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I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred.

The battle for influence
threatens to break old alliances.

Edward is acting as if Mercia
is his kingdom and it is not!

Perhaps being so far from
home has clouded your judgment.

Return to Winchester
and all will be well.

As power shifts in Wessex,
Aelswith sees her plans take hold.

I would like to take Aethelstan
to Bedwyn and raise him there.

Make the arrangements. I will
ask Uhtred to accompany you.

Eardwulf's treachery has
been exposed by his sister.

Save yourself.

Without allies, he seeks
those who also desire revenge.

He is the turd who will
help us take Winchester

without a single drop of
Danish blood being shed.

I accepted an offer to rule Mercia.

At long last I strike a bargain
with Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

But I knew of a person more deserving.

As my first act as Lord of Mercia...

I feel I have no choice but
to relinquish the throne...

... in favor of Lady Aethelflaed!

Lady Aethelflaed cannot rule Mercia!

Yet it was not without sacrifice.

I swear that as long as
I hold the Mercian throne,

I will remain chaste.

- Is the Witan agreed?
- Agreed!

Then Lady Aethelflaed, take your throne.

Destiny is all!

I will miss you, Uhtred Ragnarson.

Long live, Lady Aethelflaed!

What is that?

Guards!

Take the priests.

Don't let them kill us.

I've been told you are in charge.

I am not the King.

I'm aware you're not the king.

Would you like to fight or to yield?

Yield.

Lock them up.

- Do we hold the town?
- Soon enough.

We have ripped out the Saxon heart.

So, it begins!

- Ready yourselves.
- Take your positions.

Am I the only one doing any work here?

If I make the fire, I'm
not doing the cooking.

It's such a privilege to set
up camp for Lady Aelswith.

Oh, yes. Edward honors us...

... escorting his mother.

When I arrive at Bedwyn,

I will offer prayers of
thanks on your behalf.

Yet I fear I will not be thankful.

God worked through you, Uhtred. You
did not make your sacrifice alone.

It was no sacrifice, no blood was spilt.

Pyrlig, flint!

Yet you gave what was
most precious to you

to the Mercian people.

And for that, I will always be grateful.

Are you Lady Aelswith's man now?

If you would turn to Christ,

perhaps, I could find a
way to reward you properly.

Then I shall go un-rewarded. I will
not pretend a faith I do not have.

Whilst it is unlikely that
you and I will be friends...

I do now see how you
might be of use to me.

That is indeed touching.

I meant in accomplishing
the work my husband started.

I know now that it
means something to you...

and I thought, if we could
work together, then perhaps...

I cannot be part of your plan. I
have my own children to look to.

What do you intend for the boy?

Nothing. I just want to bring up
Alfred's bloodline, appropriately.

Is that not right, Father Pyrlig?

Uh, that is indeed what you say.

I thought you were not
interested in her plan.

I am not. I've played my part.

The Dane-Slayer is now a Man of Peace.

It is a great pity Alfred
is not here to witness it.

My husband saw things in
Uhtred none of us understood.

Lady, we all understood it. I
think it was just you that didn't.

That will not be
enough. I feel the cold.

Please go and cut some more.

Of course, Lady.

It's her way of showing she likes you.

Yeah.

- How long until we reach Bedwyn?
- With luck by tomorrow,

if we do not keep stopping
on the road to pray.

- Then we will go on to Coccham.
- Mm.

- Is that not good news?
- It is.

I do want to live alongside you, Father.

It's just... Coccham is small.

And peaceful and safe.

Could we not go to Winchester?
We were happy there.

Have those riders been following us?

No. We are just on a trading route.

And what about them?

Lord!

What do they want?

We will see.

Stay calm.

Looks like an ambush.

Most definitely is an ambush.

Uhtred, what a surprise!

I heard you were heading
south, but I didn't believe it.

As ever, the gods are with you.

We were in wait for the King.

But now you will have to do.

What do you want from us, Haesten?

A gift, for my new lord.

And who has this misfortune?

Sigtryggr, the kin of Ivar the Boneless.

A boy without reputation.

Reputation will come.

He has landed from Irland and
he wants all Danes to follow him.

He delivered Brida from
Wealas and she has joined.

She joined with Cnut.

That did not go well for her.

You've sworn to a boy, Haesten.

Indeed. He is young.

But...

he is cunning.

Whilst you played Lord and the Saxons
fought amongst themselves, he...

captured Winchester!

- No!
- Yes! Lady Aelswith, you're going home!

Take the girl, too.

- No.
- You will not fight it!

Huh, I did not know you cared
so much for Alfred's widow.

Come now, Uhtred, we're even. Hm?

You took Cnut's boys from me.
I take these captives from you.

Lord!

Lord!

- Listen to that pig squeal.
- Lord, what do we do?

We have to get out of this alive.

Tie them. Leave them to die, slowly.

Sigtryggr wants you dead.

Then take me to him.

I will be happy to fight him.

And give him the reputation as
the man who killed the Dane-Slayer?

No.

I want that honor to be mine.

I fear it is too soon to leave.

Should you not take the moment
to place your authority in Mercia?

If Eoferwic is vulnerable, we have
an opportunity we cannot waste.

Then I shall come. I cannot
let you take them on alone.

Edward, please, I have the men and
the silver to do this for us both.

You have spent too much time in Mercia

and, as much as my men respect you,
one leader is enough for any army.

It is agreed. I will return to Wessex

and Mercia has a Lady to make her proud.

Thank you.

I promise I will bring
the troops to Winchester

as soon as we have secured
the northern border.

And we will welcome your
men as brothers. I mean it.

We take Eoferwic and our
father's dream is revived.

We banish the Danes within our lifetime.

Oh! I am told this is
a peaceful way to die.

You go into something of a sleep,
like a night with too much ale.

It will give you a
chance to dream, Uhtred.

And how you were finally defeated...

... by the mighty Haesten!

Oh-ho-ho!

Oh!

Oh, such a great warrior, huh?

Here's your sword. Come and retrieve it.

No?

You two, stay here and
report which one dies first.

And if they take too long to
die, slit their throats like hogs.

Yes, Haesten.

Come, we return the Queen to her palace

and finally get to see how much
King Edward really loves his mother.

Calm down, Sihtric.

You will need your energy.

Look at him, stealing from the dead.

Does he not feel rewarded?

It certainly suggests
he does not trust us,

which is probably wise of him.

I do not like him. He is too fawning.

- Yes, he's an arse-licker.
- Hm.

But his word was good
and now we have the prize.

We should make a plan.

A plan for?

How we destroy them...

the town, their holy places...
everything that makes them who they are.

And what makes Edward who he is?

He's not the enemy his father
was, but like all Saxons,

he's made weak by his God.

Hurt their faith and you hurt them.

Start with their dead.

Unbury them. Dig them
up. They will hate that.

- Hm, I think we wait, see how they react.
- And let the Saxons take the lead?

You let them take the lead, they
reveal who their true leaders are.

And then you take those men first.

And then we will be
taking the Dane-Slayer.

And you will get what you want.

Sihtric.

- Sihtric.
- Yes.

Stay awake.

Sihtric! Stay awake!

Okay, look at me. You'll be fine.

Lambs waiting for the slaughter.

Huh?

I'll go.

- Can you reach the knot?
- The ropes are too tight.

Lady?

Orm!

Orm?

Where are you?

Orm?

Orm, where did you go?

Orm?

Orm!

I tried.

- Eadith, quickly! Go to Sihtric.
- All right.

That's it. Release his hands first.

Faster.

Hurry up.

Make him fall, why don't you?

- Thank you! Pyrlig next.
- Is he?

Wake up, Sihtric!

You're safe.

Kill him, Sihtric!

Kill the bastard!

Oh, thank you.

You're an angel.

Coming, Lord.

Move! They cannot have taken them far!

- They've taken the horses, Lord.
- Ah!

We must get to Stiorra!

Lord, they do not know
she's your daughter.

Pyrlig, find Edward. Tell
him what has happened here.

- Yes, Lord.
- We go ahead to Winchester.

They will not take what is
not theirs, not whilst I live!

- Lord!
- What?

Run!

Let's go.

What?

Hm?

I want to strike a bargain.
I am a very rich man.

And?

And I can offer you
more silver than you...

I have lived without
the comfort of silver.

I only want one thing
and that you cannot give.

- What? Perhaps.
- Revenge.

Oh. On whom?

All of you.

I get to Winchester at last.

Do not look on it. It
is not the place I left.

Be under no illusion.
They will murder us.

So, I suggest you say your prayers

and thank the Lord for
the lives you've led.

I will not. I'm not a Christian.

Speak nothing of how we
vanquished the Dane-Slayer.

We collect our reward from Sigtryggr
and leave this place with silver.

Only then do we let it be
known who the true warriors are!

Lady Aelswith.

I'm so happy to see
your family re-united.

I want to speak with whoever leads you.

I lead here.

I mean, the man in charge of this.

Do not insult me.

I am not the one using insults.

But I am giving you a warning.

This incursion will not be tolerated.

My son will burn us all to the ground...

before he concedes one
square of Wessex land.

You are a pack of fools...

unknowingly, you have trapped
yourselves within these walls.

For once, the heathen
are all in one place.

And when the fire comes,
as come it shall...

we will watch your
souls burn as we ascend!

Have her servant girl feed her shit.

Torture me by all
means, but you must know

that she and the boy are Danes.

They were taken, as slaves,
after our victory at Tettanhall.

If you value your
people, take them back.

Who is Sjofn?

Handmaiden of Frigga.

She is half Dane at most.

The monk boy not at all.

Half Dane is enough. Hold
the young woman separately.

She's Uhtred's daughter.
I recognize her.

We met in Mercia when
my sister betrayed me.

I've never seen you before.

Of course, she has his look.
And she is cunning like him.

Find Uhtred. Send him her head.

- No!
- Do it. It will bring him.

It will bring them all
and the end will begin!

What?

I thought you welcomed the fire.

Put the Queen and the others back
where they keep their dead king.

She comes with me.

What is it?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

- Oh, dear God!
- Quick, up on the ramparts.

This does not mean they're dead.

Stiorra's strong. She'll
have kept herself hidden.

Why have they strengthened
their defenses?

They could be preparing for a siege.

- I thought that Danes did not like sieges.
- Yes.

Perhaps Sigtryggr learned
something in Irland.

He's cunning. Maybe he
changes the strategy.

Strategy or not,
there's too many of them.

What if we cannot find a way in?

If Sigtryggr fought the Irish,

he'll know what hard bastards we are

and how we do not give up, even
when it looks completely impossible.

Do not.

I will not harm you. Do not.

I only wish to speak with you.

Answer me truthfully and
I will treat you kindly.

I've heard of men's kindness
and I do not want it.

I am the Dane who took Winchester.

If I wanted to hump a woman,
I would not need to use force.

Who was your mother?

Gisela, sister of
Guthred of Northumbria.

Oh, so we share the same ancestors.

Yet we're not the same.

And where is your home?

Bebbanburg.

A young woman with land in the north.

Our lands were stolen, but my
father will see them restored.

Hm, so, are you one
of us, or one of them?

I'm both!

As are many living here,
two generations, three.

This foolishness of who
is Saxon and who is Dane!

When one side seeks
to destroy the other,

you must choose in order to survive.

Well, I refuse. It's a game for old men.

I won't be held to the
feuds from years ago.

I have no fight with either
side and I will not choose.

It would dishonor either
my father or my mother.

Well, then, I would say this
love of honor makes you a Dane.

The Saxon cares only for
obedience to their God.

Then you know nothing of Saxons.

They treasure honor as much as you do.

Yet they say their god
is the god of peace.

Do you also believe them when they say

their god came back from the dead?

Do you think there could be
peace between Saxon and Dane?

They are new to me. I wish
to understand their ways.

Many would like there to be.

Tell me of your father Uhtred.

Why does he hate us?

- He doesn't.
- Then why does he kill so many of my kin?

Why does he revel in
his title Dane-Slayer?

He doesn't revel in it. He hates it.

You speak like a man who's never killed.

Oh, I have killed, but only Christians.

I would never betray my people.

He's never betrayed anyone.

He was often torn between those
who loved him like their own

and those were his blood.

My mother was a Dane and he loved her.

If Uhtred were intent
on destroying the Danes,

to clean us from the land,
why am I here to speak of it?

- We could enter with those villagers.
- We should do it now then.

If they get that food
in and close the gate.

But, Lord, you are known here.

We're all known here.
This plan will not work.

Someone would betray us in
return for their own safety.

I could go in.

I've not been here.
I will not be noticed.

It is a journey with no quick return.

I can survive a siege.

I will find out where the
captives are being kept

and when you breach the walls, you
will know where to look for them.

That could save them
if it comes to a fight.

Mm.

Uh, you do not have to do this.

No, no, I will.

We will get you provisions.
You cannot go empty handed.

They will close the gates.
There will be no way out.

I know. It will bring them
comfort to know that you are here.

To Wessex.

Both?

- If they are...
- Both my heirs?

Lord, assuming Aelfweard was at
the palace with the Queen, yes.

Why... why did Uhtred not
protect those on the road?

He tried. There were
too many to fight off.

Too many...

Did... did someone betray me?

- Betray, Lord?
- The Danes do not act by stealth!

Lord...

They must have been told we
were absent from Winchester.

Lord, your presence in
Mercia was never hidden.

Are you suggesting it is my fault?

Hm?

That I have failed my people
worse than any king, hm?

That I am more stupid and more
foolish than any who came before me?

Ready my men. Raise the Fyrd!

Raise the Mercian Guard!

Raise the dead for all I care!

Winchester will be retaken!

Perhaps this man was a great
warrior. What do you think?

- I demand you make them stop this!
- Why?

This is clearly wrong!
This is sacrilege!

But I am not a Christian. So?

Please, let these men rest peacefully.

I knew some of them. I
fought alongside them.

I may have abandoned
the Lords of Mercia,

but I never abandoned simple warriors!

So, you lie to yourself,
as well as everyone else!

You do not get to choose
which Saxons you've betrayed.

You've spat on all of them and
now you must watch us do worse.

I have not spat!

I was forced to.

No one forced you. You begged us.

And as I said, I'm not a Christian.

And I'm yet to meet people
who welcome traitors.

So, be glad these men are dead,

so they can't witness what
you've become a part of.

Go.

Here.

I will never forgive this.

And I will never forgive the
king. If he had not abandoned...

Cnut and Sigtryggr would have
joined and the threat we face

would be double. Do you think that...

Hello.

Tell me, you're far too young

and too noble looking
to be a servant to her,

so, why were you traveling
with the Lady Aelswith?

I'm to be educated at Bedwyn.

She must like you very much.

My name is Lord
Aethelhelm. What's yours?

I've been told not to answer that.

You can tell me.

The king's my friend.

Aethelstan?

Is that your name?

No.

I think it could be.

Why have you brought the
King's bastard to Wessex?

Because the King has asked me to.

The king would not do that.

The child has no more status
than any son of a whore.

Well, perhaps you do not
know his wishes as I do!

If we escape this, it will be righted.

But you will not escape this.

So, I suggest you focus
on your account with God.

And perhaps you should reflect on
your anger towards a poor child.

Aethelstan, come.

Look on your grandfather, King Alfred.

He was as strong as this stone...

but his eyes were very warm and bright.

His intelligence shone through
him, as it shines through you.

Danes come for us to
prise us from our God.

In those times, we hold steadfast
to our Lord and do not buckle.

We may not survive this...

but our kingdom will and
that is all that matters.

Our sense of history is who we are.

It is how God separated
us from the animals.

And I will not be treated as an animal.

Have we sent Eadith to her death?

I do not think so.

What now, then?

We have to wait for Edward.

Oh, come on!

Since when do we sit on our
arses waiting for royalty?

Since a boy with no reputation

came out of nowhere and
took the biggest prize.

Do you think I want to wait
here when my daughter's within?

If they discover who she
is, they will kill her.

So, act now, Lord, before it's too late.

Take them on with swords?

I do not yet know how
to win against him.

Hey, what happened to the man
who always ran into battle?

I lost Beocca in my haste at Bebbanburg.

Understand if I try to
find a more cautious path.

Hm.

I'll be quiet.

I'm an arseling.

We care for the people within.

It puts us at a disadvantage.

I've been drinking ale.

I know.

What do you want?

To kill someone, I think.

Someone or myself, one of the two.

Sigtryggr wants me as a hostage.

I am of use to him alive.

Oh, don't be fooled.

He's playing with you.

Unlike myself, he's a
man bereft of conscience.

Then don't anger him by killing me.

If you want favor amongst the Danes...

I don't want favor amongst the Danes!

Making a bargain with them was
madness. I can see that now.

I will suffer whatever I choose.

So, I might as well take pleasure
in a small scrap of vengeance.

I have done nothing to you.

Your father turned my sister from me.

Your father, Lady Aethelflaed,
the King, all of them,

stole my chance to regain my honor.

Pushed my face in the dirt

when all I wanted was to
take back what was owed.

Do you know what it is
to live your life derided?

To be forced to turn from
your people to survive?

Do you know what that does to a man?

Turns him into a drunk?

Do not mock me.

Then don't be pitiful.

All this you brought upon
yourself. You know that.

Is this how we play now?

We strike those weaker than ourselves?

Go on. I like this game.

- She's defiant and she does not fear me.
- Is that how Saxons are controlled?

I don't understand you.

In Saxon lands, are people
subdued through fear?

- Are not all people subdued by fear?
- Was this how Alfred thrived?

- Yes.
- No! Alfred was loved!

Look at how they honor him.

And what of your Lord Aethelred

whom you abandoned to
choose a life with me?

Aethelred was loved and feared.

Not by you. You killed him in his bed.

It's why he ran from Mercia.

- Is this true?
- No, why would you believe a captive girl?

You lie worse than a child.

So, you killed the man whom
you'd sworn allegiance to?

I knew there was something
untrustworthy about you.

I brought you here. You can
trust me. I've proved it.

And how should I rule here?

By fear?

Or by love?

I would always choose fear.

Sigtryggr, please! No.

Sigtryggr.

Arse-licker, did you fall in the shit?

They cut off your tongue.

- What did he do?
- He works to his own plan.

We need to be of one
mind when the time comes.

He's playing with you.

The man is cold, but he
will make a show of mercy.

I've come to know him.

We take this place
because we seek a homeland!

We work as one to
achieve this common good!

When we fight...

we fight with one heart
to terrify the Saxons!

But we do not succumb to anger.

And at all times we are
united, unlike our forebears...

the men who tried and failed.

Ubba, Bloodhair, Cnut...

all taken in anger, as they
tried to pursue their own glory.

This is the way of the old generation.

And there is no longer a place for it.

This man...

This man...

is a man of ambition.

There's nothing wrong with that.

We should all have ambition.

But he works only for
himself and his own desires.

And this ambition...

is a poison...

a poison that has the power to seep!

And we must not

- let his venom spread amongst us.
- Yes.

So, let this man's
fate serve as a warning,

for the danger of anger and ambition.

No.

No, no, no, please, please, please.

I can't die, please.

Please spare this repentant
sinner, God. Please!

Forgive me for I...

Forgive my sins, so that my
soul can be saved, Lord God.

Have mercy!

Who weeps for you?

Who has this faith?

She's a whore I once knew.

She is nothing. Discard her.

You dare speak against the greatest
warriors who ever walked this land?

- Huh?
- If they were the greatest...

then where are they now?

Psst!

What are you doing?

I was asked to bring
food to the captives.

You are almost convincing.

I think...

... you could be his sister.

Eardwulf was not a man of lust

and he spoke of no one
else who cared for him.

Are you not the woman who
humped Aethelred for silver?

I do not know who you speak of.

- Come.
- Where are you taking me?

Somewhere Sigtryggr won't find you.

You do not want to suffer
your brother's fate.

Is that our chance to get in?

Perhaps, if they have
more dead to bring out.

Finan, move!

Send word to Sigtryggr!

Charge down those gates!
Show them the face of death!

Show them no fear!

It makes no sense.

Dismount!

Archers ready!

Let's take back what is rightfully ours!

- That way to the walls.
- Archers.

We have to stop them, Lord,
before it gets them all killed!

Stain the ground with their blood!

Pull back!

Pull back!

Stop! Hold with your king!

Men are coming from every
corner of the Saxon kingdom!

By dawn tomorrow, you
will be surrounded!

Surrender now and avoid being massacred!

Up shield!

- Build the shield wall!
- Move, move, move!

Lord King!

Lord King! Hold back.
Sigtryggr fights another way.

We need a better plan.

Do you surrender?

Do nothing.

The walls will hold. The
fool built them strong.

Listen to me! Do not do this!

- Attack!
- No!

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