The Northman

Amleth: He's here... He's here! Amleth: Mother! Father is here! Queen Gudrún: Never enter my Chambers without invitation! Royal Servant: The King is here, my lady! Queen Gudrún: [referring to Amleth] Come. Amleth: Odin's brought him home! King Aurvandill: Onward brother! Peasants: Hail King Aurvandill! Hail! King Aurvandill: Like a battle dog returning to its master, I have come to be feted by my Queen. Queen Gudrún: Ever are we bound, my Lord. King Aurvandill: Prince Amleth, you have grown too old to be greeted as a child. Prince Amleth: [Bows] Hail, Lord King. King Aurvandill: But, a father never grows too old for a good smothering! [Picks up Prince Amleth and hugs him for a short moment]Oh, how I've missed you, my son! Queen Gudrún: Will your brother not grace us with his presence? King Aurvandill: Think not of Fjölnir, he will soon be with us. King Aurvandill: [King Aurvandill hands over a necklace to young Prine Amleth] This was destined for this Prince. Wear it always with my lov

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