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Loose!

If we live, Heahmund, so be it.

We might find some happiness in Midgard.

But if we die, I doubt I shall see you again.

For you would be in your heaven

which is not part of this world, I think.

I have no intention of dying.

Not today.

Not yet.

I'm not ready.

You still think it's up to you whether you live or die?

Yes.

I think I might die this day.

No.

Kiss me a last time.

Now I can die.

Loose!

What are you thinking of?

I'm thinking I think many things, Ivar.

Hmm.

I thought,

that you might be thinking about Gladsheim...

...where Valhalla

is vast and gold bright.

It might've crossed my mind.

Its roof is made out of shields and its rafters of spears.

Breast plates litter the benches.

The War Father feeds his wolves,

Freki and Geri, with hunks of meat.

The wine is always enough for Odin's own needs.

Every morning,

his two ravens, Huginn and Muninn,

are loosed and they fly over Midgard,

in search for wisdom.

I always fear that Thor may fail to wing his way home.

But my fear for memory is greater.

What do you fear most, dear brother?

The loss of thought or memory?

My thoughts and memories seem to be the same.

Every time I think,

I always remember the day I jumped out of Ubbe's ship.

But you didn't jump.

The gods pushed you.

Don't take it away from me.

I wasn't pushed, I decided to do it.

And I think you still regret it.

I have no regrets.

Except I don't have any children.

But then again, Ivar, you and me are in the same boat, huh?

Nonsense.

- I will have children. - Oh.

And my children will populate the earth.

Yeah. Sure.

Ivar.

Ivar!

I'm anxious about the battle. I am sorry.

You're sorry?

I'm sorry you jumped ship.

It was a mistake.

I know you have regretted it ever since.

And isn't that true, huh, poor Hvitserk?

- Maybe sometimes. - "Maybe sometimes"?

I thought that perhaps you jumped ship because you loved me.

But, of course, you didn't.

How could you ever love me?

Are you ready?

The war drum sounds.

You don't understand.

I'm sorry you jumped ship.

It was a mistake.

I know you have regretted it ever since.

Isn't that true, huh, poor Hvitserk?

Father?

Father.

I heard you singing with your brother.

This must be hard for you.

Let me tell you something.

I owe my brother so much.

But I owe you far more.

You took me on a great adventure.

You showed me that life has

more to offer than fighting for land,

or for worthless glory,

against your own Viking brothers.

And if I have to die today, then so be it.

I'm ready for Valhalla.

At least I know life has taught me something.

You have taught me

something.

Thank you.

I didn't want to kill you, brother.

This is life

and this is death, brother.

I will see you in Valhalla.

I will see you in Valhalla.

See you in Valhalla.

This one is dead.

Soon they will all be dead.

Cut my hair.

- But you always say that... - I know.

That I would never cut my hair

until the woman of my dreams married me.

But, now,

the woman of my dreams has married me.

So, please,

my wife,

my beloved, my queen,

cut my hair.

Cut it.

Please, tell me your sorrow.

I can't.

Sorry.

I think I might die this day.

No.

Now I can die.

Guthrum!

No!

Whoa, there.

Lagertha! Daughter!

I was afraid.

There's no need to be afraid.

The gods look after us.

Thor will take care of you.

Thor will take care of you always.

Astrid.

Astrid, stop.

I don't want to kill you.

You have to kill me.

Why?

Otherwise, we will kill you.

You helped me.

You didn't betray me.

I know you love me.

There's no use, Lagertha.

I have to die.

I cannot have this child.

Child?

It's done.

Your poor child.

May Freya lift you up

and take you gently to her hall.

It's no more than you deserve, sweet Astrid.

We always played this when we were young.

Farewell, brother.

Now go and take the rest of your family with you.

Sorry.

I know your sadness.

I lost my only child.

And then my wife.

And I have ached with an endless sad longing.

I don't suppose it lasted that long.

You had a lot to do.

A lot of people to fool!

I didn't want to fool you.

I wanted to give you the chance to share a life in this new and amazing world.

That was my sole desire.

But please listen to me.

Even in your anguish,

don't think of revenging the death of your son.

It was an accident.

It shouldn't have happened. We all believe that.

But if you are set on revenge,

then you will set in motion a cycle of killing that will never end.

And whatever hopes and dreams

we might harbor and share of a new beginning,

of a different world...

I beg you, Eyvind.

You have as much invested in this world as I have.

And your son lies in its soil.

I will make you lawgiver here.

You will have your power and authority.

But only on one condition.

That we never return to the cycle of death and revenge

that has blighted and disfigured all our lives before.

What do you say?

I don't want to forget.

I don't want to forget why I'm really going into battle this day.

Archers!

Loose!

They are dying.

I have seen it.

As I foresaw.

As I foresuffered.

Ragnar's death would lead to calamities and horrors beyond measure.

Beyond imagining.

Pity the sons of Ragnar.

Watching these events,

even the gods weep.

- I came to ask you... - I know what you came for, Margrethe,

slave woman.

Will my husband, Ubbe, rule Kattegat?

No.

Will I be Queen?

No.

You don't know everything.

No.

I have Bjorn's two children in my care.

If I killed them, Ubbe would be closer to the crown.

Yes, that's true.

Then why do you say that Ubbe will not be King?

I said he would not be King of Kattegat.

Then what?

I don't want to be dug up from the wet earth anymore.

Especially by mad people.

You think I'm mad?

I don't think anything.

I know.

And what is the problem with that?

Perhaps the mad will inherit the earth.

Soon, you'll get to live

in Valhalla with your brave and great father, Jarl Borg.

Archers!

Let your arrows fall on them like rain!

Kill them.

Loose!

Go!

Retreat!

What is it?

Ketill Flatnose.

Your son, Thorgrim, is dead.

Ah, Lagertha.

Don't be a coward.

Come and fight me.

Come and fight me.

Oh, I know.

I know only too well what happens next.

This is not right.

This is not how I imagined everything.

But no doubt I am a fool.

I was always called a fool.

And now I have proved it.

We have failed the gods.

We have behaved like humans.

They gave us every opportunity

to be better people, and we have all failed.

There's only one way to stop our settlement from descending into chaos.

We must offer a sacrifice which will mean something.

A sacrifice which will give us a second chance.

I am the builder.

I am responsible for all of this.

I see now I must be held to account.

Therefore...

I offer myself as that sacrifice.

Margrethe?

Where are my children?

Margrethe?

Where are my children?

Gather your things. We must leave Kattegat.

We don't have long.

Ivar will be here shortly enjoying his triumph.