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Lord Ragnar.

It is all very well
to criticize others.

If they had agreed to act,

the progress of the Northmen
would have been frustrated

at every reach of the river.

But, while others have neglected
their responsibilities,

I have not been idle.

Paris has been
prepared for this attack.

We are well-provisioned
with food and water,

enough to last
the whole summer.

I am relieved to hear it.

To some extent,

we are at your mercy,
Count Odo,

for you must protect us
against these pagans.

Your Highness, it is still not too
late for you to leave the city.

Many here would urge
you to save yourself.

Surely,

they would blame me
for abandoning

our capital at such a time.

Perhaps they would think
it is a sensible precaution.

Allow me a moment
to reflect, Count Odo.

- Sire.
- Your Highness.

Father?

Count Odo thinks it might be
a good idea for me to leave.

You must tell Count Odo

that you have no intention
of abandoning your people.

That whatever happens,

you will stay with them,

be with them,

protect them.

I am sure, Father, that that
was always your intention.

Count Odo,

I am determined
not to quit the city.

Not in its most
urgent hour of need.

The next few days and weeks

will test the faith
of all of us.

I pray to God Almighty

that not one of us
is found wanting

in either courage

or belief.

Yours is a heavy burden,

Count Odo.

You have many Christian souls
in your care.

I carry this burden
with a light heart,

knowing I share it with our
Lord, and with Your Highness.

But I must ask Your Highness
if you have appealed to

your brother, the Eastern
Emperor, for help?

He could surely provide
an army for our relief.

I will not ask either of
my brothers for help!

I must prove myself better
than my brothers, Count Odo,

and these Northmen have
provided the opportunity.

Defeat them,

and I will be seen
as a worthy successor

to my grandfather,

to the Great Charlemagne.

So you see, Count Odo,

that your burden is

really much heavier
than you imagined.

Raise shields!

Turn! Turn the boat!

Turn! Row!

Mmm.

Forgive me

for asking, my son,
but how is your marriage?

It's a marriage.

It is hard to forget
what happened, and

I try hard to forgive,

as our Lord
requires us to do.

Even those who
trespass against us.

I'm glad to hear it.

There is something
I wanted to ask you.

Judith is
King Aelle's daughter.

What does she think
of her father?

And what would she think if
we decided to overthrow him?

You would really do that?

Of course.

How else would I become
Bretwalda, king of kings,

King of all England? Of
course I must overthrow him.

I just wondered how upset
your wife would be.

From what Judith has told me, there
is no love lost between them.

That is what I thought.

Do you plan to invade?

Not initially. I have
certain plans in place.

Various suggestions
to invite chaos.

Including, perhaps,
assassination.

My God! Father, Aelle is
your ally and your friend.

Oh, no.

Not my friend.

I don't have any friends.

It's better that way.

Come here, Alfred.

Come to your grandfather.

What a magnificent boy!

I wonder how he is?

Who?
Athelstan.

It's that name again.

Why must you forever
bring him to mind?

For when I think
of that filthy apostate,

it reminds me how my
wife whored with him.

And how much more she should
have suffered for it.

Aethelwulf!

This is not to do
with you, Father!

This is between me
and this jezebel!

This harlot!

Leave. Now.

Here.

You wanted to
talk to me, Ragnar?

I miss him.

Athelstan.

I wish he was
here with us.

Since you carry his cross,
he still is here with us.

He would have been useful.

We will manage without him.

Well.

We have no choice now.

Father, forgive me.

Holy Father, forgive me.

For, behold,
I am a miserable sinner.

I must speak
with the prince.

Prince Aethelwulf!
Prince Aethelwulf!

You have
interrupted the sacred.

There is no excuse.

There is one, My Lord.

Death waits for no man.

Who is this?

You sent nobles
with Queen Kwenthrith,

to look after
our interests in Mercia.

What happened to you?

The Queen

repudiated the contract
she signed with us.

She wants to rule alone.

She tried to kill
all of us that were sent

to safeguard
the interests of Wessex.

She is quite mad.

Speak no more.

Rest, My Lord.

I know we have had
our differences of late.

Perhaps it is my fault,
I have not been myself.

I want you to know, Floki,

that I need you.

Now, more than ever.

And I've always

believed in you.

That is why

I want you to be
in command of this raid.

Me?

Sit, sit.

Take it. Sit.

King Ragnar,
we have reached Paris.

Now,

we all want to know...

The king,

my oldest friend, has
asked me to take command.

So, uh...

How do we best
attack the city?

Some of us

have taken a closer look at the
city from further up the bank.

And we suggest a plan.

To mount simultaneous attacks

both from the water
and from the land.

I will lead an assault on the
tower and the gates of the city.

We will attack
the gates together.

I said
I would lead the assault.

We may need the tools
Erlendur made.

I will make that decision, if
and when we need to make it.

I trust Earl Kalf
to make it.

I don't think
you were listening.

At the same time
as the attack at the gates,

there will also be
a river borne attack.

The ships will be filled with
warriors and means of scaling,

we will beach
beneath the walls.

We will climb up and gain entry
to the city that way as well.

In which case, Floki,

you will be responsible
for constructing

whatever it is we need
to scale these walls.

Don't you
worry about me, Rollo.

I will make something
truly astonishing.

Just wait and see.

All those who agree
with the plan, say aye.

Aye!

Aye.

Let's hope the gods
bless your efforts.

Please take her.

Take my baby.

What are you
talking about?

I cannot care for her.

Of course you can.

I can't.

I want her to be
like your sons.

I want her to be Viking.

What does it matter
what you call someone?

Whether she's Viking or not
Viking is not important.

What is important is that
you love and nurture her.

For if you are fortunate,
she will grow up healthy,

and give you grandchildren
to be proud of.

Think of Bjorn.

I am.

This is why I want you
to raise his daughter.

Bjorn loves you.

Bjorn will be much happier

and better off without me.

That is not true.
It is what I believe.

It is a very selfish thing
to believe.

I cannot help it.

Your daughter needs you.

She needs her mother.

You must not talk this way.

Pray to Freya.

Freya will comfort
you as she comforts me.

We women bear
heavy burdens.

But it is not
to be helped.

And even when we are
dealt with harshly,

remember, it is the gods
who have woven our destinies.

Not ourselves.

My son,

I have another mission
for you on our behalf.

You must go to Mercia and
persuade Queen Kwenthrith

that her interests and ours
are one and the same.

She has killed
six of our nobles.

Yes.

That is certainly
unfortunate.

And she ought to
be punished.

So much for gratitude.

What kind of a world
do we live in,

when the friends of our
friends, kill our friends?

But, still, there is a way
for this deluded Queen

to find some redemption.

There is?

My son,

Mercia has been weakened
by years of civil wars.

She is no longer
what she was,

and must acknowledge
the power of Wessex.

Without Wessex, Mercia
is now more than ever

at the mercy
of the Northmen.

As well as other
Saxon neighbors.

Like Northumbria?

Precisely.

Like Northumbria.

Yes.

Those closest,
but unexpected,

can sow a terrible harvest.

I charge you
to go to Mercia

and tell the Queen
that she may be forgiven

for slaughtering our nobles,

but only if she begs mercy

and reconfirms her
subjugation to Wessex.

If not,

we will show her
the iron fist.

We will invade
and we will destroy her,

and her limbs being
fastened to four horses,

her body will be
torn apart.

Or something of that sort.

But, also,
tell her that we have

a repugnance
for such measures,

being Christians.

Torvi.

Torvi, I should have
spoken before.

Why?

You know why.

It doesn't matter.

I am not with child,
neither am I a child.

I took advantage.

So did I.

Uh...

This is for you.

What's that?

Nothing.

Let me see!
No.

You are hurting me.

It's far too good
for you. Whore!

The Northmen have been scouting
the countryside, and our defenses.

We must expect
an attack any day now.

Gisla, I regret
not sending you to safety in time.

It is much on my mind.

I did not want
to be sent away.

I wanted to
stay here with you.

There is nowhere I would
rather be than here in Paris,

beside you,
in your hour of need.

But I must tell you both,

I have been much
about the city.

The people of Paris are frightened
to death by this pagan army.

So far, only their firm belief
in God's grace and protection,

prevents them from becoming
hysterical and violent.

I am aware of the need to pacify
and control the population.

Thank you, Princess Gisla.

Perhaps you yourself might
have to reassure them

that we are well protected,
and have enough supplies

to withstand a long siege.

Though, God willing,
it will not come to that.

You may rely upon me
to do everything possible

to persuade the people
of our ultimate victory.

Even your presence
in the city, Princess,

helps them to
believe in that.

Yet it is for my father
to lead us to that victory.

Is it not, Father?

I must to bed.

I am tired.

But I am glad we have
had this conversation.

And I am also very glad that I have
placed my faith in you, Count Odo,

as well as in God Almighty,

for the successful outcome
of this matter.

I must, too, go to bed.

Of course.

And yet, I beg you to stay
a moment and listen to me.

You once refused
my offer of marriage.

What did I achieve?
What could I offer you?

But then, I heard how many other
offers of marriage you had declined,

from men far richer,
far grander than me, and...

So, it gave me hope.

And my hope is
that once I have

successfully managed
the defense of Paris,

and the defeat
of the Northmen, and

gained a new
and high reputation,

you will look again
at my proposal.

If you save Paris,

I will forever
be in your debt.

But your first duty,
Count Odo,

is to concentrate on the
defeat of the Northmen.

On that,
I am sure we both agree.

Higher up.

Pull again, pull again. It
needs to be more on an angle.

Lend me a hand.

You must be hungry. I have
brought you something to eat.

I'm not hungry.

My work nourishes me.

I have so many
responsibilities now, Helga.

Everyone is
depending on me.

My inventions will
allow us to enter Paris.

You will see, Helga.

Our warriors
will storm the walls

and we will all win
the greatest renown.

Especially me.

Floki, the boat builder.

Floki, the tower maker.

But, of course,

it's not me
making these towers.

It's the gods

using my poor hands.

Do you know why they are
helping me, Helga?

Do you know why?

It's because I gave
them a great sacrifice.

I appeased them.

I delighted them.

I filled them with joy.

Do you know
what I did, Helga?

Do you know what I did?

I killed Athelstan!

Whoa! Whoa.

Who are you?

You know who I am.

Now take me to her.

Not until you tell me
the purpose of your visit,

the Queen will
need to know.

Queen Kwenthrith
knows perfectly well

that the son of King Ecbert of
Wessex wishes to speak to her.

She would certainly be ill-advised
if she refused to meet me.

Look, you!

Do as you're told.

We might spare your life.

Judith.

You spoke before
in the baths of the Romans.

I was surprised.

Most of our people
know nothing about them.

I still know very little,

but I was always curious.

I have some words here

from the Romans themselves.

Athelstan helped me
to translate them.

Athelstan?

"Don't ask, we may
never know, Leuconoe,

"what the gods plan
for you and me.

"Leave the Chaldees
to parse

"the sentence of the stars."

So strange.

As though he is here,
talking to us now.

"Of expectation.
Life's short.

"Even while we talk, time,
hateful, runs a mile.

"Don't trust
tomorrow's bough for fruit,

"Pluck this, here, now."

Well, whoever wrote those
words must be very wise.

Judith.

As long as there is breath in
my body, I will protect you

and your son, Alfred.
Believe me.

Hmm.

Prince Aethelwulf.

Do forgive me
for keeping you waiting.

I was bathing.

Queen Kwenthrith, I bring
a message from my father.

He condemns the murder
of our nobles,

who accompanied you here
in good faith.

He insists that
you reaffirm the status

of Mercia as
a client state of Wessex.

So much talk
of business.

Come, now.

May I offer you
a cup of wine?

To our alliance.

Oh.

There.

Now, come.

Sit.

So...

I'm quite happy to discuss
these matters further.

What is there to discuss?

My father insists that...

My father, my father!

How old are you, Aethelwulf?

Mmm?

Do you always do what
your father tells you?

Don't you have your own
thoughts and your own feelings?

I have feelings of duty.

I try to do
what is right

for my country and for my God.

Oh.

Do you know what I wonder?

I wonder what your father
threatened to do to me.

Hmm.

Let's see.

Did he want to
tear me apart?

Violate me?

Whip me?

Oh.

Whip?

Would you like
to whip me?

Would it excite you?

Oh...

Come to my bed.

After all, why not enjoy
what your father enjoyed?

Princess!

Lead me not
into temptation,

but deliver me from evil.

Goodnight.

Sweet dreams.

Carry on!

Everything ready, Floki?

Yes.

Everything is ready.

Tomorrow we attack Paris.

Come.

Prince Aethelwulf?

May I present to you,
my son,

Prince Magnus.

Hello, darling.

That is a Northern name,
that is not one of ours.

Oh, clever you.

Yes, he's named
after his father.

His father?

I think
you may know him.

Ragnar Lothbrok.

Our nobles,

before you killed them,

never reported that
you were with child,

still less that the father
was Ragnar Lothbrok.

Nevertheless,
he is Ragnar's son.

And nothing will stop him from
returning to these shores,

both for Magnus
and for his settlement.

We have destroyed
his settlement.

Then he will return

with vengeance upon you.

In which case, it will
inconvenience us a great deal

if he were to find
a ready ally here in Mercia.

So whether or not this poor
child is Ragnar's son,

makes no difference.

He cannot help you.

And you can't threaten us with him.

Guards.

Queen Kwenthrith,

you would be unwise
to kill us.

It would give my father
the very pretext he needs.

A pretext to invade Mercia

and become its king.

He may even have been
prepared to sacrifice me

to attain his ends.

So, if you value your life,

and that of your son,

then I suggest you sign the
documents we have brought with us,

reaffirming the fact that Mercia
is a vassal state of Wessex

and must, in future, pay not only
homage, but also taxes to Wessex

for the privilege.