
Hold it. So now
we will be led by a monk?
Who's to say he is
not luring us into a trap
He is not leading you.
I say we have no other
option but to accept his help.
Asbjorn, the monk
is not one of us...
...he is a Christian,
you should think again.
Who gave us a shelter,
who helped us to escape?
If he wanted us dead,
or caught he's had opportunity enough.
Your decision.
But I shall have my
eye on this monk.
The Path of the Serpent.
The Pics used it for scouting
and hunting.
Goes across the entire highlands.
...and ends,
down at the sea.
And that's where the boats are
hidden in openings in the cliffs.
But at the next full moon,
the winter storms begin.
And the openings will be
flooded until spring.
That's only in a few days time.
One moment.
What's in it for you, monk?
Thanks to you...
...I also have to
reach safe haven.
Not the reason it would be
a big bounty for some Vikings?
- You're one to talk Hird.
- Stop it, All of you!
You have no idea
what you are up-against.
The more time we waste
the closer the Wolves come.
They come on horse-back
As soon as they pick-up
our trail they'll catch us.
You should listen to
your prisoner.
We have to slow them down.
Go!
That way.
Wait.
What if it's an ambush?
So what if it's an ambush?
Let's go!
- Little brother...
- Mount up
What about the wounded?
We move on.
- Mount up!
- Alright!
They're already coming.
And why should we believe you.
I see what the land
reveals to me.
- 'Course you do!
- Enough!
- Just keep moving.
- Yes.
On horses they will be
upon us in no time.
We need to catch them
before the waterfall.
Move!
We won't make it!
Thorald!
We're almost there.
Move!
We'll make it.
Inghean.
Are you injured?
I don't think so.
Keep going.
We have to go, now.
You came back for me.
You keep your puppies well leashed?
And yours, have left
you all alone?
Lady Inghean...
...your father's concerned
about you.
Now, hand her over.
So be it, Northmen.
- We must follow them, now!
- No!
We'll wait.
- So, we made it.
- Not so fast.
We need to find a way
of stopping them here.
Or we can forget about
reaching those boats.
Thorald, stay here and
watch out for the Wolves.
Everyone else, follow me.
We have work to do.
One man is guarding
the path. The archer.
- It's a Viking sword.
- It is.
I always had the feeling it
was waiting for someone.
Even one of my splinters
shall slay my opponent
Hail mighty Tyr...
I pledge to walk unswerving
for fire and blood and steel.
- Will your gods help?
- They will.
Sure, as always.
I know Tyr will help us.
I personally believe in
more earth bound help.
And this will work.
Nice.
You're early.
Take your rest.
I'll keep watch.
And I hope they try.
It seems someone's crazy
for Valhalla.
So...
This is how you
Christians pray, is it?
I preach his word
any way I can.
But it will take more than prayer
to vanquish Dunchaid's men.
One day, I was ordered to the most
dangerous place, for a man of God.
The land of the Pics.
But not only was I able
to win their trust.
They accepted me
as one of their own
...without bloodshed.
The King Dunchaid was
at war with the Pics...
...in order to put
an end to the bloodshed...
...he asked me to mediate.
So...
...I persuaded the leaders to
attend a meeting with the King.
Dunchaid had
all the leaders killed.
And anyone left
was enslaved.
- You could not know.
- I should have known.
I should have saved them...
...but, I failed.
I retreated from my order,
to a life of solitude.
God said all is at
solitary in a home.
...but the rebellious dwell
in a parched land.
That assumes you are with us now.
Can a monk be rebellious?
Can a Viking not?
We shall never make it.
Will the sun ever rise or set again without
you complaining like a fish wife?
...Hird?
Skoll
If you call me that name
one more time...
- Then what?
- Enough!
The Wolves are enough for us
to fight. Rest now.
We'll move at first light.
What is a Hird?
The Hirds were
King Harald's bodyguards.
Jorund was one of them.
Was until King Harald, set him upon
everyone who disagreed with him.
You mean,
men like you?
Jorund became an outlaw and
fought with me and my father.
After our defeat,
he fled with us.
So you're not even welcome
amongst your own?
Just like you.
Tonight should've been
my wedding night.
Don't worry my heart
isn't broken
It was a profitable move
for my father.
That explains why you were
locked in the wagon.
I can't imagine you as a
loving wife.
Quiet and obedient.
Well, I take that
as a compliment.
They are here!
Haldor?
Where is Haldor?
Where is Haldor?
- Grim.
- Haldor?
Haldor!
We can not leave him!
When you've taken revenge,
Haldor will be smiling down on you.
But not now,
not here!
Look out!
No!
Rise up!
Run!
Now, what?
You're welcome to swim,
but I'll be crossing on that.
Northmen!
I will hold them off.
For Haldor.
We will.
- The rest of you, over the bridge.
- You heard the man.
Take care of Inghean, my friend.
Defend that bridge.
Vikings, show no mercy.
Asbjorn, you made the right
decision about that monk.
He is not so bad,
for a Christian.
You know it'll be quicker
to just jump in the ravine.
Jorund, go!
Come on!
Vikings!
Vikings?
Gunnar.
Come on!
Make haste!
Your lives end here!
Bjorn!
Right there!
Go to sleep,
little doggies.
- Gunnar, to the bridge.
- Yeah!
Asbjorn!
No!
Grim!
No!
Gunnar!
Cut down the bridge.
This is just the beginning, Northmen.
We have to go on.
It should have been me.
It should have been me.
It was my time.
Hjorr, come here.
There is a path.
- That has to come out...
- It's fine.
Do you want to go to the
Danelaw or Valhalla?
Wait!
What are you doing?
Against gangrene.
Go on.
If we continue with this pace
we should still be here for Ragnarok.
The coast.
We are not there yet.
Wait!
What is it?
I'm not sure.
Inghean...
...I believe in what you see.
What do you see?
They are coming...
...on horse back.
Let's stand and fight them,
right here.
This is no place to fight them.
- There has to be another way.
- The boats are not much further.
We can still get there.
It is the only hope.
Lets go.
Come on.
The moor will be their grave.
No more running.
Here.
Vikings!
Thorald, wait!
Thorald.
Asbjorn!
How many times
we have to kill you, Northmen?
At least one more time,
mercenary.
No!
You are coming with me northmen.
I am sorry.
Thorald.
When the storm
rages fears...
...hoist the sail to the top.
Oh how merry,
the Storm King appears...
...let her drive, let her drive...
Better founded than strike.
For all who strikes
is a slave.
Be on your way.
We are too late.
The boats were in those caves.
The openings are already under water
Why am I not even surprised.
So what's the plan?
No more talking,
let's fight them. Come on!
No!
We can take them, come on.
Gunnar, you will die in vain.
No, I die in battle.
Look!
Asbjorn!
Now, my King?
Archers.
- Gunnar!
- I will fight!
- Gunnar, he has the boat.
- No, I will fight!
I thought we had lost you.
Asbjorn!
Not bad, not bad at all,
helmsman.
Let's get off this coast.