This very night, five years ago,
the Illugers attacked the Jarl Hall.
As wild beasts they came out of the darkness...
the Illugers...
They sley your brother, and your father, the Jarl, gave his word of eternal feud.
This blood feud is your heritance, Sigurd.
It's now long since the Jarl left on a war raid.
Many a night you have been crying shouting out your father's name.
Soon father will be back, Sigurd.
Father!
Sigurd Dragonslayer
You'll never be a warrior, Sigurd Dragonslayer.
On your feet!
Let's see how you can wield an axe.
I will be a warrior!
An ambush from behind!
Father!
Edda, help the boy to dress up!
Tor, light the fire in the hall... and don't forget the mead.
Orm, bring the horses also the Jarl's own horse.
- I'll be late! - And your belt.
Be still...! There. You look like a furry bear cub.
Are you finished?
Wait, will you!
They are already here!
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Manuscript, loosely built on Torill Thorstad Hauger's novel
- Father, here we are! - Rest on your oars!
Sverre, send for the Raven girl. We have wounded men aboard.
We were attacked far out on the fjord.
- Oars in! - Oars in!
Hawser coming. Catch it!
Get the wounded ashore... quickly.
Sigurd!
Father!
All set.
Eivind, take charge of the thralls.
Hail, Lord and master of the Jarl Hall.
Hail, Lady and mistress of the Jarl Hall.
Well, Sigurd... you have grown this summer.
You have been in battle, I can see.
The Illugers showed off in the fjord.
They shot Gunnar, Bror's son.
On your feet, you lousy thralls.
Where are my feathers? My feathers...
Up with it.
Look father, I've been practising with my bow.
Look father!
Well, Sigurd, have you stopped wetting your pants this summer?
- Sigurd. - Sven!
Oh, you should have been in Ireland, Sigurd!
Green meadows as far as the eye could see.
You must come with us next time, Sigurd.
... over goblin hills and troll mountains,
over bogs and through deep forests,
Sigurd the hero, rode his horse in raging haste.
By his belt hung Gram, the mighty sword.
... and he flung it into the dragon.
Sigurd drew his sword...
Crunch! It cut its way through the dragon's body.
The ground shook.
And a terrible roar was heard over Gnita Moor.
Sigurd Dragonslayer was his name.
A braver hero was never known, not anywhere.
Dream about the dragon, Sigurd.
Dream that you slay the dragon.
Edda!
There, there, Sigurd.
You're my thrall! Your place is here by me.
Did you have one of your nightmares?
Calm down.
There.
Orm Viking, the foremost among my men shall have this golden ring.
Look here, taken from the enemies, a buckle of gold.
And now to the mistress of my house,
for her prosperous maintenance of Jarl Hall.
I reckon these gifts will surely atone for your efforts.
Yes!
Her Ladyship the Jarl's wife, the Jarl's wife!
Enjoy yourselves.
- This for that you have proved to be an able warrior, son. - Yes!
Enjoy yourselves!
Take it!
I got it!
Yes!
You have stolen that from my mom!
Edda, what is she saying?
She says the golden piece becomes your Ladyship very well.
But she also says that it was even more becoming
on her own mother when she had it.
Darn, she has a swift mouth this girl and great vitality.
She'll give us a handsome prize at the market.
Yes, that's for certain.
The boy...
we'll keep here at the Hall.
But he's her brother!
Yes, move it!
Bring them out...
... lousy thralls!
Sigurd!
He might be scared to hear about all the battles we've fought.
He might, yes!
- More mead! - Where is he?
Here, father!
Come hither son; I have something to show you.
This is a Frankish knife...
and the Frank who owned it, didn't give it away voluntarily.
He was big and strong like an ox.
Here is the knife... and it is yours, Sigurd.
Your father is a mighty warrior.
Odin has blessed me with a big family many of which are warriors.
Your master, Illuge, slayed one of us.
That will be revenged...
in blood!
In blood!
In two days we'll visit the market.
We need new weapons,
and a wood carver for making the ship sea-worthy.
I want to go there too, father.
Yes, Sigurd will accompany us,
if he can wield a weapon.
You must be able to defend yourself, son.
Yes, a nice stroke, Are.
Now let's see your skill, Sigurd.
You have trained him well I hope, Orm?
Well, it wasn't that easy all the time.
Over there is an Illuge.
Bury the axe in his head.
Do it!
Attack him!
You missed him!
Go over there.
Come on.
Take your sword.
Let's see if you can do better with that.
Attack me!
Are you scared?
I asked you if you are scared. Answer!
No!
Strike!
Strike...!
Strike!
Pick up your sword.
Pick up your sword!
Defend yourself.
Defend yourself, boy!
Defend yourself!
That boy is no good.
Orm, what have you done to the boy?
Answer!
Put Sigurd's horse in the stable.
It won't be shoed. You take the other one.
Sigurd will not go to the market!
Attaaack...!
Father, there's a thief in the larder!
A thief in the larder.
Father, wake up. Wake up father!
A thief! Where?
There he is, father.
Orm!... A dead thrall is a petty asset.
A thief is a thief!
He will get a proper punishment.
So this is your way of keeping watch?
Keep him in the warriors' house.
- You're keeping your eyes open, my son. - Yes.
Very good.
Soon it's time to go to the market.
- Do you want to join us? - Yes.
You will join us.
You and I shall ride side-by-side.
Father.
- Yes. - Thanks.
- Hello, Sigurd. - Hello.
I'm glad you'll come with us to the market.
Yes.
There, my Grane, there.
Sigurd, something's going on at the quarry!
Come, Sigurd!
Hurry, Astme! I'm on my way to the quarry.
Don't! Don't hit him!
You take over now, Sigurd...
Dragonslayer!
Strike hard!
Strike, Sigurd!
Strike!
That boy is no good.
Sven!
So you clear out!
Give me strength, Odin!
Give me strength!
"Black night sun and moon alike."
"Winter flowers, summer snow."
"Crawling bird and fish unbound..."
"Sparkle bright on lake in flames."
"Spirits, goblins, trolls and giants."
"Give me magic elvens power."
What do you want...? Witch!
Take some.
Blackberries.
Take some more.
You're almost always alone.
You have bewitched them!
This way, Sigurd.
Over high mountains and through deep dales Sigurd rode.
Look...
There the dragon has its dwellings.
You were lucky, little boy.
Look!
- Look father! - You've become a deft archer, Sigurd!
That might prove to be a good skill.
Well, Sigurd, you must eat properly to gain some flesh on your body.
There's one thing you must never sink your teeth into.
Do you know what?
The meat of a horse... and women.
The sword, son. Where's your sword?
On my horse.
Listen now, son.
"A wayfarer should not walk unarmed, But have his weapons to hand;"
"He knows not when he may need a spear, Or what menace meet on the road."
- Do you understand? - Yes.
Well, which path do we choose, Gudmund?
The northern path... close to the mountain.
Close to the mountain...
Illuger land. Treacherous!
What do you think, Aslak?
The northern path.
A bit too unsafe if you ask me.
Is there anyone among my men who fear the Illugers?
No. No.
Fine, let's take the path close to the mountain.
We must be off now... through Illuger territory.
Two men form a vanguard.
Two men form a vanguard!
Keep to the back, Sigurd.
The Illugers! The Illugers!
Gudmund, look out!
Sigurd, turn back!
Retreat through the woods!
Grane!
Halt!
Jarl, they took the thrall girl!
- Holger, where's Hallgeir? - Hallgeir is shot.
- What? - Hallgeir is shot!
- Sigurd! - Hallgeir is shot. - Sigurd!
Are, return and get Sigurd!
Hurry! Hurry!
Hurry, Sigurd!
What happened?
- Sigurd Birdslayer got entangled in his bow string. - Are!
I shot the Illuger berserker.
Mount your horse, Sigurd!
Mount your horse!
Try to remain on it!
Orm, you have much undone considering that boy.
We must ride around the mountain.
Come on!
Magnus, it's been a long time!
... it was harder for you. I remember the time when we were boys.
We have the strongest thralls, the fittest ones for work.
Ours are the best!
Already hundreds of you are slayed. Is that a wise living?
Or do you want your families to become extinct?
Therefore I bid you, Olof Lodbrok,
to show generosity.
Accept the reconciliation that Orrabein offers you.
He offers you five thralls.
Pull! Get him over!
Get him burnt! Get him burnt!
Pull! Pull. Get him over!
You're the stronger one, Knut. Get him down!
- Did you snare that bird? - No.
I shot it with one of my own arrows.
- Do you want to trade? - For the puppy?
No, for the flute.
May I try it?
Yes!
Tord Illugesson!
Halt!
Mind your step, boy!
So, you like my carvings?
Well then.
A mighty handsome knife you've got!
My father gave it to me. He took it from a Frank.
I see.
I am Torarin wood carver. Who are you?
You must have a name to follow Sigurd?
Dragonslayer.
I am the son of Jarl Håkon.
Oh, I see!
Come and I'll show you one of my own dragons.
Come.
Look, Sigurd. This is the head of a dragon.
- It's nice. - You think so? - Yes!
I haven't finished it.
And this... this is my knife.
It's not as nice as yours, but...
- It's sharp. - Right. Be careful.
I use it like this, you see.
Test your own knife.
No. No! Never carve towards you, boy.
That's risky. You can cut yourself.
Hold it like this, and carve outwards.
Put some weight on it, and carve like this.
Do you understand?
No, don't cut your fingers away!
Hold it like this.
- Understood? - Yes.
Now carve...
What is this to be?
It'll be the head of the god Odin.
- You know him, don't you? - Of course.
Thats right...! I reckon you'll become a wood carver one day.
Where is the wood carver?
Well, where did he go, the wood carver? Do you know?
The Jarl wants a word with him.
- Torarin wood carver? - Yes.
You are well spoken of.
Really?
I have need for a wood carver at Jarl Hall.
You'll be handsomely paid.
Do you have a new seat of honour in mind, my Lord?
My ship needs a new dragon head due to the last war expedition.
Put your knife in it's sheath, Sigurd. That knife is meant for other duties.
Give me a good piece of wood, my Lord,
and I'll give you a magnificent dragon head.
- A deal! - Illugers!
Mount your horses!
- Get your weapons! - Bring the horses!
At arms!
- Sons. - Make them shun us!
Take a good look at those two!
It's Ottar Illuge and his son Tord Illugesson.
Never forget that their family killed my brother's son.
Never forget the blood feud!
So, the Jarl himself is on a trading tour!
- With his horde. - You serpent's spawn!
Concubine sleeper!
Thrall wooer!
Thrall thieves!
Stop! Put down your weapons!
The sanctuary is prevailing even until the assembly is dissolved.
Two full moons later...
Father!
I want to join in!
You are not good enough with the sword, Sigurd!
"On a war raid wear sharp sword and shield."
"A boy is a man when a sword he can wield".
Always keep the blood feud in mind, Sigurd!
What do you want? Leave me alone!
Do you fear me, Sigurd Dragonslayer?
Do you find me ugly?
- What's up? - Listen to the shrieking of the ravens!
They do not follow the ship as they used to.
It's... a bad sign.
You're lying!
You're lying, you witch!
Don't they miss you?
That could have made you lose your life... thrall!
Trim the trunk all the way.
Push the tree a little.
This will give me many a good pieces of wood.
Trim that branch... no, higher up.
Good. Cut it right there.
Is this your tree, Sigurd?
I didn't know.
I couldn't have found a better one, you see.
Come, and I'll show you something.
Orm Viking!
Here is no need for your axe!
At this site, I am the chieftain!
This... is how an axe should be used.
Wood carver!
Come, Sigurd, there is much to be done.
Help!
Hold on! Hold on!
It's for you.
It's yours!
He says he wants his sister back.
Do you know his tongue?
I know many things.
Tell him that the Illugers took her captive.
She works there now.
What did you say? What did you say, Raven girl?
Look, this I'll make a dragon head.
Orm is on his way, Sigurd.
Sigurd must practice his sword. Have you seen him?
No. "The fox fares best when he is cursed" a lovely day like this.
So, you're smiling at me, wretched thrall...
Stop...!
... Orm Viking.
So, the Jarl's son shows some courage.
Let's find out if there's courage in your sword arm as well.
Just you wait until Father returns!
Wood carver. Ugh!
Father!
Now you are the bearer of this sword, Sigurd.
Bestow glory upon your family name with it,
and defend the Hall against the Illugers
and other ravagers.
You are Jarl from now on, Sigurd.
May Tor and Oden give you strength and generosity, Sigurd...
Dragonslayer.
- Egil! - Yes.
A good piece of work.
Lavran! Bakkur! Come hither!
I don't want you here! You know that.
Edda!
Sigurd is moving to the Jarl's house.
Orm Viking, from now on you obey Sigurd, the new Jarl.
Burn down Jarl Hall!
Sven!
I'll do fine. Run, Sigurd. Run!
Tord Illugesson!
Are you scared?
Tord Illugesson.
Show yourself.
You're just as bad a fighter as I am.
Well, I've never been a good swordsman.
And I wield the axe as bad as you do.
Look out!
Father's warriors! Run!
Run!
Where's the Jarl's son?
Get him!
Now you are the one to wear this sword, Sigurd... this sword, Sigurd...
Your time has come now, Sigurd Dragonslayer.
Strike!
Strike! Strike!
Are you scared?
You and I shall ride side by side, Sigurd.
The blood feud, Sigurd.
The blood feud!
Edda! My sword.
Drink this, Sigurd.
Edda...
is my mother.
Your father, Jarl Håkon...
is my father too.
Your father?
As a baby I was placed in the woods for the wolves.
I'm not born in wedlock as you, Sigurd.
You... are my... sister.
The Jarl...
your father... and my father.
We are bonded, you and I, Sigurd.
Now you are the bearer of this sword, Sigurd.
Bestow glory upon your family name with it.
You are Jarl from now on, Sigurd.
May Tor and Oden give you strength and generosity, Sigurd...
Dragonslayer.
Sigurd, Orm Viking intends to proclaim himself as the new Jarl.
They all believe you were killed in the battle.
But you are the new Jarl, Sigurd!
Prevent Orm Viking's evil scheme!
Come! You shall be by my side.
Death to the dragon!
Sigurd Dragonslayer,
the last son of Jarl Håkon,
is dead;
killed by the Illugers!
I, Orm Viking, will be the new Jarl.
Everybody must give his oath of allegiance... to me!
So, you display a naked sword against your own Jarl, Orm Viking!
Well, Orm, you told us that Sigurd was killed by the Illugers!
Hand over the sword, Orm!
Mother!
She stays at Jarl Hall!
Edda!
- My girl! - Mother!
- Sigurd. - The Illugers!
Wait!
Sister!
Free the Illuger!