The Long Ships
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:18:11
They play like children.
:18:13
In my day, they were real Vikings.
:18:16
The days of the long ships
and the tall men.

:18:19
Now they are merely
potbellied swillers of ale! No!

:18:24
That's right, my liege,
times have changed.

:18:40
More ale, wench.
:18:43
There's no more ale!
What will we do?

:18:46
- There isn't any more!
- They're screaming for ale!

:18:49
Rhykka!
:18:54
Rhykka!
:18:55
- Go back to your cooking fires.
- There's no more ale. We're finished.

:19:00
- Speak for yourself.
- They haven't made the bargain yet.

:19:03
Well, go and get the reserve barrels!
:19:11
There is no more ale!
:19:18
Get out! Stop it! Get out!
:19:21
You seem to be running out of ale.
:19:25
More ale, my girl! Quickly.
:19:29
Orm, my boy, see what's
holding up the ale.

:19:32
- That's enough! Get out!
- Vahlin, we need more ale.

:19:35
- No more credit.
- We must have more.

:19:38
- Money.
- We'll pay, I swear.

:19:40
- No money, no ale.
- You miserable goat!

:19:45
What is this?
Get some more ale in there.

:19:48
Go on, tell him.
:19:50
A man has to look to his own.
No payment, no ale.

:19:53
You dare stand there
before your lawful thane and...

:19:58
- How much?
- Twelve gold pieces.


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