13th Warrior quotes

17 total quotes

View Quote Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Ahmed is given a Viking sword] I cannot lift this.
Herger the Joyous: Grow stronger!

View Quote Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Olga inspects his wound] Ow!
Olga: That's a woman's sound.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Do that again and you'll make it.
Olga: You'll live.

View Quote Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Olga is cleaning his wound] Ow!
Olga: You complain much.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: (more 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. [Ahmed relents and lets her put it on]

View Quote Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Have we anything resembling a plan?
Herger the Joyous: Mm-hm. Ride till we find them... and kill them all.

View Quote Buliwyf: 'Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see--
Herger the Joyous: --my mother, and my sisters...
Buliwyf: and my brothers.
Herger the Joyous: 'Lo, there do I see the line--
Edgtho the Silent: --of my people, 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.

View Quote Buliwyf: [weakened by poison] You're wearing that long face for me?
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [small smile] I cannot help it.

View Quote 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.
[Olga looks meaningfully at Ahmed, who already understands what Buliwyf is asking.]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Such a man might be thought wealthy indeed.

View Quote Buliwyf: You can draw sounds?
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: "Draw sounds"? [realizing] Yes, I can draw sounds... and I can speak them back.
Buliwyf: Show me.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [writing in the dirt] "There is only one God, and Mohammad is his prophet".
[later, as Buliwyf and Ahmed land on a beach]
Buliwyf: Arab! Speak what I draw! [writes in the sand]
[Ahmed looks at what Buliwyf has written and comprehends what he is after]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: "There is only one God, and Mohammad [corrects Buliwyf's writing] is his prophet.
[Buliwyf nods and walks off.]

View Quote Herger the Joyous: We shall make prayers for your safe passage!
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Prayers to who?
Herger the Joyous: In your land, one God is perhaps enough, but we have need of many! I will pray to all of them for you! Do not be offended!
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I will be in your debt!
Herger the Joyous: Good bye, Arab!
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Good bye, Northman.

View Quote Skeld the Superstitious: Blowhards, the both of you. She probably was some smoke-colored camp girl. [points to Ahmed] Looked like that one's mother. [laughter]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [calmly] 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.
[Skeld charges at Ahmed, but Herger stops him and confronts the Arab.]
Herger the Joyous: How? How did you learn our language?
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I listened!

View Quote Wigliff - Kings 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.

View Quote [Ahmed Ibn Fadlan reforges his Norse longsword into the more familiar scimitar.]
Weath the Musician: Give an Arab a sword, he makes a knife!
Ahmed Ibn Fadlan: [chops a stake with a single stroke] It works.
[Ahmed Ibn Fadlan displays a skillful handling of the blade, throwing it in the air, catching it and pointing it at Weath's throat.]
Weath the Musician: [Not even blinking] When you die, can I give that to me daughter?

View Quote [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. [Herger makes a head-smacking gesture]
Buliwyf: As you say, foolish. And expensive. We will miss Angus tonight; we will miss his sword.

View Quote [Herger proffers a drinking horn containing mead.]
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I cannot...taste neither the fermentation of grape nor of wheat. [Herger laughs] What? Why do you laugh?
Herger the Joyous: [still laughing] Honey... It's made from honey!

View Quote [The Viking band is seemingly trapped in the Wendol caves.]
Buliwyf: [observing more Wendol warriors arriving] A hard fight to get clear of here...