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UHTRED: I am Uhtred,
son of Uhtred.

I was born a Saxon Lord,

but raised as a Dane,
until the eve of my
sister's wedding,

when my family were murdered.

(GRUNTS)

I am a warrior,

but when the Danes attacked

Alfred's stronghold
of Winchester,

all a man could do was run.

Some faster than others,
including my enemy,
Young Odda.

And so, Guthrum
took Winchester.

Aethelwold pledged his
allegiance to the Danes.

Though Guthrum still
feared Alfred's God.

I could only hope
my now distant wife
and child would be safe.

We had no choice but to hide,
and pray for a miracle.

Iseult, my virgin queen,
saved the King's son,

but at a cost
only she could see.

She gave Alfred strength.

With the King alive and well,
there is hope for Wessex.

Destiny is all.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

-Agreed, we've fired a good
number of ships...
-Fleet.

A fleet.

But in the meantime,

we've left hundreds of Danes
stranded in Wessex,
with no means of leaving.

Wulfhere, I do not
believe their intention
was to ever leave.

UHTRED: And in a few months,
there will be more ships,

more men.
Now is the time to fight.

WULFHERE: To fight with what?

We're without an army
and the Danes will
number thousands.

Men are out there, Wulfhere,
and they are waiting.

-What they need is the call.
-WULFHERE: Indeed. But...

Lord,

what if I suggest,
we escort you to Frankia...

That will not happen,
I will not hide.

Not here, nor in Frankia.

WULFHERE: But my...
ALFRED: I have prayed
daily for guidance.

The only way I see to save
Wessex is with what
we have begun.

One defining battle.

ALFRED: We shall be leaving
the marshes.

Courage and faith.

ALL: Amen.

Amen.

It will not be recorded
that King Alfred was a weak,

frail man,

in mind, body and soul,

unfit to be called king.

-Nothing of what
you say is true.
-But it would become true.

Never.

And you, my love,
will remain here.

If I fail, you must go
to Frankia.

Not without you...

You must save and protect
our children.

For me.

There can be no other country
but England.

No other wife but Aelswith.

Father Beocca.

Father, I'm not saying
that I know everything.

But the King must continue
to trust me.

The arrival of Asser
may change him.

The arrival of Brother Asser
has given him strength.

Brother's not a warrior.
Now is the time for warriors.

I never thought I'd say it,
we need Odda the Younger.

He commands
the largest fyrd.

He's the beginning
of our army.

That is where we are headed.

Uhtred, I will do
everything I can to help.

I will be at your side.

I'll be a flea
in Alfred's ear.

Thank you.

Your father would be
a proud man.

As am I.

I shall ready my men
and by tomorrow
have horses waiting.

Uhtred.

Do you believe the Danes
can be defeated?

I'll see you across
the water, Ealdorman Wulfhere.

You will.

-Why don't you take it?
-What do you mean? It's mine.

(ARGUMENT CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

Aethelcod, Aethelcod,
my friend.

A man who would be
King of Wessex.

Thank you. Thank you
for coming to see me.

-It is Aethelwold, my Lord.
-Yes, please, sit down,
sit down.

So, I want you

to tell me
everything you know

about Alfred.

I've told you, Lord,
he thinks with his dick.
(CHUCKLES)

He can barely keep
his britches on. (CHUCKLES)

-Hear the question, boy.
-Not everybody enjoys a fool.

Alfred,

though he may be afflicted
by pain, he's as strong
a man as you will find.

He's also as clever a man
as you will find.

I was ready to have him
as my advisor until
he stole my crown.

His strength, Lord, I believe
comes from his faith.

(SNICKERS)

His... From God.
(CHUCKLES)

Do you believe

in this God?

I believe in myself.

Why did Alfred
steal the crown?

For silver or to be
a stronger king to the people?

No. Um...

Yes, in part.

Which is it?

Unfairly, I was not seen
as a man to follow, by some.

I was not a man to fight
Danes, it was said.

And which is true because
I know the Danes will win.
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Yeah, whereas Alfred,
Alfred believes
that he can win.

-Even now?
-Yes.

Yeah, he is wrong, of course.
But, but, but his faith,
you know,

that God will not desert him,

will make him believe
that he will win.

Then you have to kill him.

I must kill him?

Who else?

The King Aethelcod, can
walk into Alfred's camp

and be welcomed as a friend.

Shh-shh.

Wulfhere and his men.

God! Stay...
Stay away!

I have skills.

Put that piece
of tin away, boy.

Oh, thank Christ,
you're English.

I thought you're one of them.

What with the hair.

Where's
the Ealdorman Wulfhere?

Gone, Lord.

I'm Halig.

-I take care of the horses.
-Gone where?

I'm thinking on it, Lord,
he did not say.

-I thought you would know.
-Wulfhere, where is he?

He's gone, Lord.

My Lord.

He has gone where?

He didn't say.

-He's left you horses, Lord.
-We keep moving.

Without Wulfhere?

Our plan doesn't change.
We make our way
to Odda's estate.

We cannot use the Roman roads.

We can make our way
to my farmstead.

And from there, across
covered ground to Odda's.

And that is the safest path.

-Leofric.
-It is, Lord.

Let's return to the others.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

There is pain here for you,
my love.

-Do you know them?
-Tenants.

(CHICKEN CLUCKING)

No.

(GRUNTING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SOBBING)

We shall bury the dead.

And pray for their souls.

When you are ready,
I would like to say a prayer
for Uhtred, son of Uhtred.

I will search for Mildrith.

She may be dead and unburied.

Uhtred? No, no...

She has buried
your son with care.

And she has left this place.

It's no longer home
for her any more.

Believe me.

-(SOBBING)
-Your tears on the earth will
show him that you loved him.

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

Lord, may I ask
what you're writing?

The first of many letters.

Each will say the same.

The men of Wessex
and beyond shall gather
at Egbert's Stone,

and together we will fight.

When you send out
your messengers, Lord,

might I suggest that you hand
them the letters personally.

Perhaps place a hand
on their shoulder.

I will embolden them,
I'm sure.

Thank you, Beocca.

I will do that.

You know I did this to you?

When I saved the King's son.

-You did not.
-(CRYING) I knew
an innocent would die.

I'm tired of being like this.

I've seen too much.

I know too much.

I want to see no more.

ODDA: Mildrith?

Mildrith!

(SHOUTING) Mildrith!

Lord!
You should be resting.

-You should all be resting.
-I'm tired of resting.

I spent too many days
doing nothing.

Then at least sit before
you become unsteady.

-Where's my wife?
-She's resting, Lord.

My son?

-He is away, Lord.
-Still?

Important business,
demands time.

It is not a betrayal?

No, it is not, Lord.

Look what I've done
to you, child.

-I'm content enough, Lord.
-Look what God has done
to you.

You deserve
so much more than...

Than the clothes of a nun.

I have purpose, Lord.

My child is with God.

-Hmm...
-And I'm close to God.

There is joy in my days,
at times.

Do not fear the Danes.

You will be protected.

My son will ensure that.

You are Earl Skorpa.

You are here to surrender
and not waste my time.

-I'm here to negotiate.
-Surrender and you will live.

Talk too much
and I will kill you.

Of all the Ealdormen
of Wessex,

I am the man
who can assemble
the greatest fyrd.

The greatest army.

I now have to make a choice
whether to side with Guthrum
or with Skorpa.

One Dane looks much like
the other to me.

I'm occupying your land.

Why should I not
simply crush you?

Accept my invitation.

Eat with myself
and with my father,

and I will tell you
all about my land,

the range of my influence.

I'm sure an agreement
can be reached.

Neither of us
need lose any men.

Neither of us need
be weakened.

Eat and drink

at my home.

I assure you,
this is no trap.

I will arrive at your home
after the new moon.

I shall expect you.

Then we have peace,
at least for a time?

Oh, we do.

You have lost much.

Fathers, mothers,

a son,

lovers.

I have you.

I have a brother.

-Ragnar.
-Yes.

Your sister, Thyra.

Yes.

She is alive?

No, she is dead.

In the fire.

Mildrith, she lives,

and is being held
in the North.

It is the truth.

Skorpa told me.

I thought at first it could
be a lie to torment you.

Hearing it from me
would have made it true.

But now I know
that it is true.

She lives.

You've seen it?

Yes. I've seen her.

But I will see her no more.
The gift is fading.

When this battle is done,
your true path leads North.

It will be time
to face your past.

And you'll be with me.

Always.

Lord,

if God's help
is required,

how could be look
favourably upon Uhtred?
A non-believer.

(SIGHS)

God is good.

Yes, Lord. But in following
the heathen, what does that
say about our beliefs?

Death could be waiting
over the very next hill

and it would be Uhtred,
who stands in its way.

I have no doubt.
The Dane will always
protect his plunder.

The King is our value.

He's here to protect the King,
something neither you or I
could do.

He's a man without a soul.

Then I will be his soul, Lord.
I will pray for him.

I will ride beside him always
and into battle.

I will be his conduit to God.

And if you fall in battle?

With the help of your prayers,
Brother, I shall become
invincible, I'm sure.

Brother Asser,

I should like you
to be the first of
my messengers.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Morning.

Sleep well?

He means did you hump well.

I know what he means.

Sleep well, then, eh?

ALFRED:
If I may speak to you all.

Though we are yet to complete
the first segment
of our journey,

to Odda's estate,
it is important we begin
the second.

Word of our army's gathering
point must be dispatched

to the further reaches
of our land.

Brother Asser here will be
my first messenger.

-Alec.
-Yes, Lord.

You will also be my voice.

I will, Lord.

-And me, Lord.
-Hild?

Lord, she is a woman.

I'm as good a horseman
as anyone here.

If it means more Danes
will die then I'll do it.

Yes, Hild.

You will.

Your horses belong to whom?

To Lord Odda.

-You will let us pass?
-You selling or buying?

Selling. To the Danes.

There is a peace.

-Did you not know?
-That Odda has made a peace?

No, I did not.

Odda is loyal.

We shall see for ourselves
what is true.

Lord, you should remain
out of sight until we can
be sure of your safety.

ALFRED: Odda is not a danger.

UHTRED: But
who sits with Odda.

-I will not hide.
-Lord, please.
Hear the advice.

You are a symbol of Wessex.
You are the standard around
which your army will gather.

You cannot be put at risk.

(ALFRED INHALES DEEPLY)

Very well.

I must see this
with my own eyes.

-Lord, that is
not advisable...
-I've made up my mind.

If there is treachery,
it is something
I must witness.

-Then I will go with you.
-I do not require
a nursemaid.

-I am a priest.
-And I a king.

You'll wait here with Iseult.

I am aware of the care
I need to take.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Nuns should not be so pretty
nor have lips that demand
to be kissed.

I see you agree.

-When is it you are leaving?
-When I'm rested, Lord.

Lord. (INAUDIBLE)

ODDA: What is it?
Have the Danes arrived?

YOUNG ODDA:
Leofric. He's outside.

Then bring him inside,
he is our man.

He is with Uhtred.

YOUNG ODDA:
Bring them both to me.

YOUNG ODDA: Leofric, Uhtred!
My prayers have been
answered.

God is good.

Lords, it is good to see you
both safe and well.

Leofric.

-You're home.
-Where in God's name
have you been?

Hiding, Lord.
And killing Danes.

Hopefully not on my land.

UHTRED: We've been sent
by the King. We bring orders
from the King.

-What king is that?
-King Alfred?

-Who else, Lord?
-YOUNG ODDA: Wessex
it seems, is full of kings.

There is Guthrum,
who is King of East Anglia,
who now sits in Winchester.

There is Aethelwold here,
who will tell

anyone who cares
to listen that he is king.

Where will it end?

-I've Alfred's written order.
-It means nothing.

-You are to raise the fyrd.
-It is over for Alfred.

Alfred gave up in Wessex.

(LOUDLY)
He decided to save himself.

No man has been
more loyal to Alfred
than my father and I.

But he has failed us.

Danes surround us
and he is hiding.

Alfred is King of the Eels,
slippery and elusive.

See, it's true.

You have sided with the Danes.

UHTRED: What has Skorpa
promised you?

And you to be king, Odda?

-Leofric, are you
still my man?
-Am I right?

I asked you a question,
Leofric.

I am still your man, Lord.

Then you'll finish
the business you have
with this Dane and kill him.

You have my order.
Kill him.

Lord, I cannot do that.

I stand here as
Alfred's messenger.

YOUNG ODDA: I will
not tell you again, Leofric.

If any man tried
to kill me, then that man is
a traitor to the King.

YOUNG ODDA:
Leofric, you will kill him.
Alfred is no longer my king.

LEOFRIC:
I will not do it, Lord.

-My son...
-Father, you will
not interfere.

(GRUNTING)

May your mother forgive me.

And may you be forgiven
for your treason.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Lord, forgive him.

Let him die a noble.

Forgive him.

I ask you this
as your servant.

Odda.

You will do as I command.

You will raise
the Somerset fyrd.

Lord...

Forgive my son, please!

I will not forgive
what I have seen.

You will raise the fyrd.

Yes, Lord.

I will need 20 horsemen

to take word to all men

able to carry sword,
hook or spear.

The word is
that Alfred is King!

(MEN CHEERING)

And will fight alongside
the swords of Wessex,

to his dying breath.

-Come on!
-(MEN CHEERING)

Come on!

Come on!

May we speak?

About our son.

You know?

Then there is
nothing left to say.

I'm sorry that his death
was something that you
had to face alone.

I was not alone.

Being without a husband
does not mean that I am alone.

Then I am sorry for the life
that I've given you.

I found peace.
I hope you can do the same.

Was there sickness?

-I would like to understand.
-Children are frail.

And you will have
other sons, I'm sure.

With your queen.

Is she here?

Yes.

I would like you
to leave me alone.

Never speak to me again.

We have nothing
that binds us, nothing.

Avoid me.

Please.

(COWS MOOING)

Uhtred Ragnarson.

Should I be pleased
to see you?

Skorpa of the White Horse.

I am expected

by the Lord Odda.

The Lord Odda is
in the ground,
buried as a traitor.

So what now?

Do I speak with you?

Does the truce stand?

For today it stands.

Tomorrow I will kill you.

You will kill me?

With what?

I have almost
1,000 men to call upon.

Your ships have
been burnt, Skorpa.

By Alfred.

He's gathering
a great Saxon army.

I am aware my ships are gone.

And I will have my revenge.

You should return to Guthrum
and prepare to die.

Did your queen tell you

that your sister
is being humped in the arse

each and every night,
by one-eyed Sven?

Did your mother tell you
that she should've
kept her legs closed?

I will look for you first,
across the battlefield.

I will be there,
and I will not be
difficult to find.

ALFRED: He will go to Guthrum?

I believe he will, Lord.

Then the battle
is one step nearer.

Beocca.

You should wash out
your mouth.

Yes, Lord, I will.

With ale.

How many men?

Four hundred. No more.

And this is
the great Saxon army?

Their numbers will grow.

We need to march.

There needs to be
a story of a slaughter.

Only days ago
Ragnar was asking
if the war was over.

Skorpa is right,
there must be a slaughter.

We must take
the fight to Alfred

and his God.

And you are ready
to kill your brother?

If it comes to that, yes.

Then we shall face
one great army with another.

Once the armies are assembled,

I shall speak to them as one.

Each man should know

this war is not
only about land.

Should the heathens win,

then Christ is defeated.

UHTRED: When you speak
to the men, Lord,

you cannot make it a sermon.

ALFRED: Then what
do you suggest I say?

Tell them that
you'll die for them,
that's good.

Tell them that we'll make
the Danes pay in blood

and that they'll be
rewarded in plunder.

I am to talk
of revenge and greed?

They're men, Lord, not angels.

We shall
stop for a moment.

Hold!

We hold!

Lord.

It is Egbert's Stone.

Within these next few yards,

we will know
if we have an army.

Of angels or otherwise.

I will go alone.

If no one is there, what then?

Let's see.

Not a single one.

Not a single man
has answered my call.

Then we wait.

We must wait, Lord.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GOATS BLEATING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

A fine knife.

A Dane's knife.

This thing?

Yes, I took it from a Dane.
A Dane I killed.

Where?

Winchester.

This is before you grovelled
on your arse to Guthrum?

Before I presented
myself to him, yes.

I was not, however,
treated in a kingly manner,

and decided to escape.

A king under
the Danes is no king.

Uhtred, I do like you,

but I rather tire
of your preaching.

-You ever thought
of becoming a priest?
-Ever since I was a boy.

That's a lie.
I've baptised him twice.

He's still not a Christian.

For luck.

Now I'll need luck from you.

-Where's Alfred?
-Watching.

Waiting for his army.

I think I shall go
and sit with him a while.

You are fond of him now?

For luck.

Lord.

I thought you would
like company.

What do you see?
What do you hear?

-I hear nothing, Lord.
-No, no.

There was a change
in the shadows.

ALFRED: In the air.
They are out there.

I see nothing but grass, Lord.

-Beyond the grass, trees.
-There, there!

ALFRED: It's men.

And more, more men there.

ALFRED: They've
answered the call.

They've answered the call.

The swords of England,
they're coming.

(ALFRED CHUCKLES)

It's the swords of Wessex.

(ALFRED LAUGHS)

The swords of England.

Today is a day for warriors.

A day to kill your enemies.

A day we make the pagans wish

they had never
heard of Wessex.

Today

we fight for Wessex!

(ARMY CHEERS)

And not only for Wessex.

We have men here
from Northumbria.

From Mercia. From East Anglia.

And why are the pagans here?

They want your wives
for their pleasure.

They want your children
as their slaves.

They want your homes
as their own.

But they do not know us!

(ARMY CHEERS)

They do not know our swords!

They do not know
our axes, our spears.

They do not know our courage.

And today we kill them!

(CHEERING)

We shall make the ground
red with their blood.

We shall strip them
of what they have plundered.

We shall make them
cry out for mercy.

And there will be none.

No mercy!

ARMY: (CHANTING) No mercy!

Should I fall,

you and Hild
are to take my horse
and ride clear of here.

You will not fall.

Everything I have is packed
in my bags. It's yours.

You will not fail.

I fight for you.

Kill them all.

ARMY: (CHANTING) No mercy!

Then no mercy it must be.

Should you meet
Uhtred in battle,
there can be no doubt.

No mercy.

None.

We should not
be holding back, Lord.

We should attack
with every man.

I will decide how we fight.

You will follow my orders.

Yes, Lord.

No mercy.

Form our lines.

Form our lines!

Shields up!

Advance!

LEOFRIC: Come on!

Forward!

Hold the line.

We work as one.

We do not break!

Shield, lock.

Hold the line.

Hold!

Hold!

Wulfhere!

I will have your guts,
you traitorous bastard.

This is our land!

(ALL SCREAMING)

UHTRED: Second!

Third!

First in line,

as you wished.

(SCREAMING)

Here they come!

(YELLING)

Hold.

Hold.

(ALL SHOUTING)

(SWORDS CLANKING)

Keep the wall tight.

Ah!

SKORPA: Have that,
Wulfhere, you bastard!

Hold!

Ah!

Leofric!

Onto your feet! Leofric!

Leave him! Leave him!

Close the gaps!

Keep the wall tight!

Charge!

Three, two, one.

ALL: Whoo, whoo...

No mercy!

No more ground is to be lost.

Follow me!

(SHOUTING)

May God have mercy.

(WOMEN AND CHILDREN SHRIEKING)

(GRUNTING)

We fall back as one!

We ease!

We ease!

Hold!

We hold here.
We go no further.

Hold!

Edge backwards with me
at my level.

And... Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

SKORPA: Uhtred Ragnarson.

Can you hear me?

I hear you, Skorpa.

(PANTING)
Do you wish to surrender?

I have a gift for you.

Your queen!

No mercy!

(DANISH ARMY SHOUTING)

You will be struck down
by my spear!

(SHOUTING)

And you will spend eternity
in the fires of hell.

Ah!

(SHOUTING)

Uhtred!

(STRAINING)

Argh!

(SWORDS CLANKING)

(GRUNTING)

Take the horse.

ALL: (CHEERING)

(CHOKING)

Lord! What are your orders?

Lord?

Did you see that?

He came, as the priest said.

What, Lord?

Their God is with him.

So what are your orders?

No, Lord.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(GROANING)

Ah!

(SHRIEKS)

(SWORDS CLANKING)

No!

No mercy!

No mercy!

(SIGHS)

His grave is to be marked
like that of an Ealdorman.

I shall see to it.

(SOFTLY) Uhtred.

Iseult is whole.

She has been wrapped
and made ready for burial.

(UHTRED EXHALES)

I want her to have a pyre.

Then she shall have it.

Uhtred,

for all that you have done,

for all that
you have shown me,

thank you.

You have given everything.

You are the man,
I always hoped
you would become.

(SOBS)

UHTRED:
In the year 878 at Ethandun,

King Alfred defeated
Guthrum of the Danes,

and drove them from Wessex.

ALFRED: I am indebted.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

Wessex is indebted.

There can be
no negotiations, Lord.

UHTRED: Only surrender.

That is your advice?

It is.

I hear you.

Lord.

UHTRED: Peace was secured
with hostages,

including my friend, Brida,

and my brother, Young Ragnar.

UHTRED: Peace
was further secured

by Earl Guthrum's baptism,

and acceptance
of the Christian God.

Do you renounce
the Devil and all his work?

I do.

May this water cleanse you

and make you worthy
of God's blessing.

Guthrum, you're now
a child of God.

Amen.

UHTRED:
As for Uhtred the Godless,

my journey continues.

My path leads North.

To blood feuds, to revenge
and to Bebbanburg.

Destiny is all.