The earl decides.He owns the ships.He will send us to
the east,as always,to the Baltic lands.But I want to know what is to the
west.What cities and gods are over there. See,I am not satisfied … with
this.Odin gave his eye to acquire knowledge.But I would give far more.
I went to confess my love to her.But I was set upon by
a bear and an enormous hound who guarded her home.I killed the bear with my
spear and I managed to strangle the hound with my bare hands. And that is how I
gained her hand in marriage.
You couldn’t
kill me if you tried for a hundred years.
I joke about many things,son of Ragnar, but never
about ship building.Do you imagine ships are just dead things?
Don’t worry.We’ll soon be as rich as dwarves!
‘’Just stories’’.
All things begin and end as stories.
If any harm befalls my children, I will tear the lungs
out of your body,priest.
Understand this! A war band lives and dies together.If
you cannot trust the men to either side of you, or in front of you … you are
already a dead man.
Are these
pagans not men, like we are?Do they not bleed when they are cut?Or do they have
wings and tongues of fire?
-Ask
me a question.
-Are
the signs threatening?
-Yes.There
is a quarrel.There will be violence,bones and skulls broken.I see that.
-If
he kills you,will it not be so?
-Do
the gods speak?
-Do
they ever stop?
Stay strong.Be ready.
I want you to ask for a meeting with the earl.And when
you meet him,challenge him to a personal combat.With me.Tell him,if he
refuses,shame will stalk him for the rest of his life.And Odin will never
permit him into Valhalla.
Never fight unless you know the odds are in your
favor.That is our way.
-I
said no.
-But
why?
-Because
I said so.Don’t be too impatient to put yourself in danger.
-But
you cannot alter my fate!
-You
sound like your uncle,when he doesn’t know what to say.
They have ships that can cross
the oceans,but also sail up rivers.What
manner of men are these?
-Our
whole lives are just stories.
We wait until the odds are in our favor.
Our lives are fated,Gyda.We all have to accept that.
I will be happy enough just to have my name linked
with yours when the poets tell the story of how we,norsemen,sailed west and
discovered new worlds.
This is Thor,holding his hammer,Mjollnir. Who hasn’t heard him beating his anvil in the storms?Who doesn’t believe in mighty Thor,slayer of frost and fire?
It’s sometimes better not to know one’s fate.
Every piece of land has a price,just like every human.
-I’ve had strange and disturbing dreams.
-What
happens in your dreams?
-Dark shapes come to me at night. Monstrous
forms.When I wake,they skulk in the shadows, shapeless.But no sooner am I
asleep than they creep forward again.
-What
is it that they want?
-To
take something from you.
-My
life?
-No,something
far more important to you than that.
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