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: Did you kill her? Beowulf
: Would you like to hear the story of my struggle against this monstrous hag? King Hrothgar
: She's no hag, Beowulf. We both know that. But answer me, did you kill her? Beowulf
: Would I have been able to escape her, had I not? King Hrothgar
: Grendel is dead. That's all that matter to me. He can bother me no more. The mother, the hag... She's not my curse, not anymore. Not anymore.
: I am Ripper... Tearer... Slasher... Gouger. I am the Teeth in the Darkness, the Talons in the Night. Mine is Strength... and Lust... and Power! I AM BEOWULF!
: What do you know of me... Demon?
: They say you have a monster here. They say your lands are cursed. Soldier
: Is that what they say? Wiglaf
: Bards sing of Hrothgar's shame from the frozen north to the shores of Vinland. Soldier
: There's no shame to be accursed by demons. Beowulf
: I am Beowulf and I'm here to kill your monster.
: If we die... it will be for GLORY, not gold.
: Your legend is known from the high seas and the snow barriers to the Great Island Kingdom - you are the Monster Slayer. Beowulf
: We men are the monsters now. The time of heroes is dead, Wiglaf - the Christ God has killed it, leaving humankind with nothing but weeping martyrs, fear, and shame.
: The sea is my mother! She would never take me back to her murky womb!
: Keep a memory of me, not as a king or a hero; but as a man: fallible and flawed.
: It's no Earthly storm, that much is for sure. But this demon's tempest will not hold us out if we really want in!
: [to Frisian
] In a way you can't kill me, my friend, 'cause I died many, many years ago when I was young.
: [holding on to the dragon's back with his sword
] I'll have your lizard head on a spike!
: Give him a gold piece and send him home. He has a story to tell.
: [referring to the Royal Dragon Horn, but looking at his Queen
] I wonder how many men have died for love of her beauty. Beowulf
: Can you blame them? King Hrothgar
: If you destroy my Grendel for me, she'll be yours forever and ever and ever. Beowulf
: [takes the horn in his hands
] You do me great honor. Wealthow
: [asuming they are talking about her
] It is we who are honored.
: How many monsters must I slay? Grendel's mother, father, Grende's uncle? Must I hack down a whole family tree of demons? King Hrothgar
: She is the last of them. Whith her gone, demonkind will slip back into the darkness from whence it came. Wiglaf
: And where it belongs. Beowulf
: And the mother's mate? Where is Grendel's father? King Hrothgar
: Grendel's father can do no harm to man.
: You want your name in The Song of Beowulf? You think it sould end with me killed by some Frisian raider with no name? Frisian Leader
: I'm Finn of Frisia and my name shall be remembered forever! Beowulf
: Only if you kill me. Otherwise you're nothing.
: Let's get you to a healer. Beowulf
: Not this time, old friend. Wiglaf
: You are Beowulf. A little thing like this isn't going to finish you off.
: This is not battle, Wiglaf. This is slaughter. Wiglaf
: The Frisians want to make themselves heroes, my lord. They want the bards to sing of their deeds. Beowulf
: It's going to be a short song.
: Great friend, There is something you should know. Wiglaf
: Nay! There is nothing I should know. You are Beowulf. Beowulf the mighty, the hero! The slayer and destroyer of demons! Now let us kill this flying devil where it sleeps and get on with our bloody lives!
: [to Wealthrow
] I haven't drunk anything yet, but I will kill your monster.
: Unferth, son of Ecglaf. I know who you are. They say you killed both your brothers when you witnessed them having knowledge of your mother.
[Unferth pulls a knife, Beowulf holds his arm
: I have another true thing to tell you, Unferth Kin-Slayer.
[Unferth drops the weapon, Beowulf holds other arm
: If your strength and heart was as strong and fierce as your words Grendel would not feel free to murder and gorge on your people without fear of retaliation. Tonight will be different! Tonight he will find Geats waiting for him, not frightened sheep
[throws Unferth to the ground and points at him
: like you.
: And you mighty Wiglaf, are you still with me? Wiglaf
: To the end.
: I see you brought me treasure. Beowulf
: [to Grendel's Mother
] Show yourself! What are you?
: Why not take that girl, and live out your remaining years in peace? Let some young hero save us. Wealthow
: And let the nightmare begin anew? No. I visited this horror upon my kingdom. I must be the one to finish her. Wealthow
: "Her..." Was she beautiful, Beowulf? A beauty so costly. Beowulf
: Beautiful, and full of fine promises. I was weak. I am sorry. So, so sorry. I have always loved you, my Queen. Wealthow
: And I you.
: Beowulf... I was wrong to doubt you before, and I shall not again. Yours is the blood of courage. I bet your forgiveness. Beowulf
: Granted. Unferth
: Cain. Cain! Take my sword. It belonged to my father's father. It's called 'Hrunting'. Beowulf
: The sword is no match for demon magic. Unferth
: I'm sorry I ever doubted you. Beowulf
: No, I'm sorry I mentioned you murdered your brothers. They were hasty words. Unferth, I may not return. Your ancestral sword may be lost with me. Unferth
: As long as it is with you, it will never be lost.
: Take your damn horn. Leave my land in peace. Grendel's Mother
: Too late oh great one.
: You think you're the first to try to kill me?
: I know that underneath your glamor you're as much a monster as my son, Grendel. Beowulf
: My glamor! Grendel's Mother
: One needs glamor to become a king.
: We shall fight as equals and fate shall decide.
: Heave! Heave! Heave! Heave! Beowulf. Hold fast. Beowulf
: No. Soldier
: Who are you? From your dress, you are warriors. Speak! Why should I not run you though right now? Beowulf
: We are Geats. I am Beowulf, son of Edgethow. We come seeking your Prince Hrothgar in friendship.
: A man like you could own the greatest tale ever sung. Your story would live on when everything now alive is dust. Beowulf... It has been a long time since a man has come to visit me. Beowulf
: I need no sword to kill you. Grendel's Mother
: Of course you don't my love. You took a song from me. Give me a son, brave thane. Stay with me. Love me... Love me... and I shall weave you riches... beyond imagination. I shall make you the greatest king that ever lived. As long as you hold me in your heart... and this golden horn remains in my keeping... You will forever be King. Forever strong, might... and all-powerful. This I promise. This... I swear...
[as Beowulf prepares to face the dragon
] Don't go, my Lord! Stay with me, please, I beg you! Beowulf
: Forget about me. Find a good man, and bear him fine children, but bear him a son. Ursula
: I don't want another man! I want you! Beowulf
: I am not the man you believe me to be... Ursula
: You are a hero! You are a great man! This I know to be true! Beowulf
] Then you are as foolish as the rest of them!
[Ursula runs out, sobbing
] Sleep, Grendel.
: I'm Beowulf.
: Leave here troll, or stay and meet your doom!
: Has this thing, this troll, killed any children? King Hrothgar
: No. Beowulf
[Hrothgar shakes his head
: Old men? King Hrothgar
: What are you saying? That he fights with a clean heart? He kills the strongest first. He shows us he can kill the strongest. Who cares if he spares the children? They'll die anyway without fathers. Beowulf
: My wits still war with how this all began. King Hrothgar
: Hate for the mead hall. I can only guess. The night we finished it the foul creep came. Beowulf
: So, nothing was done to the troll itself? King Hrothgar
: Oh, Beowulf, it's a fucking troll! Maybe someone looked at it the wrong way. Beowulf
: Some Dane? King Hrothgar
: ...I never begged anyone to come here. Take on our fight. I don't hold you here. Beowulf
: I know you don't. King Hrothgar
: Then don't sour my heart with talk about why a troll does what a fucking troll does!
Brendan the Celt
: Wise king, you must know of the name of Clovis. King Hrothgar
: The Frank? Brendan the Celt
: The Frank. Yes, yes, the Frank. The Christian sword of a land ten times what the Danes hold dear. Beowulf
: He's dead. Brendan the Celt
: Yes, ten years now. But not before he saw God's grace. The Visigoths of Aquitaine, the Romans under Syagrius, the Burgundians, Alamannians all fell before him, and all because he had God's ear. King Hrothgar
: As I recall, he also had a thousand swords, neighbors soft on wine and pork, and no ice on his rivers... Beowulf
: And no fucking trolls. King Hrothgar
: And no fucking trolls!
: The Celt says that Jesus Christ never sleeps, that he walks amongst us. Beowulf
: Oh, that's all we need, a god gone mad from lack of sleep.
: [on arriving
] I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you King Hrothgar
: Wake me? I'm a grief-crippled king half drunk in the middle of the afternoon, what is there to wake?
: You ever worry about that? Heaven? Beowulf
: I'm thinking I'll likely go where I'm sent.
: And what did he do to you? King Hrothgar
] Crossed our path. Took a fish.
: [Looking at Gabrielle
] The lady of the ring. The legend of your beauty does you no justice. Your destiny has arrived. I have come to save you. Beowulf
: Lord Erick! My lord, this is madness. You cannot penetrate the ring of fire. Only Gabrielle's soulmate can pass through the flames. All other flesh is doomed.
[He shows his burnt left hand
: I will return, Gabrielle. I promise you.
: What's the matter with your men? They look like they've seen a ghost. Wiglaf
: No, not a ghost: a legend. All these men can talk of is a chance to see you in action. To tell you the truth, I'm... Beowulf
: ...about to go and polish your blade. Is that right, Wiglaf? Wiglaf
: Fine, send me away.
: I could have done so much good for the Viking people. Beowulf
: The Xena I remember could do more good with this sword than a hundred Viking queens could ever do. And the Xena I remember could never forget what happened in that swamp, the face of Gabrielle, the most loyal friend in the world. Xena
: I remember none of these things. Beowulf
: You may not remember them, but they are inside you.
: That's what Vikings do! Fighting gives our lives meaning! Xena
: Fighting gives your lives meaning. Do you have any idea how stupid that is? Beowulf
: Yeah? Well, it didn't sound stupid when it came from you. Xena
: From me? Beowulf
: Long ago it was Xena who first taught Odin to embrace violence and bloodlust. Xena
: Well, if that is true then I know I am not this Xena.
: [to the vision of Gabrielle
] Are you a demon? Or my own mind made mad? Gabrielle
: [as a vision
] I am the truth of who you are. Our souls are united, Xena. Beowulf
: Xena? Xena, are you all right? Xena
: Yes. This Gabrielle truly loved Xena, didn't she? Beowulf
: And will till the end of time. Gabrielle saved you from what you were, as you must now save her. Beowulf
: I've heard the men talking. They say that Xena created this monster that awaits us. Beowulf
: Grinhilda. Xena
: It's true, then. Beowulf
: I have waited a long time to return this to you.
[He gives to Xena her chakram
: What's it for? Beowulf
: You'll know. When the time comes, you'll know.
: That's right. Beowulf, I'll always be indebted to you for bringing me back here. Beowulf
: Hey, I needed the best. The legends didn't lie, Xena, you are the greatest warrior I've ever known.
: Thank you. Beowulf
: I'll miss you. Gabrielle
: You have a good heart, Beowulf. If it weren't for you, I'd still be in Brunhilda's flame. Beowulf
: I think we both know Xena would have found you eventually.
: [the woman he loves, Gabrielle, has just left
] Not a word, Wiglaf... Not a word.
: I must fight the evil to keep from becoming evil.
: You were right. It was your magic that brought me here. Kyra
: And it will be my magic that brings you back.
: You don't have to be good all the time. Just when it matters.
Will the Weapons Master
: Only a fool would want to come to this damn place. Beowulf
: Unless he was already damned.
: [to Grendel
] I'm like you. I'm one of the damned.
: How big was it? What kind of armour? Was it sheilded? Was it exposed? Will
: It was...it was ugly, man.
: You should be dead. Beowulf
: Many times.
: It came in broad daylight! Beowulf
: It's tiring of the game. It wants it done.
: Then what brings you here? Beowulf
: The Darkness.
: 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.
: 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
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
] It's in the earth. Edgtho the Silent
: [Returns from scouting
] The next glen, many fires. Buliwyf
: IS THERE A CAVE?
: 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 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.
Wigliff - King's Son
: [Speaking of Buliwyf
] This gentleman has the look of a great warrior, no doubt he's very brave. But to face the Wendo, he'll need some amazing luck. Buliwyf
: Luck often enough, will save a man, if his courage hold. Wigliff - King's Son
: That maybe, but wait for the Wendo one night's time, and then talk to us of courage. Buliwyf
: I thank the lord for his advice, though I don't recall hearing any exploits of his apart from killing his brothers.
[Buliwyf is dying slowly of poison
: You're wearing that long face for me? Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan
: [small smile
] I cannot help it.
: [Brunnhilda tells Gabrielle the story of Xena; a flashback of a younger Xena riding slowly through the woods is shown. Odin, the King of the Norse Gods, is heard moaning. Xena rides over to him
[She stops her horse to look at Odin. He is crucified on a tree. A raven is with him
: Hey, there. Who did you mess with? Beowulf
: No one is capable of doing this to me without my consent. Xena
: What kind of an idiot has himself crucified? Beowulf
: I don't wish to take part in the struggle of life anymore. Xena
: Why would you wanna do that? Beowulf
: I am Odin, king of the Norse Gods. It is my duty to bring peace to the Norse country. Yet as I sit in Valhalla, and watch the bitter struggle called life on this Earth, I ask, "Are we doomed to live in a constant state of endless conflict"? Xena
: Damn straight. That's what makes life so worth living! You know, every day I wake up and I feel pumped by the knowledge that there is always someone around the next corner - someone for me to challenge, to fight, and to conquer. Beowulf
: Someday... someone may conquer you. Xena
: Precisely... which is why I don't have time to waste chatting with a God who doesn't know what to do with his immortality. Beowulf
: [as Xena starts to leave with her horse
] Wait... who are you? Xena
: The name's Xena.
: You know, you can't escape the struggle, Odin. Ya gotta embrace it! Odin
] Xena brought Odin out of his despair by sharing with him her lust for life. He, in turn, made her a Valkyrie.
: Rodgar... King Hrothgar
: Hrothgar! Beowulf
: Yes, of course. You sit here prehaps. My companions, I see, have made their own arrengements and I... shall sit here: By the door, to protect you all from monsters. Priest
: God protects us from monsters! Beowulf
: Ah! Then it seems he must be falling down on the job, ey? Not to worry. I am here now, to help him out. Priest
: Heresy! Beowulf
: I always say: Never discuss religion or politics over dinner. Bad for the digestion. Priest
: If the monster claims lives it's God's will! You speak heresy! Beowulf
: Heresy is determined by which end of the sword you're at. Now don't be boring or I might have to sort a few of you out. Beowulf is good at that, sorting out the trouble makers.
: A powerful spirit will overcome any obstacle.
: I am Beowulf!