Thor the Conqueror (Thor il conquistatore)

It was written in the stars

and in the dust of the dead, that from

the seed of Gant the annihilator would come

the greatest of all chieftain's, Thor the conqueror,

the favorite of the God Taesha.

This is the place of the sacred stone of Taesha,

where are born the sons of chiefs, and where

shall be brought forth Thor son of Gant the annihilator.

I, Etna, with the fire of the spirit of the dead,

purify the symbol of life.

Taesha!

Thus did I save the infant Thor from Gnut

the faithful archer and this was a source

of great annoyance for Anuta, the ancient

witch who collects the eyes of the dead.

Many moons times 10 have passed.

The earth has changed.

The giants of the long-nose no longer prowl their jungle.

Often and often the sun makes thicken the land

and the earth becomes the cosmic mother.

And here is Thor, he who is destined

to be the greatest chief of all.

I have raised him as if he were my own son.

I taught Thor combat and to follow the path of right.

And to be cunning.

The only thing I have not taught him is my magic.

It is all I have left to keep his respect.

At least a little.

By now he is too big and strong for me.

Oh.

Etna is old.

Aye, it is fish heads, take no offense.

I must face it, it is my time to depart.

Time to die.

They will eat their flesh, and drink their warm blood.

What's that?

A female.

Female?

What's a female?

No!

Come.

No, Thor, she's not something to eat.

Make her lie down and play with her.

What else is she good for?

The female is stupid.

Have your way with her.

Take her, she's yours.

Don't treat the woman so gently.

The female has to obey her master.

It is proven.

She must fulfill you and bear the fruit

that is called children.

This mare thinks you're perfect for her.

Just like Eve holding the apple.

And now, Thor, you've known a woman

and killed a man.

Your reign is about to start, and mine

has almost come full circle.

Tomorrow is the holy day of Taesha, our God.

You've got to go, Thor.

No, Thor stay right here.

Thor has food and now Thor has female.

Taesha!

Taesha has commanded you.

He speaks to you through me.

You have to go, Thor, and unearth the blade

of your father and the seed of gold.

The fruit that springs from the earth again

after the snow.

I shall watch over you, in the name of Taesha,

the god to whom you owe your life.

Thor goes, Taesha.

Mother death is also life.

I'm too old and tired to go with you, Thor.

But my spirit will be in the wind.

Taesha!

The warriors virgins?

They are here.

This is their territory.

Thor should battle the queen?

If you can get by her hand maidens.

Yes, you must fight the queen.

It is mine, female.

In a world of a man, you will live.

Thor, you'll remember that.

All this land belongs to its conqueror.

To Thor, your king.

By the sacred order of Taesha and you will

bear the fruit called children.

You, wait here.

May the trees bear fruit,

may the fat animals return.

Oh, protector of the seed of gold, accept our sacrifice.

May the flame and the blood purify the earth

and render it fertile.

Taesha, my savior as an infant,

I failed in my sacred mission.

Forgive me, Taesha.

What are you waiting for?

Aren't you going to kill me?

The golden seed of life.

It's the magic of the earth.

No.

Don't touch it.

Only the spirits can.

No, the seed belongs to men, to humans.

Taesha orders it.

Come.

Make fire.

Stop it.

Thus invincible Thor succumbs to Ina,

to the pleasures of connubial bliss.

And while he's making love to Ina,

the moon shines on the seed and

Jupiter lies possessing Taesha.

The lovers resume their journey.

They must now traverse the territory of the great buffalo.

Thor comes in peace.

Now the long journey is almost over.

Thor and the faithful Ina are about to enter

the land of the unknown.

In the sands, next to the great water, the lord

Taesha has hidden the destiny of the young Thor.

I told Thor what it was but he did not understand.

Or perhaps he did not believe it.

Ina is expecting the fruit of their love.

She is a female, strong and intelligent.

A son in her belly.

A woman's magic.

But there is coming the fateful archer Gnut,

the enemy of Thor

It is Thor, sayeth the spirits of the earth,

the sky, the water, and those that creep in

the underworld.

Taesha has spoken to us.

I want you to go to Thor.

Tell him to come to our village in peace.

Your wish is my command, father.

You come.

Yes?

Bring.

We welcome and pay homage to you, and I,

as village elder, declare that from this time on,

you are the chief of chiefs.

Thor leads none but the bravest of warriors.

Yours is a people of feminine men.

I am an old man and have seen many things in my life,