All language subtitles for The Last Kingdom S01E06 Episode 6

My name is Uhtred,
son of Uhtred.

Born a Saxon,
but raised as a Dane.

I now serve King Alfred
of Wessex.

I have married
a pious wife for Alfred.

I have taken on land,
burdened with debt
and cheating workers.

And I killed the mighty
Sword Dane, Ubba.

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

But with Odda the Elder
wounded in battle,

his son took
the credit for my kill.
The truth was ignored.

I fought Ubba man on man,
and I killed him!

And I was forced to my knees
before Alfred's God.

I will lead, but you owe me.

You must lay flat and
kiss the cross.

Kiss my arse.

Fate is testing me,
but I will survive.

(GRUNTING)

Uhtred!

(SWORD CUTTING)

Destiny is all.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

LEOFRIC: You certain you
want to do this, Arseling?

Is there a law against it?

Dressing up as Danes, no.
Plundering Cornwalum, yes.

We're supposed to be at peace.

If I'm to reclaim Bebbanburg,
I'll need an army.

If I am ever to raise an army,
I'll need silver. We go.

I have no quarrel.

Will Odda not miss you?

I'm doing as he asks.
I'm watching you.

He's building Alfred
a church at Cynuit.
Have you heard?

With an altar of gold,
they say.

-LEOFRIC: Who are they?
-UHTRED: They belong
to Oswald.

Their mother sends them,
hoping to shame me for killing
their lying, thieving father.

(BOY GRUNTING)

Hmm, I see her plan
is working.

They're not the first
to lose a parent.
They'll live.

(BURPING)

(SIGHING)

(SNIFFS)

Food is good, Mildrith.
Thank you.

I'm pleased you like it.

I was beginning
to believe you had
lost your tongue, wife.

-I was worried.
-I doubt it.

She grieves for the thief.

Not my business.

MILDRITH: He kills a man
I have known all my life,

he refuses to pay
wergild to a family
I have known all my life,

and the village my father
helped build now call
him Uhtred the Godless.

Not forgetting
I refuse to have my son
baptised a Christian.

-I will excuse myself.
-Leofric, sit, please.

-None of this is my business.
-I'll stop.

(SIGHING)

-Tomorrow, I'll be gone.
-MILDRITH: Gone?

Should anyone ask,
we're keeping
Alfred's kingdom safe, again.

For how long will you be gone,
and gone where?

No idea how long.
Weeks?

Your place is here.
Oswald's wife has gone
to Bishop Alewold.

The Bishop will go to Alfred,
and Alfred will send

-men to our door...
-I won't pay a penny,

and if men do come calling,
that's what you'll tell them.

He was killed
because he was a thief.
That's my law.

Leave me and I'll go
directly to the church
and have our son blessed.

Then he won't be my son.

May God forgive you
for saying such a thing!

Which God?

What has happened to you?
What has happened
to the kindness,

-and perhaps even the love
you have once shown me?
-I was made to crawl!

Yes, before God! We all fall
to our knees before God!

I won't forget what Alfred did
to me in the name of his God.

-I reject that God.
-(THUMPING TABLE)

I will excuse myself.

Are you there still,
the man I cared for?

Are you there still,
the woman I ached to plough?

YOUNG ODDA: Progress
is being made daily, Lord.

You must come to Cynuit
and inspect the building work.

Oh, I will, I will.
I would like that.

It's impressive
enough, even now.

-Yes, we have the nave here.
-Mmm-hmm.

The transepts thus,
and then into the chancel.

With its already famous
altar of solid gold?

It will be gilding,
no more, Lord,

but you know
how tongues wag.
(LAUGHS)

-Hmm.
-With your permission,

I would like to place
the altar just here.

Why would you need
my permission?

It's on the exact spot
where Ubba Lothbrokson
is now buried.

You wish God's altar
to be built over the buried
remains of a pagan?

Oh, no! No, Lord. With your
permission, we will exhume
the remains and...

I don't know. Have them
thrown into the river.
(LAUGHS)

You will exhume the remains
and have them buried elsewhere
unmarked, but with respect.

It was a joke, Lord,
a poor joke.

We must do nothing to
endanger the peace.

With respect, Lord,
I am not the fool my father,
at times, made me out...

-(CLEARS THROAT)
-...to be.

Father Beocca,
you wish to see me?

Ah, a letter, Lord,
from the Bishop Alewold.

-Private or business?
-A matter of law, I was told.

Then read it.
Let Odda's active mind rest.

Well, can you not read
the writing, Beocca?

It concerns
the Aelderman Uhtred.

He has slain a farmworker
and is refusing to pay

the monies owed to the family.

The wergild.

Would you like me
to investigate further, Lord?

No.

No, it is not your place.
Odda, you shall investigate
the rights and wrongs

of the matter on my behalf.

I only hope for
the sake of Uhtred's wife,
the killing was justified.

Uhtred has always been
fair-minded. I'm
sure there are mitigations.

Hmm, we shall see.

In the meantime, Odda,
do your best.
Keep the peace.

-Yes, Lord.
-(DOOR OPENING)

Father Beocca, the letter.

You might do well to examine
your loyalties, Father.

My loyalties are
to God and to the King,
in that order.

Lord, are you suggesting
I am wrong?

I am suggesting
nothing of the sort,
but I am watching you.

And God is watching all of us.

Uhtred!

Uhtred!

I'll find the wealth
to pay off the debt.

We want the same thing,
the land of our birth.

-(BABY COOING)
-Yours won't be
taken from you.

Mine?

Are you no longer
the Aelderman?

I'll never be accepted
as an Aelderman, not here.

Then I beg
you for one last time,
change your ways, Uhtred!

If you allow God
into your heart,
he will guide you!

I can never become
the man you want me to be.

-You could try.
-I would despise that man.

LEOFRIC: Arseling!

(BABY COOING)

I have loved you.

Don't pray for me.

Did you hump
her goodbye, Arseling?

I want to have
left Wessex by tonight.

You're gonna have to ride
faster than that, Arseling.

UHTRED: Come on, yah!

(HORSE WHINNYING)

No one is to wear
these till we have
crossed into Cornwalum.

What you can do
is polish them,

so that when you do wear them,
they will be seen clearly

and you'll be feared.

You're going to find out
what it's like to be a Dane.

-(HORSE APPROACHING)
-Every man stand where he is!
No one move!

You! Stay where you are.

Do I know you?

Lower your hood.

I said lower your hood!

-Aethelwold!
-(HEAVY BREATHING)

Look I... I merely want
to come with you, to be
part of your adventure.

I wanted it to be a surprise.
(LAUGHS)

He cannot be here.
He cannot hold his tongue.
I say we kill him.

Kill me?
(LAUGHS)

You can't kill me.
I'm the rightful King,
you fool.

Not here, Leofric!
Not in Wessex!

-Then I will drag
him into Cornwalum!
-UHTRED: Not now!

You can't!
Uhtred, you owe me a favour.
I call it in now!

If Alfred hears of Christians
raiding Cornwalum,
we will all be killed!

He guarantees that outcome.

Leofric, I am a changed man,
I swear.

We kill him.
He will not be missed.

We take him with us.

I owe him.
He's my responsibility.

He has my protection.

And who will protect
the rest of us?

I've never seen him so angry.

You will clean our mail
and tend to the horses.

-Anything.
-You will wipe
our arses if I say so.

Of course. (LAUGHS)

I am gathering the moss
and dock leaves
as you speak, Lord.

(LAUGHING)

AETHELWOLD: What do you
know of Cornwalum?

UHTTRED: That it's not Wessex.

AETHELWOLD:
The Wessex-Cornwalum border

is this river,
the Tamar river.

Which is why we are
camped here.

It flows North to South.

And Cornwalum itself has
a coastline shaped like a leg.

-So they are traders?
-Yes.

On the North coast
to the Welsh kingdoms
and Ireland,

and on the South
to the Franks.

How do you know this?

I'm an educated man, Leofric.
I simply enjoy
hiding the fact.

You do it well.

-Do they have a King?
-More than one.

Fierce fighters?

Have no fear, Leofric.
We are Danes.

(LAUGHING)

I want to be
blooded in battle.

(CHUCKLING) Don't worry, boy.
You'll be first in line.

I look forward to it.

MAID: Good day, Lord.

Tell your master
Aelderman Odda is here.

-With God's Bishop Alewold.
-Yes, Lord.

-Quickly!
-(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

It is not the most
desirable farmstead I've seen.

Aelderman Odda,
Bishop Alewold,
a pleasant surprise.

May I offer a refreshment?

We are here
in the King's business.
'Tis with your husband.

Is he here?

He is not.

Can he be fetched, my dear?

All crucifixes and crosses!

You are God-fearing
Christians no more.

(MEN LAUGHING)

You are Danes now. Pagans!

You don't cross yourself,
nor look to the heavens.

(LAUGHING)

Let's make ourselves rich!

(MEN SHOUTING AGREEMENT)

MILDRITH: My husband is
protecting our kingdom.

From whom?
We're at peace.

He only said
he was doing Alfred's work.
He doesn't trust the Danes.

He thinks he knows
better than the King?

Your own man, Leofric,
will give you detail,
I'm sure.

Yes.

Odda, it's not the child's
fault that she was married off
to a tyrant and a fool.

No, of course not.

Mildrith, it is
with great reluctance

that I must serve
you with this letter.

For your husband,
upon his return.

He must settle the wergild
for Oswald's death or face
confiscation of his property.

Which is also my property.

If you're ever in need,
my father's house will
always be your house.

How is Lord Odda faring?
Well, I hope.

Frail. He's still very frail.
The blow would have
killed many a man.

(CHEWING) Take
consolation, lady,

that should your land
be confiscated,

it is the church
that will benefit.

(SCREAMING)

Ahhh!

-Ugh!
-(THUDS)

(SCREAMING)

Where's it buried?
Where's the silver?

(GLASS BREAKING)

Where is it?

These people have nothing.

MAN: (QUAVERING) Please! Ahhh!

Five days and nothing.

There is time yet.

We are not the first Danes
they've seen.

-I need silver.
-So we keep looking.

And what if
the whole of Cornwalum
has been sacked already?

We keep looking.
We keep heading West.

(SIGHING)

Do they want to speak?

Five men to match theirs.

And only I speak. Aethelwold?

I heard.
Only the Great Uhtred speaks.

I am Brother Asser.
I bring you a gift
from my king.

From King Peredur.

King who?

King Peredur of the Britons.

Never heard of him.

I assure you my King
has heard of you.

A troop of Danes raiding
villages in Cornwalum
does not go unnoticed.

Why does your Peredur send
me these miserable offerings?

A gesture of peace, a token.

Our King has been
attacked by a fellow Briton
and neighbour, Callyn,

whose forces have seized
the fort guarding our land.

I am sent to tell you
Peredur will pay you well

to help him recapture
this fort.

"Pay us well"?
How much?

I do not know the sum,
but I am sure he will
be generous.

He has silver?

He is a king.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

-(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
-Up, up, up!

Winchester, it is not.

Alfred, he is not.

The King greets you.

He does?
I hear nothing.

You are pagans.
The King is Christian,

and will only speak
with you through me.

If you would come forward
and pay your respects.

Please inform the King
Danes don't bow to Christians.

This fort you want
us to recapture, it's defended
by how many Britons?

And what price will you pay?

(WHISPERING)

It would be
much simpler if the King
addressed me directly.

Easy.

They have
between 40 and 50 men.
No more than 50.

We are 30, fighting men.

And we are 20.

How much in silver?

One hundred pieces of silver.

I won't bargain.
I'll tell you the price.

Four hundred pieces of silver.

That is an absurd sum.

UHTRED: Is Peredur
a king, or not?

I will call for Queen Iseult.

My Lord, perhaps instead,
you should take a moment
and pray for guidance...

Iseult! You are needed!

(DOOR OPENING)

I am blessed with
two wives, two queens.

Iseult is a Shadow Queen.

You know what I require
of you? Of course, you do.

Who are you, and what will
you do for the King?

I am Uhtred Ragnarson.

I am here to fight
for your king.

If he pays me what I'm worth.

He is the one.

You are a fortunate
to have such a wife.

She is not to hump.
She is too valuable.

Four hundred (GROANS)
pieces of silver.

Agreed.

UHTRED: I'll see it?

-You'll see
it once the fort is taken.
-No, I'll see it now.

All of my wealth
is hidden, within the fort.

Then your enemy has it.

Well hidden.

You have your price.
You have my terms.
I know you'll accept.

I know you can
smell the silver. (CHUCKLES)

Danes, hmm?
You have a nose
for blood and silver

and women,
and so I will
add to the price,

my Queen.

This Queen. (LAUGHING)

If we win back the fort
and you're lying

about the silver,
I'll kill you.

Which is why I do not lie!

Call the men up.
We stay here.

I'll dream
about that Shadow Queen.

You told her your name,
and word travels.

Uhtred Ragnarson!

I noticed
that you have some Saxons
amongst your ranks.

Some from Mercia.
They'd rather fight

than work in the fields.
The pay is better.

He would like to attack
at the earliest opportunity.

He does not wish to feed
you for more than one night.

How Christian of them.

He would like to be
a man of God,

but as you have witnessed,
he cannot let go
of his pagan ways.

The Queen Iseult.

She is a gwrach, a sorceress.

What are her powers?

Peredur believes
she can see into the future,

for as long as she remains
a virgin. (LAUGHING)

And what do you believe?

I know the devil exists.

Hiding within beauty
is a trick he will
use often, I'm sure.

Tell the King to have
his men ready.

Peredur, any in the fort
who try to escape
are yours, yes?

You will do your part, Dane.
I will do mine!

Walk on!
Advance!

LEOFRIC: Let's scare
the shit out of these
bastard Britons.

See if they have
the stomach for this.

Hold!

We hold here!

Why would they leave
a fortress to face us?

Aethelwold, advance.

Go on the ridge and see
why they are prepared
to leave the fortress.

-On my own?
-You wanted to be
first in line.

(INHALING)

-(HORSE WHINNYING)
-Ooh! Ahhh!

(MEN LAUGHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY) Yah!

What do you see?

They are Danes!
Real Danes.

Stand still! Hold!

-KING PEREDUR: What are
you waiting for?
-They're Danes!

What do you care?
You people will fight

anyone for money,
even yourselves!

You lied to me!

Think of the silver!

The Queen has seen
your victory, so fight!

Uhtred.

He's a Sword Dane,
a Lord of War.

If the Lord of War
wants to talk,
may I suggest we listen.

Name yourself.

I am Uhtred Ragnarson.
Who are you?

Skorpa, of the White Horse.

You are the Uhtred Ragnarson
who was at Cynuit?

I am.

The Saxon son of Earl Ragnar?

Yes.

You will not defeat me.
You know this.

Perhaps not, but I could
kill half your men trying.

Oh...

Yes, yes you could.

Then it would be
best for us both
if you did not try.

Lord, Lord, I fear
what will happen if they're
allowed to speak.

Then go to them.
Listen to what they're saying.

-My presence, Lord, will serve
only to antagonise the Dane.
-(SIGHING)

Uhtred Ragnarson!
What is happening here?

PEREDUR: They must leave
my kingdom or die!

Bastard Danes.

The Queen saw victory.

I pray, Lord.

What is your battle price?

Silver.

And he says it's
hidden in the fortress.

(LAUGHING)

No.

No, we have ripped
the fortress apart.

We found nothing.

He must have something.

-Somewhere.
-PEREDUR: (YELLING)
Uhtred Ragnarson!

Whatever he has,
I say we split.

Half and half.

We kill his men.

We spare the King.

He takes us to his wealth.

Half and half.

I will advance,

you will turn,

and we will attack together.

Now, this is for the benefit
of the King.

(GRUNTS)

SKORPA: You bastard
piece of rassragr!

I will destroy you!

Be ready! We kill them all!

UHTRED: Every last one
of them dies!

Tell the men
we are with the Danes.

At the ready!

You trust this Skorpa?

We have no choice
but to trust him.

(MEN YELLING)

Now, turn!

To the death!

You bastard Danes!
You'll cry for your
stinking whore mothers!

(MEN YELLING)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(YELLING)

(NECK SNAPPING)

(YELLING)

(STABBING FLESH)

(YELLING)

You lying, thieving,
bastard Danes!

I could kill
at least one more of you.

It is over.

Your wealth.

My wealth for my life is it?

Your wealth
and your Shadow Queen.

Useless bitch.

She saw victory.

SKORPA: Where is the silver?

If I tell you, you'll kill me,

and I would
rather you remained poor.

You have my word,
as a warlord.
You will be spared.

Where is the silver?

Speak or you will die.

It's buried.

In the hall,
beneath my throne.

I'll need
a small amount myself...
(GASPS)

(THUDDING)

(WOMEN LAMENTING)

Do we split her too?

-You have the tits.
I'll have the arse.
-She's mine.

You are here for the silver?

It is beneath this seat.

(POUNDING)

I have a question.

Have you been waiting for us?

For you.

Then you saw
what would happen?

I knew that you would come.

That is all.

Uhtred, what do you know
of a church
with a golden altar?

At Cynuit.

To celebrate
the killing of Ubba.

I hear they're
building a church.

Who's been telling you this?

Men, begging to live...

Would say anything.

And that's where you'll go?
To Cynuit?

Well, I have ships to repair.

The coastline here has
been murderous.

(BOARDS BREAKING)

How do we do this?
How do we share?

-We don't...
-(DRAWING SWORDS)

...share.

Oh, we can fight,

and some of us will die,

including your Queen.

Uhtred Ragnarson, keep
your sword in its scabbard.

Wise Queen.

She stays with me.

-She stays with me!
-Do nothing!

(LAUGHING)

(WHISPERING)

Uhtred, no!
Uhtred!

-UHTRED: They have
our treasure!
-No!

I will not fight these Danes
for silver. For king, yes,
but not for silver!

I am tethered by debts.
I need to raise an army,

and they get away
further with every second!

I will not allow
half these men
or more to die!

ISEULT: I can give
you what you need.

There's more.

Silver.

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

(LAUGHING)

What did he whisper,
Skorpa, when he was leaving?

I will tell you when I believe
you need to know.

How was I, as a warrior?

Aethelwold, you are
as much a warrior
as you are a king.

(SILVER CLANKING)

This isn't
part of the plunder.

It's a holy cross.
It goes back to the church.
There'll be blessings.

But the rest, it's all ours.

-Home?
-Wessex.

And our separate ways.

There's a bishop I must see.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

I've never seen
a village like this before.

We will be
here for just the day.

-Who are you?
-I'll speak
with the Bishop Alewold.

Bishop Alewold is at prayer.

He'll see me.

-He is at prayer and can't
be disturbed! (GASPS)
-Alewold!

Bishop Alewold!

What is this?

Get out.

Out! (STAMMERING)
We're busy with our work.

So I see.

I said get out!

(CHUCKLES)

I know you.

Uhtred.

The Godless, yes.

And my wife, through
her father, has inherited
a debt to the church.

Oh, yes.
A substantial debt, I recall.

-Which I would now discharge.
-You would?

Very well, as you see,
we're busy with...

(GASPS)

That's Irish work.

It looks Irish.

And its weight...

A thing of beauty
and of great value.

It seemed a fitting way
of settling the debt,

if you'll accept, of course.
If not, I'll put
it in the smith's fire.

I accept.
On behalf of the church,
I accept.

I trust I can rely
upon your good judgement

in dismissing
the matter of my servant
Oswald's wergild.

He was a thief.

His family
will swear otherwise.

My people will swear he was.

And time will be
wasted with no end.

In that case,
consider all matters resolved.

Bless you.

(COWS LOWING
AND GOAT BLEATING)

I've been praying daily
for your safe return.

Who's this?

She's a queen.

Queen of where?
Of whom?

Britons.

(BABY CRIES)

Uhtred, you walked
by your son without a look.

Is he baptised now?

Yes.

Against my wishes.

I have done nothing
that requires forgiveness.

(DOOR BANGING)

What's her name?

I am called Iseult.

I'm speaking with my husband.
You can kindly remain silent.

Mildrith, we are hungry,
thirsty, and in need of rest.

(LAUGHING)

I am not your servant.

Do not speak
to me as if I were.
I am your wife!

You are no longer a part
of Uhtred's path.

It is true.

Out.

Out! This Queen
can sleep with the animals.

You should know
that your land is safe.

I have seen Bishop Alewold.
The debt's settled, all of it.

That's what I've come
to tell you, nothing more.

And what of Oswald's wergild?

That too is settled.

His family won't
receive a penny.

Then you can explain that
to the King's Council.

Alfred has called
you to the Witan.

It's finished.

Everything.

Before I left,
I said that I've loved you.

And it's true.

You will not speak
of us in this way,

and in the presence
of a pagan whore!

She's with me.

Will you be resting
with your family
or with the animals?

(GOAT BLEATING)

You chose the company
of pigs and a goat
over your wife and son?

My wife's a good woman.

She loves her God,
and it's hard for her
to be with the like of me.

(SNICKERS)

And if the marriage is to be
ended, I must become
used to life without my son.

I'm here because I choose you.

Though I won't
keep you against your will.

What?

I will be with you, Uhtred,

from now until the very end.

That is what I see.

I want you to see my home,

my land in the North.

It is this Alfred
who directs you for now.

You must give in to fate.

Attend his Witan.

Will you sleep
alongside me tonight,
under the furs?

Sleep?

Nothing more.

I would like that.

As the only other source
of warmth would be a goat.

(CHUCKLES)

(UHTRED LAUGHING)

Edwina?

Lady?

Please inform your family
that I'll be travelling,

with the child.

We will leave
for Lord Odda's estate.

I would like you with me,
but it is your decision.

I know how important it is
to be amongst the people
who care for you.

I would not wish to leave you.

(CRYING)

The very day I'm told
that my home is my own

is the day
I decide I must leave.

O Lord, grant wisdom to your
servants gathered here.

Help them
to decide what is right,
what is just and what is fair.

Grant us this, O Lord.

CONGREGATION: Grant
us this, O Lord.

(WHISPERING)

-GUARD: Leave your sword.
-(SWORDS CLANKING)

Uhtred!

-Uhtred!
-Beocca.

Quickly! You're late.

You were sent for days ago.

You should have been
here on time!

Since when has
my presence been so important?

Who's she?

She's with me.

Was she part of your plunder?

What's been said?

You will hear it all
soon enough.

Now we must go,
and you must be respectful.

Now more than ever.

And as local thegns
skimp in their duty
to repair the bridges...

-(SIGHING)
-...I wish to ask of the King

-to appoint an official...
-(DOOR OPENING)

...to survey
the kingdom's roads.
-(CHATTERING)

The bridge on the road
out of Avingdon, for example,

is in such a state
of disrepair...

(WHISPERING) Now's
the time, my Lord.

...it is now dangerous
for man or...

(QUIETLY) What reason
do I have to beg for mercy?
What's been said?

-(WHISPERING) Quiet now.
-Is it Cornwalum?

(WHISPERING) Respect!

MAN: ...remains
disinterested...

We shall talk
of bridges later.

Beocca, what is this?

YOUNG ODDA: You will
be quiet there!

Face your King!

Come.

There is a, um...
An urgent matter,

which, with the Witan's
permission,

we shall deal with now.

(DOORS CLOSING)

Aelderman Uhtred,

also known in your parish
as Uhtred the Godless,

you are on this day charged
with taking a troop of the
King's men into Cornwalum,

and there making war
against the Britons
without your king's consent.

You are also charged
with joining forces
with the Dane called Skorpa...

(MURMURING)

...to murder
Christian folk in Cornwalum,

despite these folk
all living in peace
with Alfred and with Wessex.

All this is proven with oaths.

And the punishment
for these crimes is death.

Who swears these oaths?

We shall get to that.

Show me.
Who swears?

I, Brother Asser,
swear these oaths.

-Uhtred, to your knees.
-Never.

Lord, we were patrolling
your borders and protecting
your kingdom, nothing more.

There is
more to my story,
Lord, if I may.

-Now is the time to beg.
-Yes, let him speak.
Let's hear his story!

On my way to make
this complaint to King Alfred,

I came via Cynuit.

And such a sight
I hope never to see again.

For where the church
to commemorate Lord Odda's
victory over Ubba

was to be built, I saw
devastation, destruction,

and the charred remains
of 15 monks or more.

(MURMURING)

Men have told me
that this evil was the work

of the very same Skorpa

who was in Cornwalum,
and that with him, once more,

-was the Aelderman Uhtred.
This man!
-No!

No, these are lies, Lord!
Lord, he lies
with every breath!

Lord, hear me.
Let me speak
and hear the truth!

We are the Witan,
and we shall behave
in the way of a Witan.

The Aelderman is
entitled to respond.

Yes, I was at Cynuit.

I was at Cynuit
once and once only.

I was at Cynuit on the day
that I, Uhtred of Bebbanburg,
killed Ubba.

I look around this hall

and into the eyes
of the warriors
who know this to be true,

and that is the only
occasion I was at Cynuit.

We are here...

We are here to deliver
judgement on the murder
of King Peredur

and the Christian Britons
of Cornwalum.

Then if I can speak
of Cornwalum, Lord?

There is a further witness,
I believe.

What if Peredur's Queen
was to stand
in front of this Witan

and tell you that Peredur lied
and cheated us?

She is a Shadow Queen
and a pagan lord. Her words
would be meaningless.

Is the truth
not important, Lord?

-Lord!
-Odda, we shall move on.

There is a further witness.

Yes, Lord.
Bring the prisoner.

(DOOR OPENING)

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

-What is this?
-Odda means for you to die
as a traitor...

-YOUNG ODDA: You will
stand separate.
-...and you will die.

If it is Valhalla you want,

-I will do my best to give it.
-I said you will
stand separate!

Leofric, you have
sworn your oath,

and you will tell the truth?

I will, Lord.

God is merciful.

You are a man of Wessex
and have been
loyal to the King?

I am loyal
to the King, Lord.
Always.

Were you in Cornwalum
with the Aelderman Uhtred?

I was.

Did you kill and plunder
Peredur and his Britons?

I did.

Leofric, have you now donated
your share of the plunder
to the church?

I have, Lord.

And have begged forgiveness.

(MURMURING)

The Witan hears you, Leofric.

Whom did
you follow into battle?

I went willingly, Lord.

No, Uhtred led.
You followed.

He is the Aelderman,
and he is to blame.

I share the blame, Lord.

-No, he is responsible.
-Irresponsible.

And he will pay
for it with his life!

For the last time, beg.

No, I will not beg.

I will fall to my knees
for no man, no king,
and no Christian god.

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

He must pay with his life.

Lord, if I may make a plea
to the King and the Witan.

I have not yet finished.

I beg your pardon,
Lord, but if I may?

It is clear that, like me,
the Arseling here is guilty.

Thank you, my friend.
(GRUNTING)

It is also clear
that he is too proud
and too stupid to repent

and as a
consequence, will die.

He will die
for leading men to treachery.

Because of my own guilt

and because of my respect for
Uhtred as a warrior,

I request that he
dies at my sword.

You wish to become
executioner, Leofric?

My plea is for a fight
to the death, Lord.

Me against the Arseling.

If God is with me,
I will be the victor,

and the Aelderman
is allowed to die
as a warrior should.

And if he should win
this fight to the death,
what then?

He will not.

It would take
God's intervention
for him to beat me.

Let them fight, Lord.

Let God decide.

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

Lord. Lord, it is
clear the guilt
lies with Uhtred.

Leofric, you have spoken well,

and your request is granted.

(GASPING)

-You will fight tomorrow.
-(CHEERING)

To the death.

Swords and shields.

God shall
determine the victor.

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