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Previously on Vikings...

Harald is gone.

I make myself King.

And you will be my Queen.

I drive it into the
eye of Vigfadir.

I'm blind.

We must flush the King out

of his stronghold, and force him

to fight us at a place
of our choosing.

Scouts tell us that
the Viking army is here.

We should try to
engage it on our terms.

We should
never have left Kattegat!

Why are we dying here?
In the middle of an ocean?

King Alfred will be bound to
visit his strongholds in the south.

Wherever he goes, we'll see him.

We must evacuate here.

Although it pains me
more than I can say.

I hope you
are proud of yourself.

Leaving Wessex
without even a fight!

It is only important that
Ivar does not capture me.

Look.

We made it.

Fresh water.

Here.

And look!

I've tasted them!
They're wonderful!

I don't know
what gods brought us here.

I don't know anything anymore.

Just accept.

Torvi is right.

We must accept the
verdict of my God and yours.

And know that we were
brought here for a purpose.

Which is?

To be revealed, I would say.

We're alive.

It's enough.

For now.

Ready!

My gracious Lord King.

We are well met, Bishop Aldulf.

Let us face what we have to face,
together,

thanking God for his many
mercies and enduring love.

Amen.

My Lady,
my name is Sister Annis.

I'm here to assist you and your son,
with God's grace.

Thank you, Sister.

I've ordered some of my
best men to escort the Queen

and the young Prince to safety.

My Lord Bishop,

nothing will prevent me
remaining beside the King,

my husband,
nor sharing his dangers.

But I thank you
for your kindness.

Tell me, my Lord,
just how large is this Viking army?

My Lord?

Come. -

You should rest.

I'm fine.

You must have a great care for yourself,
husband.

Or we both know
the consequences.

You must stay strong,

in your body and in your soul.

If you feel a
weakness or weariness,

then resist it.

Resist the temptation to fall
easily into a drowsy sickness.

Stay strong.

For me.

For everyone gathered here...

and for yourself.

Do you understand?

Yes, my love.

I understand.

My friends.

Sons and daughters of Wessex.

We stand indeed at a crossroads.

But just as spring always
triumphs over winter,

so life will always
triumph over death.

We must believe that.

We know these Northmen have
a reputation as savage warriors.

But they are only human,
just like us.

- Yes.
- Cut them, and they bleed.

There is nothing under heaven to
say that we cannot vanquish them!

- Yes!
- Confronted by evil,

we do not surrender to it.

Or fear it.

- No!
- We have the one thing that the pagans do not have.

We have the risen
Christ on our side.

And with God on our side,
how is it even conceivable

that we could lose
this final battle?

So, we are at the crossroads.

We can decide to move forward,

engage the enemy,

trust in ourselves
and in our God,

or we can, fearing the worst...

agree to negotiate with him.

I have to tell you that
I no longer believe

in negotiating with the Devil!

We will travel to our
garrison at Chichester,

and with the sea at our back,
we shall fight.

It is the only way.

Wessex will never
return to the Dark Ages!

Wessex will be a beacon
for the rest of our country!

A beacon of light!

A beacon of liberty!

We shall never surrender,
whatever the cost!

That is my pledge to you!

And I will lay down my
body in the earth to fulfill it.

In this moment are all our lives

and all our history
bound up in one.

This is our moment!

This is our time!

God bless you all!
And God bless Wessex!

God bless Wessex!

King Alfred!

It's a new world.

I wonder what else
it has to show us?

Make way, make way.

I was just thinking that King
Harald may die in the battle ahead.

By whose hand, I don't know.

Do you really so much want
to be King of all Norway?

Well, wouldn't that make
me even more famous? Huh?

You see, Hvitserk...

nobody talks about
Ragnar anymore.

They've already
forgotten who he was.

That frightens me.

Yes, they talk about me.

And the Saxons talk about me.

And the Rus. And all
along the Silk Road.

But...

it's not enough.

One day, it's true, I will die.

Hopefully in battle,

and not like some
drooling old man!

And Odin will welcome
me into Valhalla.

But when they dig up my bones,

I want them to say,

"Here is the grave...

of the most famous
Viking who ever lived."

And do you know what?

My son will become a
great warrior for the Rus.

And so my son and his sons

will ensure that my
bloodline endures

and people a long
way in the future,

hundreds of years from now,

and probably from
all over the world...

will be proud to find that
my blood is in their bodies...

and my spirit is in their souls.

What's so funny?

Ah, nothing.

Forgive me.

You're probably right.

Oh, you better believe it,
my brother.

What?

Your eyes have turned deep blue,
Ivar.

You know what that means,
remember?

We used to watch over you.

We knew that when
your eyes turned blue...

you were in great
danger of hurting yourself.

And we would say,
"Not today, Ivar...

not today."

I remember.

Gudrid, take Ragnar.

Torvi!

Look what we have found!

There is so much game,
so many animals,

so much just to eat,
I can't even describe it!

Words fail me.

Words are never
enough. Here is paradise!

We must make a sacrifice, Ubbe.

We must thank the
gods for all this bounty.

- We shall. - Mmm.

I wonder if the gods are
truly here in this new world.

Perhaps they are.

But, even so,
perhaps in a different shape.

That is a strange idea.

Perhaps even terrifying.

What?

Did you come all this
way just to find the familiar,

Ubbe, son of Ragnar?

That's shameful.

Maybe you are not so
much like your father after all.

How would you know?

The carvings look recent.

And I found some
footsteps over there,

and what looks like
a path. But it runs out.

- A path down here.
- Not alone.

What shall we do?

What could it be?

I think we should
leave some gifts here

for whoever made the carving.

And see what happens.

Do you think they
know we're here?

Yes.

I think they know.

He's having a piss again.

What's the matter with him?

He drinks more than
all of us put together.

Come here, boy!

Hello, Ancient One.

You tried to kill me
many years ago,

Ivar, the Boneless.

You see how futile
were your efforts?

There is something reassuring
about your immortality.

If I were you,
I would never wish to be in my state.

Neither living nor dead,
cold or warm,

fetid with the earth,
witnessing only horrors.

Death would be a blessed relief.

What about me?

Yes. You always
come to the point.

I admire you,
although you are foolish.

What happens to me? Do
you know? Have you seen it?

I've always known your fate.

I have fore-suffered it.

It is written in runes
and in the stars.

What is it?

In some ways
it will not surprise you.

Then tell me.

If I told you,

you would have to try and evade it,
escape it.

You would go anywhere
not to meet your fate.

But you would still meet it.

There's no escape.

And no need to know,
Ivar, the Boneless.

All my life... I never
truly believed you.

You don't have
to believe me now.

I think I want to.

Are we here?

Yes.

Here's your chair.

We welcome you,

you earls, captains,
and jarls of the city

and outer reaches of Kattegat,

and wish blessings of Odin
upon you and your Council.

Perhaps at this point,
King Erik will speak to you.

I am blind.

I do not know why.

Perhaps only the gods know.

With Harald Finehair gone,

I am your King.

And there is much to be done.

We must maintain our defenses

against a possible
attack by the Rus.

And build new ramparts
to protect ourselves

from attacks by our own people!

We have been told that
taxes must be raised.

Is it true?

- I...
- Of course they have to be raised.

How else can we build miles
and miles of new stone ramparts,

and a fort at each end?

Only a fool would think they
could be built without cost!

My Lord King,
if indeed you are King.

Will you not suspend
these expenses as we ask?

We see no reason for them.

My Lord...

you would dare to
question the judgment

of the wife of King
Harald Finehair,

the true King of Kattegat,

my Lord and yours?

I will not challenge it!

Just yesterday,
I received some disturbing news.

A ship entered our harbor.

It carried with it
several Danes.

They say a Christian missionary

arrived in their kingdom
and was allowed to stay,

against the better
judgment of everyone...

except their King.

It seems this King
listened to this Christian...

and agreed to be converted.

He was baptized

and has declared that his
is now a Christian kingdom,

and that his people must no
longer worship the old gods.

Perhaps this is nothing.

Perhaps the good people

will kill both the
Christian missionary

and their foolish King.

Or perhaps this is
a sign of the future.

Now do you see why we must build

new walls around Kattegat?

Now will you agree
to pay your taxes?

Those of you who agree,
say "Aye."

Aye.

Aye. Aye.
Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye.

You did this to me.

I do not know how.

But you are a witch.

This is your doing.

You chose your
path. That wasn't me.

All your past history.

That wasn't me.

It was the gods who blinded you.

Don't you understand?

I understand.

You need sleep.

You have many responsibilities.

Thank you, Ingrid.

Ubbe!

What is wrong?

Well, what is it?

They've taken our gifts and
replaced them with new ones.

Look!

Keep the line.

Keep moving!

Bear right!

Halt!

My Lord.

Help him.

For the love of God,
take care of him!

This has happened
many times in the King's life.

Nobody knows the cause,
or the remedy.

But we need the King
now more than ever.

My sister in Christ,
we all know that.

But what can we do?

Let's you and I watch
over him tonight,

and pray for him,
and pray for Wessex.

Ivar!

Ivar, you have to see this.

What is it?

If they come now,
we shall miss them.

It will be days, perhaps even weeks,
before they get here.

How can you be so sure?

Either way, whenever they come,

they'll have to pass
through those trees.

And when they do...

we'll be waiting for them.

Skraelings.

What are we to do?

We should follow
the trail from the carvings.

It disappeared,
but perhaps we can pick it up again.

I agree.

We can't just sit around here

waiting for something to happen.

Whoever they are,
these skraelings left us gifts,

they haven't attacked us.

Perhaps they are just as curious
and as uncertain as we are, hmm?

Hmm.

But if they do attack us,
it's better than sitting here.

Are we all agreed?

Yes. - Yes.

Well. We should
start straight away.

Slave?

Yes?

Come.

Come closer.

Tell me...

how would you like to be free?

Huh?

Why are you saying this to me?

I'm afraid.

No, no, sit.

Come.

You have not
answered my question.

Would you like to be a free man?

There is something
you can do for me.

And once you have done it...

you will be free.

Elsewith?

You are awake.

This is the Lord's doing.

My Lord King, I would freely
have given up my life for yours,

if God had asked me.

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

I am well enough.

Wait. I will fetch the
servants to help you.

Sister.

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Your eyes are very blue,
Ivar. You should rest.

Ivar.

I know how to do it.

Huh?

I know how to win.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to cripple them.

Come with me.

Well,

do you want to be free?

Yes. - Ah.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to kill Ingrid.

Will you do that for me,
my friend?

We're close.

Close?

Yes.

To something. I don't know what.

But we're very close.

To them?

We're here.

Nobody is here. Nobody.

They knew.

Oh, yes.

They've known all the time.

This is a game.

A game?

A game of life and death.

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