Who is he? Where?
Which one? That guy?
For Lost Love
Oh, him? The one lying facedown on the table?
That's right. That youngster.
Okay, okay. I see.
He looks like someone who'd do that.
He's the guy who lost to a pig.
Guys like him really do exist.
I'm amazed he had the balls to say he wanted to join the king's guard.
So, what did you want?
All we have to do is tell him he's been rejected?
That's right. All you need to do is convey the message.
Fine, I guess.
Aw, damn.
I'm not sure I can keep myself from doing more.
You want to mock him?
I mean, just look at his stupid face.
Go on. I'll buy you drinks later.
Okay.
Quit laughing so much.
Yeah, but...
You lot look just as stupid as he does.
Olmar?
Olmar, do you have a minute?
My name is Brodd.
I'm a member of the king's guard.
And?
I've brought a message from Wulf, captain of His Majesty's guard.
You're here to tell me I've been rejected.
Now, now. I'm here on a job.
Allow me to deliver my message.
Olmar, regarding your request to join the king's guard,
the captain spoke highly of your determination
to offer your life in service of His Majesty.
However, upon seeing your skill with a sword,
he remarked that your skills "need improvement."
Therefore, we regret to inform you that...
Regret to inform you that...
Th-There's nothing regrettable about it. You lost to a pig!
Don't say that.
I-I can't breathe.
I heard... I heard you couldn't even cut a pig.
Why not? Was the pig wearing chain mail? A hauberk perhaps?
Oh, but on a pig, I guess you'd call it a hogberk.
Forgive me. I shouldn't laugh.
He failed to get a job.
Do you guys know anyone who's hiring?
Come to think of it, the castle was looking for a new cook.
That won't work. He can't chop up pigs!
I'm dying!
A warrior answers insults with his sword!
Draw your weapon!
But you couldn't even cut a pig.
I'm dying! I'm gonna die laughing!
Whoa!
What's your problem?
You'll hurt someone doing that, you weakling.
Come on, let's go.
Wait for me.
It's a fight!
There's a five-on-one happening by the stalls!
They've got swords!
Someone's gonna bleed!
Get him!
Kill him!
You've got this, young one!
I'll take him on myself.
We'd dishonor ourselves as warriors if we ganged up on a guy who can't even cut a pig.
You'd better not lose.
Look at you, all excited to fight.
I'll help you train, Olmar.
Come on, stand up. You can do it.
He's as pathetic as I was told.
Stand up, Olmar.
Don't lie on the ground during a duel.
Thorgil...
Thorgil, they... they humiliated me.
I know. I can see that.
Get back on your feet and kill him.
Stand up.
Stand up, Olmar!
Th-Thorgil, I...
Listen to me, Olmar.
There are only two options for a warrior who has been insulted.
Kill or die.
If you can't kill him, then you'll die here.
I won't allow you to go on living without addressing this insult.
Fight and become a man.
Today is the day.
Thor...
Go on.
What the hell was that?
Imagine it, Olmar.
Imagine the moment you cut off your enemy's head.
Y-Yeah...
Let me hear you. Say it from your stomach.
Yeah.
Louder.
Yeah!
Imagine it.
Imagine your enemy crying with remorse in a pool of blood with his guts strewn about him.
Yeah!
Show some spirit, Olmar!
Yeah!
Kill the bastard! Kill him!
Yeah!
Go!
Uh-oh. Provoke him, and all of a sudden, he's raring to go.
The time for practice is over.
Seriously?
Hey!
You bastard!
Don't let him escape alive.
We'll reclaim our honor here and now.
Yeah.
Well done, Olmar. That's my little brother.
Leave the rest to me.
He's dead...
Did I kill him?
I killed a man...
So it was his eye.
It was damaged by a rock or something.
Olmar! Thorgil!
Move. Get out of the way.
Wh-Wh-What is this?
What happened?
Y-You...
Calm down, Dad.
Calm down? You want me to calm down?
You... You killed the king's men!
What are you going to do about this?
We did nothing wrong.
What?
Olmar was insulted, so he fought a duel.
He defended his honor.
But...
There were five of them.
No one could object to me joining the fight.
You're his father. You should be praising him.
Duels are forbidden by law!
Nobody cares about that law.
They had swords. They must've known insulting him would be costly.
They knew that, and insulted him regardless.
The churls deserved to die.
Move. Clear the way.
Hey, what's going on?
It's... It's the guards.
We did nothing wrong. Duels happen all the time.
Normally we wouldn't be punished.
Who dared to start a commotion just outside His Majesty's castle?
Step forward and present yourselves.
What's going on here? Olmar is alive.
Ketil's here, too. Who's the other one?
I don't know. Probably a family member.
I am Thorgil, son of Ketil, member of the king's guard.
This is my father, Ketil, and my younger brother, Olmar.
This was a fair duel.
We have done nothing wrong.
Silence. The king has forbidden duels.
You've disrespected the king. You're all under arrest.
I-I knew it.
See? I told you so, Thorgil!
Come on, hands behind your back.
Stop resisting.
W-W-Wait a minute. I didn't—
Hand over your sword and put your hands behind your back.
Hey, are you deaf?
What?
You... You asshole!
Bastard!
H-Have you actually lost your mind this time, Thorgil?
It's over. There's no coming back from this.
There's something I want to ask you.
I'm not a patient man. Be careful how you answer my question.
If you tell me, I'll spare your life.
Why did you allow Olmar to win?
What?
They... let me win?
Tell me.
I-I don't know—
You should heed people's warnings.
Tell me. Why did you set up Olmar?
To... To arrest Ketil.
We had Olmar kill the king's men so Ketil would be held responsible
for his son's disrespect to the king.
Wh-What did I do to deserve that?
I-I simply followed Captain Wulf's orders.
Please, let me tend to my wounds.
The blood... It won't stop!
It's over. King Canute has set his sights on us.
No, Dad.
Thorgil...
This is the beginning.
Our enemy is strong.
I see. So Ketil's family escaped.
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
I sent men to secure their ships and lodgings, but they haven't been found.
We're currently searching for them.
It's my fault that we failed to capture Thorgil.
He sounds like a skilled warrior.
Yes. He was a good subordinate.
It doesn't affect our plans.
We have our excuse to punish them.
As planned, we'll head to Ketil's farm.
If Ketil isn't there, then that's fine.
If he is and resists us, then we'll simply overwhelm him.
Yes, Your Majesty. I'll mobilize 32 of your guard.
With 70 of Floki's Jomsvikings, we'll have 102 men altogether.
That should be enough. When will Floki arrive?
Within three days, from Jomsborg.
Then we'll leave at dawn three days from now.
Leave me.
Yes, Your Majesty.
What are you laughing about, King Sweyn?
Don't be so angry.
Why shouldn't a father be pleased his son is beginning to resemble himself?
Keep going.
You'll need to pile up plenty of bodies to reach the top.
All right, gentlemen. You can come out now.
These barrels reek of salt.
You saved us, Leif. I appreciate your kindness.
This isn't an act of kindness. It's a deal.
Don't forget the promise you made me.
I wouldn't smuggle criminals out of mere kindness.
Boy, that stinks.
Do you have any idea how difficult it was to convince my men?
Don't worry. A warrior never goes back on his word.
Ketil's farm will buy all your cargo for triple its value.
Don't forget about Thorfinn, too.
Of course. You can have the slave, too.
Right, Dad?
Dad, you can come out now.
Shut up!
Don't talk to me. Leave me alone.
He's in a bad mood.
Don't forget our promise.
All right. That's enough for today.
Yeah.
Good work today.
What's the matter, Thorfinn?
Is the sunset that captivating?
No...
Mock me if you wish.
Curse me if you must.
I do all of this to create my utopia.
All for lost love.
Dark Clouds
"Dark Clouds."