[Rook]

{Don't care what some people say, I love this movie. heh heh}

Herger the Joyous: [Speaks Greek]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: What did he say?
Melchisidek: "Hurry to meet Death before your place is taken."
[Fahdlan rides off]
Melchisidek: We will remember you. Go with God.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Whimpers, looks skyward] You listening?

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Skeld the Superstitious: Blow-hards the both of you. She probably was some smoke-colored camp girl. Looked like that one's mother.
[laughter]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: My mother was a pure woman from a noble family. And I, at least, know who my father is, you pig-eating son of a whore!
Herger the Joyous: Where did you learn our language?
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I listened!

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[Ahmad Ibn Fahdlan shows off his new scimitar, whittled down from a Viking claymore sword.]

Skeld the Superstitious: [Skeld shrugs] He insisted.
Weath the Musician: Give an Arab a sword, he makes a knife.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Ahmad cuts through a thick wooden pole in one chop]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: It works.
[He tosses it into the air, twirls it around, then holds the blade to Weath's neck]
Weath the Musician: When you die, can I give that to me daughter? [snickering]

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[Olga inspects Ibn's wound]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Ow!
Olga: That's a woman's sound.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Do that again and you'll make it.

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{I still mumble this one to myself @ Loved ones funeral...corny, but comforting}

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.

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