The 13th Warrior


Buliwyf: ‘Lo, there do I see my father. ‘Lo, there do I see…
Herger the Joyous: My mother, and my sisters, and my brothers.
Buliwyf: ‘Lo, there do I see…
Herger the Joyous: The line of my people…
Edgtho the Silent: Back to the beginning.
Weath the Musician: ‘Lo, they do call to me.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: They bid me take my place among them.
Buliwyf: Iin the halls of Valhalla…
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Where the brave…
Herger the Joyous: May live…
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: …forever.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Merciful Father, I have squandered my days with plans of many things. This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only to live the next few minutes well. For all we ought to have thought, and have not thought; all we ought to have said, and have not said; all we ought to have done, and have not done; I pray thee God for forgiveness.

Redhead: Watch where you throw that… you dig like a dog.
Herger the Joyous: Did you call me a dog?
Redhead: I said you dig like one. Flinging earth carelessly like an animal.
Herger the Joyous: So, now I’m an animal?
Redhead: You’re not listening.
Herger the Joyous: I’m deaf?
Redhead: You’re a fool little man.
Herger the Joyous: That is because, boy, your words are feeble and twisted as an old woman!
Redhead: This old woman’ll send you to the next world old man.

Herger the Joyous: The Father wove the skein of your life a long time ago. Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won’t live one instant longer. Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing.

Buliwyf: I have only these hands. I will die a pauper.
King Hrothgar: You will be buried as a king.
Buliwyf: A man might be thought wealthy if someone were to draw the story of his deeds, that they may be remembered.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Such a man might be thought wealthy indeed.