[Ahmahd is given a Viking sword] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I cannot lift this. Herger the Joyous: Grow stronger.
[To a Viking who insulted his mother] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: At least I know who my father was, you pig-eating son of a whore! Buliwyf: You can draw sounds? Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Draw sounds? Yes, I can draw sounds... and I can speak them back. Buliwyf: Show me. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Drawing in the sand] There is only one God, and Mohammad is his prophet. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I do not enjoy heights. Herger the Joyous: [Speaks Norse] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: What did he say? Melchisidek: "Hurry to meet Death before you're place is taken."
[Fahdlan rides off] Melchisidek: We will remember you. Go with God. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Looks skyward] You listening? Melchisidek: We will remember you. Go with God. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Looks skyward.] You listening? Herger the Joyous: When they come, we move to the center of the room, backs to one another. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I am not a warrior. Herger the Joyous: Very soon, you will be. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Have we anything resembling a plan? Herger the Joyous: Mm-hm. Ride till we find them... and kill them all. 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. Vikings: Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers, Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning, Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live... Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: ... forever. Herger the Joyous: How did you learn our language? Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I listened! Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [As Herger offers a mead horn] I cannot taste neither the fermentation of grape, nor of wheat.
[Herger laughs] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: What? Why do you laugh? Herger the Joyous: [laughing, and handing over the bottle] HONEY! It's made from honey! Herger the Joyous: Did you call me a dog? Redhead: I said you dig like a dog! Slinging mud everywhere like an animal. Herger the Joyous: So now I'm an animal? Redhead: You're not listening! Herger the Joyous: I'm deaf... Herger the Joyous: Fear profits a man nothing. 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: IS THERE A CAVE!
[Ahmad Ibn Fahdlan shows off his new sword] Weath the Musician: Give an Arab a sword, he makes a knife. When you die can I give that to my daughter? Melchisidek: He wants to know your name. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: My name is Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan Ibn Al Abbas Ibn Rashid Ibn Hamad. Herger the Joyous: Eben? Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: No, listen, My name is Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan. "Ibn" means "son of".
[To the others] Herger the Joyous: Eben. 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 he may be remembered. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Such a man might be thought wealthy indeed.
[Ibn has killed a 'beast'] Herger the Joyous: Don't worry, little brother... there are more!
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