you don't still believe in all that valhalla stuff, do you?
sh.  there.  it's all fantasy, there's no dragon of the north sea, no edge of the world.
where? the vikings all gaze up above them in awe. harald looks from one to the other and then tries to follow their eyelines. he clearly can't see it. magic music fills the air. suddenly the "sun" swoops off to one side and starts swaying from one side to another.
what are you looking at?
what is it?
ah! that's why i can't see it. as the dragon of the north sea rises up again, however, its jaw apparently drops off and falls to the deck, and lands on snorri.
let's sing something!
isn't there anybody who'd like to be christened before we go down? silence. a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
i do wish you'd let me convert you. then erik pauses in his attempt to kill thorfinn and looks around. the ship has sunk, but the prow and the stern posts are still sticking up out of the water, and the vikings themselves are only up to their chests.
there, my child.  it's at times like this that this book can be a great help.  erik shoos him away.
right! golden dragon spins alone in the wide ocean. fade. fade up some time later. they are all gathered in front of the horn resounding.
where?
up where? harald look round quizzically at the others. it is clear that he can see nothing.
who is he talking to?
i want to go home.  oooh! suddenly golden dragon, the horn resounding and harald missionary shoot up into the air and disappear from sight. cut back to the pit of hel. the vikings are looking down as they fall - they are still scared but gradually start laughing.  laughing as they fall down and down and down until they fall out of sight. we are left with a blackness and just the white disc of the mouth of the pit of hel above, until the disc changes magically into the moon. there is a series of splashes. the note begins to fade and the camera slowly pans down to reveal the vikings all fallen into the duck pond back at ravensfjord. they are laughing and whooping and splashing each other.