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Hyah!

People of Kattegat!

I am Ivar, the Boneless!

I am a son of Ragnar Lothbrok!

All hail your new King!

Hit him more!

To Kattegat!

To Kattegat!

The greatest prize of all.

As long as Lagertha
remains alive,

then I have not yet had
my revenge.

We have gained
the Kingdom of Kattegat,

but I still have
a hollow feeling inside.

Don't worry.

How long can she
and the others escape us?

We have scouts everywhere!

And, after all,
where can they go?

Who will shelter them from us?

But it is true.

I also feel hollow inside.

I have gained the world.

I've lost everything.

I killed my own brother.

My wife is dead.

And my unborn child with her.

Harald, I wouldn't worry
too much about that.

What do you mean?

Life goes on.

Take a look around.

There are plenty
of beautiful women here.

Warriors!

Warriors, it is time
for another toast!

To Ivar, the Boneless,
the new King of Kattegat.

- Skol!
- Skol!

To me.

Bring in the queen!

Bring in the queen!

Oh, here! Here.

Hail the queen!

Hail the queen!

Our temple is burned.

Eyvind's son Bul was slain,

and now Ketill's son Thorgrim.

Clearly, we have fallen back
into the old ways.

Perhaps we have proven
once and for all

that we cannot change,

that we are what we are.

But we must stop
this vicious cycle

of revenge and killing now,

or else our young and fragile
community is sure to perish.

To regain the favor of the gods,

I am willing to sacrifice
my body and my blood.

But it is not my decision
to make on my own.

You must all decide
whether or not

you will accept my offer.

I won't accept
Floki's sacrifice.

Why?

Floki is closer to the gods
than any of us.

Why would they seek
his punishment?

It doesn't make sense.

None of you can vote
to sacrifice him.

Of course
we must sacrifice Floki.

- He lied to us!
- That's right.

He told us he had found
the land of the gods.

If this is the land of the gods,

where have they gone?

Maybe they never wanted us here.

Maybe they are angry with Floki

for bringing us here!

Does he know
the will of the gods?

Does he think he is a god?

He is only a man,

and men make mistakes.

And it is a mistake
for us to be here!

In this shit place!

It is a land of stone
and sulfur and death!

I am sure the gods
are watching us.

And they are laughing.

Laughing at us!

- Floki deserves to die.
- That's right.

For punishment for his lies.

For our self-respect!

- Those who agree say "Aye."
- Aye!

- Aye!
- Aye!

Boats approaching!

I can see them there!

Rollo, Duke of Normandy.

King Ivar.

King Harald.

Hvitserk.

Your Highness. Rollo.

Welcome back to Kattegat.

We would like to thank you
for supporting our cause

and help us gain a famous
victory over our enemies.

Kattegat is an important
trading station.

I have every reason to desire
to make an alliance with it.

And I was persuaded
by Hvitserk that you

and King Harald together

would overcome the forces
of Lagertha, Bjorn, and Ubbe.

But may I ask, why are you
here now in person?

Because I miss the old place.

Perhaps, you have ambitions
to rule the old place?

I rule over enough
cities and lands

to satisfy the requirements
of any man.

Why would I want
the further burden

of garrisoning Kattegat?

We obviously want to reward you

for what you have done for us.

Don't worry, you will.

We will strike a trade deal

which will be extremely
favorable to me.

We will also make an alliance
for our mutual defense,

so that,
if I am attacked by anyone,

you will send warriors
to support me.

Now, in the old days,

we had a tradition
of hospitality here.

Even Ragnar fed and watered
his guests, yes?

Those against?

It is equal.

Who hasn't voted?

It's me.

I don't want to vote.

Everyone must vote.

It is the law.

You are my son.

You must vote with your family.

He should vote as he wants.

No, he shouldn't.

Family is everything.

You should know that.

All right, I'll vote.

I'm sorry, Floki,

but I have to refuse your offer of
sacrificing yourself for our greater good.

You are more important
to us alive.

And, Father,

my family now is Thorunn
and our unborn child.

I confess,
when Hvitserk came to me

and told me of your civil war,

I was jealous.

I cannot fight anymore.

I am not allowed to.

I am far too important.

I remember once

hearing a story of a Berserker

who, against the odds,
went on to live

a long, angry,
and frustrated old age.

He told his servants
to go and collect

all of his iron utensils.
You know, his pots and pans,

his...

His weapons...

And carry them up
to the top of a high cliff

and throw them off of it so he
could hear for one last time

the noise of battle.

Ah, you would have
loved it, uncle.

The battles were fierce.

Great warriors were slain
on both sides.

Odin must have been happy
to take so many back

to sup with him in Valhalla.

Not you, brother.

No, not me.

Ubbe spared my life.

Well, he is your brother,
after all.

What is it I should know?

I killed Halfdan.

I killed my brother.

I tried to kill mine once.

So, Ubbe lives?

Yes.

And Bjorn?

Of course, Bjorn Ironside lives!

I taught him to fight!

Who can kill him, huh?

There is someone else
who is still alive.

The woman that haunts
my days and nights.

The woman that I have sworn
on my sacred ring to kill.

You mean Lagertha.

Where is she?

We don't know.

All we know is that,
after the defeat,

Lagertha, Ubbe, Bjorn, Torvi,
left Kattegat in a hurry.

Disappeared.

We have scouts looking for them.

We will find them
before too long.

Well... I wish you luck.

Look there!

- Is it edible?
- Yeah.

Why don't we go to Hedeby?

Do you still have people there?

They won't be for long

when Ivar discovers our plans.

How long before
his scouts find us?

A few weeks, maybe,
if we're lucky.

I refuse to accept that this
is the end of my story.

To be captured, humiliated,
and killed by Ivar. No.

I am worth more than that.

We don't have an army capable
of challenging him.

There must be
something we can do,

somewhere we can go.

Where? Where, Ubbe?

What can we do, where can we go?

Ivar will surely chase us
to the ends of the Earth.

We could go to England.

Hmm. Where they will kill us.

Possibly. Not necessarily.

I will intercede on your
behalf with King Aethelwulf.

He will almost certainly
welcome you.

But he will ask you
to fight for him

against the Danes
or other raiding Vikings.

We could establish our claim
to the lands

in East Anglia given
to us by Ecbert.

I don't want to leave
my country and my home.

I am tired of fighting.

And yet, let's do it.

Let's go to England.

I've brought you some food.

I want to see Ubbe!

I want to see my husband!

You're stopping him from
seeing me. I know.

You're a devil.

I'll ask him to come
and see you.

I'll kill you!

You stole my husband!

I wish you were dead!

Husband.

I don't need to be chained up.

I'm not an animal.

It is too dangerous to set
you free, Margrethe.

Do what you will!

Both of you!

You will find that no chains
will ever bind me,

not even if the dwarves
forged them!

- It's not her fault.
- No.

But we cannot bring
her to England.

Then what do we do with her?

Do you want to go back?

I think so.

Yes.

For your sake as much as mine.

And will you be bishop again,
of your church?

Will you be
Bishop Heahmund again?

I think King Aethelwulf
will fully restore me.

We are old allies.

In my faith,

the Bishop of the Holy Church
must be celibate.

I cannot acknowledge you.

I cannot openly live with you.

Does that make you sad?

What do you think?

Well, I hope it makes you sad.

I cannot give you up.

Even though it goes
against my teachings,

my faith, my Church,
my being in Christ.

I have known desire
for women before,

and renounced it, and found
a path back to Christ.

But you,

I cannot renounce you.

You are an incredible woman,
Lagertha.

But God must have meant
for us to meet.

Riders! Riders!

Get your weapons.

By all the gods!

It's Rollo.

This is my first Witan
as your new king.

I know it will not be easy
to follow in my father's

and grandfather's footsteps.

Nevertheless,
I shall try my best.

We are still gravely threatened

by the incursions
of the Northmen.

It is my intention
to increase our defenses

by building new forts
and watch towers

along our coast
and along our inland rivers.

I have also ordered
work to begin

on the construction
of a fleet of new ships.

But as King,

I feel I have responsibility
not only for the lives

of our people,
but also their souls.

Therefore, I have ordered
all the monasteries

and religious houses
within my realm

to teach and offer prayers
and lessons in English.

Sire, if I may speak...

It is my fervent wish

to give knowledge, education,
and opportunity

to the ordinary Saxon folk.

Sire, forgive me,

but such matters are not
for you to decide.

You are the King by God's grace,

and with the approval and
blessing of our Holy Church.

But in matters of religious
practice and observance,

you have no more power

to challenge
the Church's authority

than to stop the sea's tide.

My brother, I am sure, did not
mean to attack the Church.

Then I am not sure
what he did mean.

"Give unto Caesar
what belongs to Caesar."

In spiritual matters,
Your Grace,

I recognize the supreme
authority to our Holy Church.

But the gift of knowledge
belongs to all men!

That is what I meant.

But let us not quarrel now
over such matters.

Not while the Northmen
encircle us

like ravening wolves.

They are raiding in Scotland,

in Ireland,
and all over England.

Just this morning, my lords,

before we assembled,
I was informed that

a new army of Danish Vikings
have sailed upriver

and now threaten
the holy site at Winchester.

We must quickly assemble
an army to defeat them.

And I appoint my brother,

Prince Aethelred,
to command them.

And may God help us.

Look!

Holy Jesus!

How did you find us?

You know how.

This is where we all
came to hide

when Jarl Borg drove us
out of Kattegat

all those years ago.

Why have you come here, Rollo?

To try to save your life.

And Bjorn's life.

How can you do that?

I will give you safe passage
back to Frankia.

Neither Harald
nor Ivar can stop me.

I don't understand.

First of all,

you join with Ivar against us,

you help to defeat us, and now,

for no reason,
you offer us safe passage.

It doesn't make any sense.

You know perfectly well why
I am here offering you this.

Do I?

Yes.

You know I have always
loved you, Lagertha,

and that Bjorn is my son.

He is not your son.

You cannot deny it to my face.

Can you?

Can you?

You see, I have thought
about this moment

so many times, Lagertha,

and I know you
can never deny the truth.

Do you suppose I could have

ever talked about this to Bjorn?

- Of course not.
- And I don't...

Neither have I.

And I'm not going to start now!

You two have been here
a long time.

I am here to offer you
and your mother safe passage

back to Frankia.

Why?

You...

You are my son.

I have heard something
to that effect.

But rumors are a doubtful truth.

We had a very special
relationship together

when you were a child.

It was if you knew...

You may be my father,
but then again, you may not.

At the time of my conception,

you may have been laying
with my mother,

but then again, so was Ragnar.

So, who do I look most like?

Who do I resemble most,
in spirit and principle?

Ah, now that
is of most importance!

And for that,
undoubtedly, Ragnar.

Rollo, I don't want to have
some lifelong battle

like you had with my father.

You are not important enough
for me to care.

And I understand that.

But I am not
fighting you, Bjorn.

Do not just dismiss this offer.

Come back to Frankia with me.

You will have
everything you need,

everything you ever wanted!

I will make sure of that.

Your life there
would be so sweet.

For the love I bear your mother,

at least let me do that for you!

You made your decision regarding
your stance with Ivar.

Can we believe his offer?

Bjorn?

I'm going to kill him.

He betrayed us.

He betrayed my father.

You nearly died
because of him, Lagertha!

Because of his treachery!

And then, he betrays us
a second time, with Ivar!

You must be Bishop Heahmund.

And you Count Rollo.

A fellow Christian.

Praise ye the Lord.

Blessed is the man that walk
in feareth of the Lord,

and delights greatly
in His Commandments.

It is true.

I try to follow
His Commandments.

I try to walk in the ways
of mercy and forgiveness.

And now, you all calmly sit here

and suggest that we merely
give ourselves to his mercy!

Have you no pride!

Are we afraid to die?

Not me!

Give me your blessing,
Bishop Heahmund,

for my sins are too numerous
to count.

If I kill Rollo,
then I will die a happy man.

Bjorn! Bjorn!

Bjorn, wait!

Now is not the time!

Bjorn!

No!

Get off!

Leave him!

If you want to kill me, kill me!

You are not worth
the time it takes

to clean the blood off my ax.

We refuse your offer.

I am sorry.

No need, traitor.

We will never meet again.

Did you find them?

Yes.

Where are they, Rollo?

I could tell you.

But before I do,

we must discuss our deal.

You will agree to pay me,
in yearly tribute,

6,000 pounds of silver,

2,000 Roman solidi in gold.

You will supply me with

5,000 pounds weight in furs,
tusks, pelts.

Also 1,000 slaves,

200 tons of meat and every year,

300 precious stones.

And 100 ells of silk.

You will also provide me with
500 of your best warriors

for my own personal guard,

and I want each of you

to swear on your arm rings

that you will come
to my assistance

if I am ever attacked.

You ask an enormously
high price.

For I am in a position to do so.

There's nobody here.

They've all left.

I know you. Don't I?

Margrethe.

I fear I've already made

an enemy of the Church.

A king has many enemies
but few friends.

That is why he must do all
he can to consolidate his rule

before it can be
truly threatened.

How does he do that?

He produces heirs.

He creates a dynasty

just as Ecbert did,
in all his wisdom.

But I am not married.

Nor yet wish to be.

Can there not be a pause
before I choose a bride?

Can we not put wars
before weddings?

That would be foolish, Alfred.

Without a living heir,

you are much more vulnerable
than you know.

Then tell me, Mother,
who am I to marry?

You need not concern
yourself with that.

I will find you
a suitable bride.

Yes.
I thought you would say that.

Shoot them!

Hyah!

Whoa!

So you didn't find them?

No. They were gone.

Except this one.

They left her behind.

Why is she bound?

Because she is mad.

Hvitserk.
You know her, don't you?

Of course I remember.

Hey, Margrethe.

It's all right.
It's all right.

I won't hurt you.

What are you doing, brother?

Some evil spirit
has possessed her.

She will kill you.

I'll take my chance.

Well, maybe you've
gone crazy, too!

Hoo! Hoo!

Hoo! Hoo! Look what we got!

What sound does a sheep make?

- Baa!
- Yes!

You meant what you said,
didn't you?

What I said?

That you would protect us.

Not feed us to the wolves.

Why would I lie to you?

Because you are back in England.

Because it makes
everything different.

Are you afraid
that I'll betray you?

Not afraid.

I just wonder.

Why would I betray you?

I love you.

Forgive me, my King.

No more mistakes. Hmm?

Mmm-hmm.

Please, don't just
stand there. Come in.

Sit.

How are you?

I have been thinking about you.

Are you married?

No.

I'm not married.

I live alone.

I like it that way.

You freed me
and so I live freely,

with no man in my life,
with no obligations, no ties.

I don't even know your name.

My name is Freydis.

Like Freya.

I've never forgotten
what you told me.

It's true what I told you.

You are a very
special person, Ivar.

It is still hard for me
to believe that.

All my life has been a struggle.

A war against myself.

But look what you have
already accomplished.

The gods have marked you out.

You are favored above all men.

Even so,

I'm in daily danger
of being killed.

Killed?

By who?

Can I speak honestly
and openly to you?

Somehow, I feel I can trust you.

Perhaps even more than
anybody else here.

You can trust me.

I would give my life for you,
if you asked me to.

You know that.

How can I help you?

What do you want me to do?

Murderers!

Murderers!