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He-witch: Hear me, odinn,

all-father of the gods.

Summon the shadows of ages past,

when the thread spinning norns ruled the fates of men.

Hear of a prince's vengeance quenched

at the fiery gates of hel.

A prince destined for valholl.

Hear me.

He's here.

He's here.

Mother, father is here!

Never enter my chambers without invitation.

The king, milady. The king.

Gudrun: Come.

Amleth: Odinn brought him home.

Man 1: Hail, raven king!

Man 2: War raven, hail!

Man 3: Hail, my lord!

Man 4: War raven, hail.

Man 5: Hail, ring-giver!

Fjolnir: Onward, brother!

Man: Go.

Crowd: Hail, king aurvandil war raven!

Hail!

Like a battle dog returning to its master,

I've come to be fettered by my queen's fair locks.

Ever are we bound, my lord.

Prince amleth,

you have grown too old to be greeted as a child.

Hail, lord king.

But a father never grows too old

for a good smothering!

How I've missed you, my son.

Will your brother not grace us with his presence?

Think not on fjolnir.

He'll soon be with us.

This was worn round a prince's neck when I found it.

But it was destined for this prince.

Wear it always with my love.

Thank you, father.

My king.

Fjolnir.

Man: The brute has arrived.

Hail, lord king.

Furnish this fierce-hearted slayer of men with some drink,

that I mightdrinkto him.

Accept my cup, kinsman.

Milady.

Look how the queen's cup grows wet

for more men than her king.

What metal might buy a fragrant sip?

Sweet silver

or hard iron?

Shence, dog!

By freyr, you slander your lord and mistress!

Please you, brother.

'Tis but a jest.

A jest.

Heimir keeps afoul tongue,

yet I keep him as a deep-sworn friend.

Come, brother.

Here's one more in need of your safekeeping than myself.

Fjolnir: Thohn

Ah.

Thorir!

My son!

To my brother, the war raven!

To the kingdom of hrafnsey!

All: Skél!

Aurvandil: The enemy had a taste of my liver.

Are you hurt? Almost enough

for amleth to be marked my successor.

I watched his innocence tonight.

He must be awoken to what awaits him.

He is a puppy.

He's the same age as my grandfather

when he took the throne.

That was different.

He had to kill his uncle first.

You have not seen your queen in a season.

Come.

Let me take you to our bed.

Pray my luck spirits see me to many war fields

after I defeat this wound.

I refuse to die in sickness

nor live the long life of a shameful graybeard.

I must die by the sword.

I will die in honor.

Fret not.

You will die in battle, my lord.

The gates ofvalholl await you, I know it.

Aurvandil: This is the same path I walked with my father

and he with his.

Now it is our path to walk.

Amleth: Odinn.

Aurvandil: Be not afraid, amleth.

Do as I do.

(Uangung)

Heimir: Who barks?

Is it the wolves of the high one?

Or is it the barking of the village dogs?

Harken to me, you two-legged dogs.

Drink the vision mead of knowledge.

To learn what it is to live and die in honor.

To be in battle slain

and in death rewarded by the valkyrjur's embrace.

The warrior maidens will carry you

to the shimmering gates ofvalholl.

You are dogs that wish to become men.

Prove you are not a dog.

Not only are you a man, you dine like a king.

And you, little cub,

what are you?

Ah.

I smell a clever pupil.

At every passage,

one should turn his eye round,

one should spy round.

For a foe might be crouched within upon the floor.

Wise in measure should each man be,

yet wise enough to be the fool.

Wise enough to be the fool. Tell me,

how did odinn lose his eye?

To learn the secret magic of women.

Never seek the secrets of women, but heed them always.

Heimir: It is women that know the mysteries of men.

The norns that spin and weave at their well of fate.

Live in honor.

Live in honor.

Safeguard your familial blood.

Safeguard your familial blood.

Know you what that means, amleth, son of aurvandil?

Should I fall by the enemy's sword,

you must avenge me or forever live in shame!

I will, father, I will!

My blade will not rest

till it's drunk the blood from his open neck!

Now live always without fear,

for your fate is set and you cannot scape it.

Swear it.

I swear.

This is the last tear you will shed in weakness.

It will be given back when most you need it.

Now, behold,

as a man.

Aurvandil: Approach, amleth, and in our blood

behold the tree of kings.

Father!

Run! Run!

Come for your carcass, you mongrels!

You behold your brother's gaze in amazement.

I knew well you would.

Pity you never paid a bastard's eyes heed before.

Now, behold how swiftly your brother swings his sword.

Strike, brother.

Strike.

But know that bearing a stolen ring makes no half-breed a king.

Soaked in my blood,

it will soon be sliding off your arm like a serpent.

Your kingdom will not last.

Let this misdeed haunt your living nights

till a flaming vengeance gorges on your death.

Strike.

Strike!

To valhoii!

King aurvandil is dead!

Long live king fjolnir!

Long live king fjolnir!

Men: Hail, lord king!

Hail, lord king!

Bring me the boy's head!

Man 1: Do you see him?

Man 2: Over here. Man 3: Cut him off!

I'll make it slow.

Man 1: Hail, fjolnir the brotherless!

Man 2: Hail, king fjolnir!

Man 3: Hail, fjolnir!

Man 4: Hail, king fjolnir!

Hallgrimr: King fjolnir has found himself a queen.

Finnr: Fjolnir!

Fjolnir! My lord!

The boy!

The boy.

The boy is dead.

Dead in the sea.

Yeah.

Sank like a stone.

I will avenge you, father!

I will save you, mother!

I will kill you, fjolnir!

I will avenge you, father!

I will save you, mother!

I will kill you, fjolnir!

I will avenge you, father!

I will save you, mother!

I will kill you, fjolnir!

I will avenge you, father!

I will save you, mother!

To valhoii!

What are you doing? Come now, come. Come here.

Come here.

These savages make for fine chattel,

eh, bjornulfr?

We did good.

Amleth: Neverbeflen

when we found you as a cub...

I knew then that you had a heart of cold iron.

Shield maiden: Too weak!

I want strong ones!

Not weak ones!

Boy: Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Play, you idiot. Play!

Prowl in shadow, slayer of my people.

Hide.

Eventhough your brother stole my eyes,

I see you.

I am no one's brother.

It is not enough to be the man that never cries,

prince amleth.

The prince that turned from his fate.

A beast that cares for naught.

A beast that wrings tears from the eyes of men.

Now remember for whom you shed your last teardrop.

Remember the oath to right the wrong.

Remember the raven king.

Remember.

Remember, it contains the salty ocean

you must sail upon, to the edge of the world.

It feeds the freezing river of hate that runs in my veins.

It will take you to an island in the north

where there will spring a burning lake,

bursting from a black mountain's peak.

There, I will drown my father's killer.

Follow the Vixen's tail

to the dwelling of the ancient one

to seek the fated sword that matches your brutal rage.

Why speak you my fortune, witch?

For where your path of ashes ends,

another will begin herjourney.

A maiden king.

Release me.

You cannot escape what fate the norns have spun.

Now, begone!

Hird officer: These slaves go to uppsala.

Those to the market in Kiev.

Send them to constantinople.

And these strong ones should make it all the way

to fjolnir's post in Iceland.

Amleth: Who is this fjolnir?

Fjolnir the brotherless.

So-called after he killed his brother,

the disgraced king aurvandil war raven.

I know of him.

Why are his slaves bound for Iceland?

Fjolnir rules over hrafnsey.

He fled to the backwater frontier,

with his wife and son

after king haraldr of Norway took his kingdom.

Fjolnir killed his brother for nothing.

Now he's a sheep farmer.

Father.

Worry not.

When I meet your owner, I will thank him for the warmth you gave me.

Captain: Take your place.

Man 2: He's cheating.

Let's see what you've got.

It continues then.

I've lost all my silver, then.

Your sheep's clothing does not disguise you,

Northman.

Amleth: What say you, spell-speaker?

You wish to be a slave,

hide your cunning.

Show the Shepherd, you are a sheep.

I'll show the Shepherd his death.

Man: Hold it strong!

Man: Stay on your feet!

Amleth: Take my hand!

I have you!

Young amleth: I will avenge you, father.

I will save you, mother.

I will kill you, fjo'inir.

Man: Over there.

Man: Leave her here.

Move!

Man: Bunch of corpses. Finnr: Let him rot!

The seagulls will eat him!

They're hungry!

Move, swine!

Why would you stow away to such a hellish place?

This ground harbors evil.

My fate has brought me here.

To find what was stolen from me.

And what is that?

A mother, a father, a kingdom.

This is your kingdom?

The traitor who stole my kingdom fled here

when another king took it from him.

I will leave when I'm done with him.

I am Olga of the birch forest.

And I, too, vow to escape this island.

Then you must face many foes.

As do you.

Would you face them alone?

Your strength breaks men's bones.

I have the cunning to break their minds.

Hallgrimr: You two, hold your traps!

Walk on!

Why are we doing this?

What?

This. What?

It's slave work.

You're the chieftain.

It's your temple,

and I'm the heir to this holy chiefdom.

No man knows if he will celebrate next yuletide

as a king or as a slave.

Best to be prepared for both.

And to stave off the latter, the least you can do

is show your slaves you're as strong as they are.

But no one's watching us.

Go fetch us some whey.

Think on what I said.

Man: Keep your shield arm up. Thorir: I am.

Man: You're... thorir: I am!

Man: You are not!

Attack, hjalti!

No! No!

Hallgrimr: Fjolnir, my lord!

Your shipment is here.

Well, show me.

Where's the rest of them? Hallgrimr: Get on your feet!

Finnr: On yourfeet! On yourfeet!

Finnr: Up, swines!

Hallgrimr: Line up, bastards!

Thorir: Pitiful. Can't even stand.

Fjolnir: They won't last the winter.

Sell all of them.

Let me see this one.

We've kept worse.

I'm not impressed.

His stench.

Never look me in the eye, slave.

Well, iwonder what they call a beast like you

in the land of rus.

I am...

Bjornulfr.

By name alone, you can tell he's as strong as a bear.

But if you're as untrustworthy as a wolf,

I swear I'll put you down myself.

We keep this one.

The rest can go.

Gunnar: But mother needs two for the kitchen,

and one for the laundry. Man: Move.

Gunnar: And two males for the harvest.

Fjolnir: Fine.

These two for the kitchen, and her for the laundry.

And choose two males for the fields.

And her, too.

Keep her arms white,

and her hair long.

Plan to climb out, huh, bear-wolf?

Even if you did escape this farm,

you'd only be carrion for the blue foxes and selkies.

This island is a barren waste.

You best find yourself some sleep.

Volundur: Get! Get!

Get!

Thieving demon-bitch.

Gudrun: Away! Away!

Away with you!

Away! Begone!

Away with you!

I will avenge you, father.

I will save you, mother.

I will kill you, fjolnir.

Here. Go.

Go take a piss.

Halldora: In there.

Stop there.

You! Get on with it!

On with you now!

Where's your wits?

Turn around.

Shut the door.

Did you find it?

What you lost.

In the house today, was it there?

That...

And more.

It's a nightmare.

Then you must wake up.

It's their nightmare.

Finnr: You!

You, woman!

You come with us!

You don't belong here!

Fjolnir wants you close.

If you lose me, will you come and look for me, too?

Will you?

Come here.

Sit, amleth, son of aurvandil.

Did our hen-eating friend tell you of me?

One much more talkative.

An old fooi.

Poor heimir.

He speaks of days past,

and days yet to come.

Fjolnir cut out his tongue,

plucked out his eyes before killing him,

but I made him once anew.

Kind friend.

Know that I will avenge you, too.

I fear you must address me.

Alas, I made him no new ears.

They also met with fjolnir's blade.

Enough!

You know why I have come.

You are still a beast cloaked in man-flesh.

Speak, witch.

So be it, slave!

Wandering prophet.

Wake now,

from your murder.

Hear me!

Heimir is come!

Heimir's voice: Hello, puppy.

I seek the weapon the norns of fate chose for my revenge.

Heimir's voice: Hearme.

Forged by the deadliest war-smiths

ever to crawl from under the great worm's belly.

A sword of the most secretive rare iron,

bound with bone of the jotnar.

Weightless in its owner's hand,

yet like a dragon's fang,

its bite can never be dulled,

never broken nor bent.

Its blade could only be quenched in human blood.

It is a battle flame like none other.

Its name,

draugr.

The undead.

It is fated.

Voices: Draugr!

Yet, difficult is the sword's nature,

for it can only be unsheathed in the dark of night,

or else at hel's black gates.

The gates of hel.

There will my sword be just.

I will enjoy feeding draugr till then in everlasting night.

Then shall you also enjoy the moment when you must choose

between kindness for your kin or hate for your enemies.

That is nothing.

My heart knows only revenge.

Show it to me.

You must make a visitation to draugr's owner,

the mound dweller.

Mark well the full moon's light.

For shadows are not hospitable hosts.

Amleth: Mark well the full moon's light!

Fjolnir: Thorir will choose our strongest.

Tomorrow we'll prove that hakon iron-beard's men

are born of mud and water.

Hallgrimr: Mud will be all that remains of them.

Fjolnir: Rakki!

Rakki!

Rakki.

Take rakki home.

And, you two. Hallgrimr: Rakki, come.

It's nearly dawn. Get you to bed.

Hallgrimr: Yes, my lord. Rakkl

Vvake, you.

Fetch her. You know the one. Aye.

Wake up, Olga. Wake up.

Get to your feet.

The hair of a valkyrja,

on a savage slav bitch.

A little blood.

Unclean whore!

You will correct her, or you'll both be dead in the ground.

Thank the norns that the woman's tide

is the only blood that runs in your house tonight, coward.

I am a fool.

It was foretold that I would slay my father's killer in a burning lake.

Till that day comes,

I will torment the man who made my life a hell.

Now sleep well, night blade.

Yes, we thirst for vengeance,

but we cannot escape our fates.

Man: Get them in line! Look lively!

Man 1: Move it! Man 2: Don't be idle!

Man 3: Those are for the feast.

Where are they taking us?

Something about the chieftain's feast.

Last night, I saw him with you.

Then you know fjolnir's touch will not linger on me

when I leave this island.

You marked him well.

And I have found the cold iron

that will strike him down.

When will you do it? When I must.

For now, I will haunt this farm

like a hungry corpse returned from the grave.

Fjolnir thinks amleth is long dead.

Yes, but what of your mother?

She will revel in fjolnir's anguish.

She only feigns her love to protect their child.

Won't she wish... When I free her,

I will bring the boy if I must.

They've moved me back into the kitchen.

Foreman: Bjornulfr! If we can keep his men...

Our plan will have to wait. Go.

Foreman: Bjornulfr, move!

You, to the back! Foreman: Move!

Man: Woman!

Man 1: Thorir, my lord, we're lacking one man.

I'm not a child. My hair is my own.

I know grown men who need a woman to tend their hair.

Man 2: Get them in line.

Foreman: You can celebrate after the games, slave. Look lively!

Man 3: My lord.

Foreman: Come on!

Man 4: Thorir, my lord.

Can you fight, slave?

Look me in the eye, slave.

I asked you do you know how to fight.

What are those?

You've never seen a knatttré before?

By nightfall, you'll have seen enough of them.

Man: Play for blood!

You're shaming our family's name!

We need more men!

Yeah!

No! No!

Gunnar!

Halt the game! Halt it now!

Woman: Don't touch him!

Fjolnir: Gunnar!

Hakon: Halt the game!

Fjolnir: Gunnar! Gunnar!

Thorfinnr: Stupid runt!

Gudrun: No!

Gudrun: Gunnar. Gunnar. Fjolnir: Wake up. Wake up.

Stupid, stupid boy. Wake up.

Gudrun: Gunnar. Gunnar. Gunnar. Fjolnir: Gunnar.

Wake up, come on.

Wake up, Gunnar. Wake up!

Gudrun: Gunnar. Gunnar. Gunnar.

Fjolnir: Wake up. Gunnar. Gunnar.

Wake up! No.

Wake up.

Did we win?

Spoken like a true chieftain's son.

Man: A brave boy.

A brave young man.

You.

This way.

You showed yourself brave

andloyal

when we return to the farm,

certain privileges will be granted you.

Your work will be less burdensome.

You will command others' burden.

And, bjornulfr,

as a reward for winning us the game,

I'll let you choose a woman for yourself.

Even that slav bitch I've seen you eyeing.

Father found her too... Unyielding.

But know that we will never make you a free man.

The stench of a lowborn slave cannot escape him.

Yes.

Thank you.

Hersveinn: We'll miss you cleaning the shithouse.

Amleth: Olga.

Olga: You found me.

Were you lost?

Only if you were searching for me.

What do you do?

Here, where the threads of fate have bound us together,

embraced beneath the trees, here I speak with the earth.

What does she tell you?

How to reach your mother.

My earth magic will stoke the flames of your sword.

Tomorrow night, you and I,

will begin this nightmare

and bring fjolnir's life to chaos.

Finish.

Back to the stalls.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Amleth: You.

The servants of freyr.

Lay them before our lord's feet.

Hjalti: You weakling.

Amleth: Fear not.

You're the first of many.

Hjalti: No. Hersveinn: Please! We'll set you free!

Oh, I will find who did this.

I will find them, and I will tear out their eyes!

And I will tear out their tongues!

They will all sup in hell

Look, father.

Look what has been done to my brave friends.

Christian monsters!

Monsters!

Monsters!

Lack-beard, did you do this?

Answer me! Answer me!

Stop this!

Son.

Regain your calm.

They were good boys.

By freyr, we will avenge them.

Take him away.

Is thorir right?

Could it be the Christian swines?

Their god is a corpse nailed to a tree. For what?

These boys never touched them.

And how might they find weapons?

These wounds are not of our world.

This distempered spirit will ride again.

It wields a hungry blade.

I will prepare a sacrifice.

Finnr: On with you!

Blood-drinking christians!

Do as you're told.

The mushrooms, I have them.

Not tonight.

The spirits will ride and spill more blood.

Black she-spirit, abate.

Bear this offering to your mistress

and sheath your rageful corpse-hound.

Fjolnir: Rakki. Gudrun: Rakki!

Fjolnir: What is it, rakki?

Gudrun: Rakki!

Down, rakki!

Rakki!

Gudrun: Rakki! Rakki!

Free her.

Freyr, it seems, has chosen for himself

who is deemed fit for sacrifice.

Ashildur: Blighted by his blood...

Let us hope his hunger has been sated.

This is not the work of my god.

This is trollish sorcery.

Fjolnir: Tonight, you will be armed to defend the farm,

for this is also your home.

Thorir: How can we trust them to protect us?

Hallgrimr: Here, dog.

Your father does not want an uprising

by emboldened slaves. Hallgrimr: Go!

Do not doubt his wisdom.

Hallgrimr: Walk!

Olga: Black dreams arise.

Finnr: Hey, slaves, I like your sticks!

Yeah, good luck fending off the demon with that thing.

Here.

Hungry?

Tonight, you are the food!

Go take some night air.

I'll finish here.

Go on.

Man 1: Get them away! Man 2: Run!

She's a she-devil!

Fjolnir: Touch them not.

Look not into their eyes.

The night spirits have entered their skins and are riding their minds.

Thorir! Out, disir!

Begone!

We will meet you before dawn.

Father.

Leave me.

Your sword is long.

Amleth: Stop yourjest.

I am your son.

Amleth?

You live still?

A life of death.

Yet, I swore to survive till this moment.

Tomorrow, I shall finish my deeds in honor.

Only then will I discover

whether living is to my liking.

You are your mother's son.

And my father's.

I am come to avenge king aurvandil,

to choke my traitorous uncle in his death-blood

and to free you.

I see you have inherited your father's simpleness.

What say you?

I never mourned him.

You were his queen.

Your father endured me...

Because I bore him a son.

No. His affections were only for silver

and rutting his whores.

I know not if he had heart enough to love you.

Shence. He was a coward feigning to be a king.

He was nothing. He was just another proud,

lust-stained slaver.

Hold your tongue!

You spit in the face of your dead husband.

Yet his brother...

His fine brother.

A bastard has no shame of himself nor his trade.

Your uncle loved me, though he knew well my past.

Amleth.

Even now, you believe the fairy tale I told you is true?

"A noble bride hailing from the land of Brittany"?

I never began as his bride.

How easily we all become princesses again

when the beasts take us for their wives.

Yes.

You were forced upon your mother.

Gunnar was received freely with love.

And know you this.

It was I who begged on my knees

for fjolnirto kill king aurvandil.

I pressed my lips

upon his strong, sweet hand.

I kissed it and I begged.

And so this day would never come,

fjolnir ordered your death,

along with your own mother's blessing.

But I saw it.

I saw fjolnir carrying you away... screaming.

Screaming?

I was laughing.

Lies!

Now that you are here, what do we do?

I should kill you and all that is dear to you.

But you love me.

A son loves his mother and a mother loves her son.

And you saved your brother's life. You.

You love.

You... love.

None but me knows who you are.

And you are so hot for revenge,

child born of savagery.

If you kill fjolnir...

If you kill thérir,

and if you are so untamed as to kill my Gunnar...

You would be my new king, amleth,

and together we will rule.

Bitch! Your taste and your mind

reek of your foul father!

You should have joined him in death! Your words are poison!

I am your death!

Die!

Where is your mother?

Tell me.

Where?

She's as evil as fjolnir.

I will destroy him and all that she loved.

I will become a hailstorm of iron and steel.

I will have my vengeance.

And more.

Then what must we do now?

I must take to the hills.

My mother discovered who I am. Soon everyone will.

I'll go with you.

They cannot know you are part of this.

Come morning, they will hunt for me.

You killed her?

I would not kill a woman.

Not even her.

Thorir met his end by my fury.

Well, good riddance.

Tomorrow night, you will return and kill fjolnir?

If the norns of fate allow it.

And whatever happens tomorrow, be ready to run.

His heart.

His...

His heart. It's taken his heart!

What evil is this?

What evil eats the hearts of brave young men?

Freyr, do you hear me?

Behave.

Be a man in front of your inferiors.

There is no evil spirit here.

I told you. I told you.

It is my cursed son, amleth.

We rid ourselves of him as a boy.

You must believe me, he is here.

The progeny of aurvandil lives still.

I fear he was led here by the raven-spirit

of your dead brother.

It's not possible. Think.

He's killed your men.

He has murdered your eldest son.

And he will not rest till you lie cold in the ground

and our own Gunnar lies slain beside you.

It is amleth.

No god can help you with this task.

You must discover my son and kill him with your own hands.

Let my words be the whetstone to your biting rage,

for the mischief of last night was not the work of one man.

Find the slaves who ally with him.

Find them!

Finnr: On your knees!

Hallgrimr: Down with you!

Down with the lot of you!

I know not, nor care not,

if that slave aided in the death of my son,

but this is the end you will all meet

if you speak not what you know.

I see you're no longer afraid of a woman's blood.

You.

Of course, it is you.

Amleth: Fjolnir!

Let her alone!

I offer you your son's heart in exchange for her life!

I am amleth the bear-wolf,

son of king aurvandil war-raven,

and I am his vengeance!

Kill him!

Fjolnir: Bring him to me!

Gudrun: Kill him! Man: He's mine!

In the end,

you're just like your father.

Evil begets evil.

How do you know it's your son's heart

and not the heart of a rabid dog

killed two nights ago?

Fjolnir: Where is it?

You cannot kill me.

Even if you were to strike me with your sword,

it would not bite.

It is not my time.

I will die in battle.

Fjolnir: Where is my son's heart?

Odinn the all-father

will vanquish your god of erections.

Fear him.

Shence!

I will come back for your heart.

And your mother and I will eat it.

Odinn, let the valkyrja, your warrior maiden,

fly me to your shining gates.

I see my father and mother.

I see my dead kindred.

I see my master in freyja's hall.

He calls me to him.

Tonight, our mourning for thorir ends.

May the neck-ale of this swift steed

hasten you to the highest tree

of the battle-weavers, brother.

My hour of grief

has passed.

The time of wrath-kindled revenge

is upon us!

This is not valholl?

I did not carry you that far.

I am no valkyrja.

The dreams of your afterlife must wait.

Besides...

I'm not done with you yet.

My fate brought me to Iceland

to carry out my pledge ofvengeance.

But my fate

did not ready me for finding you.

I thought I must always shield my heart in stone.

I could not think I would open it to a Northman.

You sacrificed yourself that I could flee.

And you came back for me.

I have never felt close to another person.

Not since I was a child.

I curse your mother's evil.

She murdered my past.

Could it not be that your norns of fate

have spun another thread for you to follow?

What do your earth gods tell you?

That wherever I go, I must take you with me.

I have kinsmen in orkney.

We could find... we could find safe passage there.

Together.

Yet, I cannot truly believe

that you have extinguished your fire for vengeance.

Hate is all I have ever known.

But I wish I could be free of it.

That is for you to choose.

Let us find our future.

Welcome, seafarers.

The deck of this wooden saddle-beast

will be the only ground you tread for 21 days.

I was expecting more of fjolnir's men.

His son was to join us.

Anchor up!

Sail down!

Secure the shrouds!

Man: Shrouds secured!

Volodymyr: Keep her downwind, helmsman.

Man: Aye, aye!

Your wound.

It is nothing to what we have endured.

I have forgotten it already.

My family's blood.

My own blood is inside you.

You are the well our dynasty will spring from.

I did not wish you to know

until I could trust that our child would be safe.

While fjolnir lives, our children will never be safe.

If he but knew of this,

he would hunt you with all the fire of the gods.

It cannot wait.

Stop this.

There is now a living thread that binds us.

I was a fool.

I wished to flee with you from my fate.

My vision shows me you will have two.

And my sword will save them.

But you must come with us.

You must!

It was prophesied that I must choose

between kindness for my kin and hate for my enemies.

And see what hope we have before us.

I choose both.

Take her to orkney.

In return for this ring, my kinsmen will give you ninefold its worth.

No! No!

Amleth!

You will be mother to a king!

We cannot escape our fate.

Amleth!

Man 2: It's the slave!

It's him!

Close off the house!

The cub you once hunted ate off your nose.

Now, the wolf is grown.

He hungers for the rest.

Whatever you hear, you must stay hidden.

Keep him safe.

Keep both of you safe.

I will.

Amleth: Take your freedom

and do with it what you will.

Fjolnir!

Neven

In the heart.

Thank you.

Gunnar: Mother!

I will meet you at the gates of hel.

At the gates of hel,

you will find me.

And there you will die

by the hand that killed your father.

Halldora: Let me down!

Slain by iron,

we shall all meet again in the stronghold of the all-father.

My blood will live on!

Valholl awaits!

Olga: The thread that binds us can never break.

We are safe.

Olga: Now make your passage.