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King Rurik stands up from his throne and looks in despice at the Viking: - You fools! You mites!
You have travelled to my court all this way. You have left your homes so far behind that you will
not see your children grow up. You will not be there to support your elderly when they fall ill and
as they are burried. You are on the very path to a grimsome destruction.
We do, indeed, have treasures in Novgorod!
King Rurik takes out a chest from under his seat. He opens the lid and throws a great number of coins,
rings, golden swordsmens´ bracelets, shiny stones, jewelry, strings of pearls, goblets and silver plates.
The Vikings, blinded by the riches that they have dreamt of so long, jump up and hit the floor like wrestlers
stuffing their pockets. Their eyes gleaming in greed they forget the reality and are like a herd of wild bore.
Quietly, from the shadows of these halls, the guards of king Rurik move behind them and place their lances
touching the backs of the Vikings.
Awakened by the rude reality, the Vikings stop whatever they are doing and only can surrender.
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