The Littlest Viking (Sigurd Drakedreper)

This very night, five years ago,

the Illugers attacked the Jarl Hall.

As wild beasts they came out of the darkness...

the Illugers...

They slay 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, lit 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 loosly 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 grow 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 it's 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.

I reckon these gifts will surly 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 thing 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 thing.

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.

Defend yourself, boy!

Defend yourself!

Defend yourself!

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 thing 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 thing.

- 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 thing. - 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!

Sven!

So you clear out!

Give me strength, Odin!

Give me strength!

< "Black night sun and moon alike."

What do you want...? Witch!

Take some.

Blackberries.

Do take some more.

You're almost always alone.

You have bewitched them!

This way, Sigurd.