The 13th Warrior Quotes
A man, having fallen in love with the wrong woman, is sent by the sultan himself on a diplomatic mission to a distant land as an ambassador. Stopping at a Viking village port to restock on supplies, he finds himself unwittingly embroiled on a quest to banish a mysterious threat in a distant Viking land.
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.
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.
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: 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.
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]
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]
Angus: Watch where you throw that... you dig like a dog.
Herger the Joyous: Did you call me a dog?
Angus: I said you dig like one. Flinging earth carelessly like an animal.
Herger the Joyous: So, now I'm an animal?
Angus: You're not listening.
Herger the Joyous: I'm deaf?
Angus: You're a fool, little man.
Herger the Joyous: That is because, boy, your words are feeble and twisted as an old woman!
Angus: This old woman'll send you to the next world, old man.
Herger the Joyous: Did you call me a dog?
Angus: I said you dig like one. Flinging earth carelessly like an animal.
Herger the Joyous: So, now I'm an animal?
Angus: You're not listening.
Herger the Joyous: I'm deaf?
Angus: You're a fool, little man.
Herger the Joyous: That is because, boy, your words are feeble and twisted as an old woman!
Angus: This old woman'll send you to the next world, old man.
[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.
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.
[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!
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!
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?
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: [as Olga is cleaning his wound] Ow!
Olga: You complain much.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [quietly] Ow.
[she applies a swab of ammonia]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: What is that?
Olga: Cow urine.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Cow urine?
Olga: Boiled down.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: No, no. Don't put that filth on me. Water, clean water.
Olga: As you wish. Tomorrow the pus will run, and you'll have a fever.
[he lets her put it on]
Olga: You complain much.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [quietly] Ow.
[she applies a swab of ammonia]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: What is that?
Olga: Cow urine.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Cow urine?
Olga: Boiled down.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: No, no. Don't put that filth on me. Water, clean water.
Olga: As you wish. Tomorrow the pus will run, and you'll have a fever.
[he lets her put it on]
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.
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: 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.
Rethel the Archer: [the warriors ride through the camp and observe the structure] No wall. No moat. Not even a presentable fence.
Helfdane the Fat: You couldn't keep a cow out of this place.
Hyglak the Quarrelsome: [Observing the inhabitants] Women and children. Barely a man between fifteen and fifty.
Helfdane the Fat: You couldn't keep a cow out of this place.
Hyglak the Quarrelsome: [Observing the inhabitants] Women and children. Barely a man between fifteen and fifty.
