The 13th Warrior (1999)

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 : In 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.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : How can you sleep at a time like this?

Herger the Joyous : The All-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.

Herger the Joyous : Where did you learn our language?

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : I listened!

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.

Herger the Joyous : When they come, we form a circle in 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 : [given a Viking sword] I cannot lift this.

Herger the Joyous : Grow stronger.

[Herger kills one of the Prince's henchmen in a sham duel]

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : You, you could have killed him at will.

Herger the Joyous : Yes?

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : Well, why the deception?

Herger the Joyous : Deception is the point! Any fool can calculate strength. That one has been doing it since we arrived. Now he has to calculate what he can't see.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : And fear... what he doesn't know.

Buliwyf : As you say, foolish. And expensive. We will miss Angus tonight, we will miss his sword.

Skeld the Superstitious : [Ahmad Ibn Fahdlan shows off his new scimitar, whittled down from a Viking sword; Skeld shrugs] He insisted.

Weath the Musician : Give an Arab a sword, he makes a knife.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : [cuts through a thick wooden pole in one chop] 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 my daughter?

[laughter]

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 : We shall pray for your safe return!

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : Pray to whom?

Herger the Joyous : In your land one God may be enough, but here we have need of many. I will pray to all of them for you. Do not be offended!

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : I'll be in your debt!

[they wave goodbye]

Herger the Joyous : Goodbye, Arab!

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : Goodbye, Northman.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : [Herger speaks Greek] What did he say?

Melchisidek : Hurry to meet Death before your place is taken.

Melchisidek : [as Ahmed rides off] We will remember you. Go with God.

Melchisidek : [looks skyward] You listening?

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : They think they are bears... they want us to think they are bears... Hey, how do you hunt a bear?

Weath the Musician : Chase it down with dogs. What...?

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : How do you hunt a bear in winter?

Herger the Joyous : Go in its cave with spears.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : Where is a cave?

Weath the Musician : [realizing] It's in the earth.

Edgtho the Silent : [Returns from scouting] The next glen, many fires.

Buliwyf : IS THERE A CAVE?

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : [rides out to the watchtower, and finds it empty] EDGTHO? EDGTHO?

Edgtho the Silent : [from a nearby tree] Stifle your racket, I hear you.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : Thought to find you in the tower.

Edgtho the Silent : Yeah. Why I'm not in it.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : [as Herger offers a mead horn] I can 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!

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.

[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.

[after the Oracle cast the bones and picks out the thirteenth]

Melchisidek : She says the thirteenth warrior must be no North man.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : What the hell are you saying?

Melchisidek : The thirteenth warrior... is you.

[after the battle is over, Ahmed sleeps with Olga]

Herger the Joyous : Did she finish you off or bring you back to life?

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : A gentleman doesn't discuss such things.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : [narrating] I am Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan, Ib Al Abbas, Ibn Rasid, Ibn Hammad. And things were not always thus. At one time, I was a poet in the greatest city in the world. Life was easy and I lived without care. Until one fateful day, I met a beautiful woman who belonged to another man. Her jealous husband complained to the Caliph who made me the ambassador to the land of the Tossuk Vlad - a country far to the north. I was banished from my home and from all that I knew. So, I journeyed by camelback many months into the lands of barbarian peoples - accompanied by Melchisidek, an old friend of my father - through the lands of the Ogus, the Khazars and the Bulgars, into the lands of murderous bandits, called "Tartars", who attack caravans, slaughtering everyone.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : Have we anything resembling a plan?

Herger the Joyous : Mm-hm. Ride till we find them... and kill them all.

[Herger prepares for his duel with Angus]

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : What happened?

Herger the Joyous : An engineering dispute.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : You notice he's bigger than you?

Herger the Joyous : Yes.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : And younger.

Herger the Joyous : Yes.

[He bangs his shield and moves into the ring]

Herger the Joyous : Bet on him, if you like.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan : I may!