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Tell me what it is you want.

Are you unhappy?

Do you think the gods
have cheated you?

I want my old position back.

I was never meant
to be a servant,

a slave, a friend.

I am bitter and I am angry.

Everything I had,
everything I possessed,

everything that I was

has been stripped away from me.

And my anger is like a stone...

A stone that I carry
inside me that...

Weighs me down.

I cannot lift it.

In some ways,
you are still fortunate.

Ragnar could have had you killed

at the same time
as your husband.

I am supposed to be eternally
grateful to my husband's killer?

I ask you once more
why you have come here

if you do not think I can
offer you any comfort.

I want to know,

will the gods ever
smile on me again?

The gods will always
smile on brave women,

like the Valkyries,

those furies who
men fear and desire.

You'll have to forgive
the poverty of the feast.

It has been a hard winter.

We had to burn
our own grain stores

to rid ourselves of Jarl Borg.

So I heard.

Tell us, Erlendur,

what happened in
England after we left?

We were betrayed by King Ecbert.

We made contact and

your Christian friend Athelstan arranged
for further talks, or so he said.

In retrospect, I wonder
who's side he was really on.

In any case,
the trickster was at work.

Ecbert never meant to
honor his promises to you.

We were betrayed,
taken by surprise.

There was a great slaughter.

Erlendur and I barely
escaped with our lives.

What about Athelstan?

Where is he now?

If he is fortunate,
he died in battle.

In any case,
let's not speak of him.

He was a worthless individual.

Poor Athelstan.

My sister and I grew to love
him when we were children.

He fooled you,
young Bjorn.

He never denounced his
Christian God.

He was our enemy.

We should rejoice at his death.

So... What do you
intend on doing now?

What do you think, Ragnar?

I intend on gaining
revenge on King Ecbert.

We should plan a raid
as soon as possible.

I would be very
happy to take part in it.

King Ecbert should
certainly be punished.

I agree.

We should return to Wessex.

But first, Jarl Borg
must pay the price

for what he did to my
family and to our people.

Forgive me, master.

No, it doesn't matter.

I understand,
completely,

and if I were you,
I would feel the same way.

But we must remember our
agreement and what it was for.

We would sail west to raid and to colonize.
That was your dream, Ragnar,

and I have come to share it.

But now we have neither
the men nor the ships

to realize our dreams.

What are you saying?

I think we should
go back to Jarl Borg.

He is licking his wounds. He is
no longer as strong as he was.

And, yet, we need him.

We cannot go west
without his ships.

And so, once again,

we should ask him
to join our alliance.

Don't listen to him.

But who should go to Jarl Borg?

I think it should be you, Rollo.

After all, you know
him better than anyone.

What do you think?

Farewell, my love.

I will pray to Thor that
he grant you safe passage.

Throw that.

May you have success, Rollo,
for the sake of all of us.

Man your stations.

Stores aboard.

All the men aboard!

Rollo.

Try the sail then.

I, too, wish you well.

Those words mean
a lot coming from you.

They were hard to say.

Now they are said.

Cast away!

Ready the oars!

It has an unusual taste, wine.

But then, you're
an unusual woman, Siggy.

You don't like wine?

It's horrible.

The finer things in life
are an acquired taste.

I hope you do not mind I
brought my son with me?

I want him to start to
understand the game.

The game?

The game you and I play.

The game Ragnar tries to play.

Are you sure it is a game?

Why do you invite
me to your bed?

Why do you tell me
things about Ragnar?

Everything I do, I do for Rollo.

And not for yourself?

If Rollo rises, I rise also.

And you need my help.

Well, what do you think,

King Horik?

And what would you do, Sissy,

for my continued
and active support?

My son is ignorant of the game

and strangely ignorant
of other things as well.

He's only been with a few
women, and they were nothing...

Slaves, girls.

I want him to
enjoy the attentions

of an experienced, free woman.

Erlendur, come.

She sees a hall
more fair than the sun,

thatched with gold, at Gimle.

There shall the gods
in innocence dwell,

and live forever
a life of bliss.

Why don't we have poets
here anymore?

Poets to entertain us.

Sing to us.

Make us laugh.

I remember when this great hall
was always full of laughter.

Laughter and good fellowship.

You can see
it in her eyes.

My wife has returned to me.

That's good.

She went without my permission.

But, as you can all see, she has
come back, and I love her for it.

After all, what man
wouldn't be pleased

at the return of such a wife?

Skal.

Skal!

Skal, husband.

Unfortunately, you left
my stepson behind.

It's time to leave.

Gerta, take my hand.
Come. Come.

He wanted to stay
with his father.

He's old enough to decide.

Is it not enough
that I came back?

No, it's not enough,
my dear wife,

it's... It's not enough.

Of course it's not enough.
It's an insult to me.

What else could I have done?

His father is Ragnar Lothbrok.

Who is this Ragnar Lothbrok?

Nothing but a windbag,
an opportunist.

A man so bloated
with self-importance

he pretends to be
descended from Odin!

He doesn't need to
pretend anything.

Now I know for sure why
you went to defend him.

Not to repulse a foreign
invader, as you lied to me,

but because you're still
in love with him.

You're still in love
with Ragnar Lothbrok,

aren't you, wife?

You can sleep alone tonight.

I have made other arrangements.

Master, can I help you?

I was going to ask
you the same question.

Those buckets look very heavy.

I'm used to it.

What is your name?

Porunn.

Sit a moment.

I have to finish my work.

It is all right.

Where do you sleep?

In that barn

with the other
servants and animals.

Do you... have a boyfriend?

Of course!

I must finish my work.

She is
remarkably good looking.

If you say so.

Why do you let Horik
decide everything?

Can you really
forgive Jarl Borg?

Do you know how much I
suffered because of him?

How much your son suffered?

Yes, I know.

But you do nothing about it!

By insulting and humiliating me,

he insulted and humiliated you.

My father never would
have allowed such a thing.

He would have been revenged.

Your father cannot
do too much now,

being dead.

What is wrong?

You are quite safe.

Where is he?

Sit down.

What is that?

The skull of my first wife.

She continues to advise me.

Is that fair to her?

So... Your brother wants me
to come and fight for him?

He wants to rebuild
the original alliance

between himself,
King Horik, and you.

He believes that,
in our small countries,

cooperation is
the only way forward.

So, he does not
want revenge upon me?

After all, I invaded his lands.

Men like you and I will
always look for revenge.

Ragnar looks beyond.

Then he is a most
extraordinary man indeed.

As forgiving as a Christian!

He is also a practical man.

He and King Horik
have lost a lot of men.

They need you to help them raid.

What do
you say, my love?

You think I should go?

She thinks I should go.

Torvi, bring some mead.

Yes, Jarl Borg.

You and I must drink to this
most unexpected

but not unwelcome event.

My wife will join us.

Pour it in here.

Skal.

Skal.

You have a great
gift, Athelstan.

I believe it is a...
A divine gift.

Thank you, sire.

I thought I might
have forgotten, but...

I love these materials.

Brushes, the paints, the colors.

I had not appreciated
how much I missed my work.

The pagans have nothing like it?

No. They have no art.

They can neither read nor write,

except for their carved runes.

Hmm.

And their gods?

Uh, Odin and Thor and Freyr.

How strange you
must have found them.

In some ways, yes.

In other ways...

In other ways?

Their gods are very old.

And sometimes I could not help
noticing some similarities

with our own God, and his son.

For example, their god, Odin,

whom they call the All-father,
the god of gods,

wanted to discover
what it was like to die.

So, according to their
stories and traditions,

Odin hung himself from a tree

and a pagan servant stabbed
him in his side with a spear,

just like the Romans
did to Christ.

Come with me.

Tell me honestly.

What do you
think of these works?

I find them indescribably
beautiful.

But they are clearly pagan.

You are only a monk, Athelstan,

and yet, somehow,
I begin to trust you.

I feel you...

You are a kindred spirit.

Who? Who painted
these images?

What race of man
was ever so glorious

that they filled
our world with such,

as you say,
indescribable beauty?

I have been told, sire,

that you served at the court

of the emperor Charlemagne,

which I have also visited.

I cannot imagine, therefore,

that you do not
know what I know.

That these images were
painted by the Romans.

They conquered these
lands a long time ago.

They conquered the whole world.

But they were pagans.
They worshipped false gods.

Never speak of our conversation
to any other man here.

Nobody else would understand it.

They would fear it.

They accept
an interpretation

that a race of giants
once lived here.

And that we have
nothing to do with them.

The fact is, Athelstan,

we have lost more knowledge
than we ever had!

These Romans knew things
that we will never know.

Their pagan gods allowed
them to rule the world.

And what is the lesson that
we can learn from that?

What do you want, master?

Forgive me.
I just came to listen.

You won't like our music.

It's rough.

I would still like to stay.

That is, if you allow it.

Monk, my father
desires to see you.

Father's waiting for you
behind this door.

Come and see.

Look around.

You thought those paintings
were all that there was.

But of all Roman things,
these are the most precious.

Tales of the Caesars.

The fall and ruin
of Roman Britain.

Tales of emperors and empires...

It's the stuff of
dreams, Athelstan.

It's the very fabric of dreams.

You can read them, of course.

Yes. Yes, I can
read them.

Good. That is why
I've chosen you.

What do you mean?

Well, I've chosen you to be
the guardian of these books

and their secrets.

I want you to copy them.

You speak Latin, not many do.

Your job will be to
preserve these works

and these... Fragments,

for all eternity.

But if you ever tell
anyone about them,

I will let them crucify you.

I hope you were telling
me the truth, Rollo.

Why don't you ask her?

Jarl Borg.

Please.

Earl Ragnar Lothbrok,

can I say, in all honesty,

you're a greater man than I am.

I know I don't deserve the
chance you have given me

to raid and work with you,

but I swear on my ring,

from henceforth,
you've no reason

to doubt my loyalty,

or my commitment
to our common cause.

If we are being honest,

I can tell you that
it was King Horik

who argued for a renewal
of our alliance.

As you can imagine,

I was not, at first,
enthusiastic.

But then...
Then I realized

what could be
gained by inviting you.

We have much to gain
if we work together,

and a lot to lose if we don't.

Even I can see that now.

Torstein.

Yes, My Lord.

Put Jarl Borg's men in the
barn which the servants use.

And treat them with respect.

Of course, My Lord.

Thank you.

Siggy.

I never once for a moment

imagined Ragnar
would take my advice

and invite Jarl Borg
to rejoin our alliance.

As I told you,
Ragnar is different.

Whatever you think he will do,

he will always do the opposite.

And I wanted to thank you

for what you did for my son.

You made him a man.

Do not ask me to do
it for your other sons.

I am not a whore.

No. Just for me.

Can you keep a secret?

No.

What's the matter
with you, my love?

You don't talk, you don't smile.

My love, you must
do better than this.

You know something?

My wife has got the
most beautiful breasts.

I keep telling her,

but she doesn't believe me.

She has the most beautiful
breasts in the world.

They're like Freya's breasts.

The breasts of a goddess.

Let me show you.

The giant king's
servants

carried a trencher into the hall

and set it down
before the throne.

They heaped it with
hunks of chopped meat,

and it reminded Thor that
rather too long had gone by

since they had last eaten.

Thor was so hungry!

A chair was provided for Loki
at one end of the trencher,

and for Logi at the other.

At the word from
the giant king,

they both began to eat.

They gobbled and consumed and...

Each of them ate as
fast as they could,

edging their chair forward,

and they met at
the middle of the trencher.

Loki had eaten
every scrap of meat

and left nothing but the bones.

Where are you going?

But Logi had not
only eaten the meat,

he had eaten the bones
and the trencher as well.

I think Logi won.

Who is it?

Yes, I can see,
and I see an eagle.

I see that an eagle
hovers over you.

But I also see that you
yourself are the eagle.

"I would say,"
proclaimed the giant king,

"that Loki is the loser."

Hush, Ubbe.
Hvitserk is nearly asleep.

Now you go to sleep.

I don't want to.

Why not?

Because whenever you dream,

you never know what
is going to happen.

What's happening?

What?

All you folk in the barn.

If you want to live,
stay silent.

Nothing will happen to you.

No!
No! Fire!

- Let us out!
- Let us out!

Where have you been?

Here and there.
Up and down.

Where is Bjorn? He is
supposed to be with you.

I don't know, Rollo.

Let's go.

It is fine, come.

You can sleep here.

No, I can't.

Of course you can.
Why not?

This is your place.
I cannot sleep here.

Well, don't you want to?

What does it matter
what I want to do?

Well, what if I ordered
you to stay here?

Then I would have to
heed your command.

I don't want to order you.

I want you to
choose to stay here.

Is this what you
want? Master?

Good evening, Jarl Borg.

I told you...

I always look for revenge.

No!

Not necessary.

What is all the commotion?

lam sorry,

that the ambiance of
Kattegat has awoken you.

What is the cause of this?

In here!

- Is he dead?
- No, no, no.

He's not dead... Yet.

Why have you done this?

Did you really think that I
could ever forgive this man

for threatening
to kill my family?

So, what will you do now?

Since you consort with eagles,

I will draw a blood eagle
on your back.

No.

And your ribcage

will spring apart.

No.

Yes.

Like wings.