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For a hundred years,
there was chaos in our lands.

War between Saxons and Dane invaders.

And war between men
who wanted to be kings.

My lord, Uhtred, son of Uhtred,
born a Saxon, but raised a Dane,

had brought about a fragile peace.

But as King Edward's health faltered,

trouble spread.

And while most of the country
was sworn to the Saxons,

Uhtred's land of Northumbria was not.

And enemies were keen to exploit this.

Wolf!

Wolf! [grunts] Wolf!

Destroy the settlement.
Leave no sign we have landed.

Ah!

Anlaf, we have the spy.

Behold my child.

Behold the daughter of Anlaf.

You look ridiculous.

It is how they dress, Father.

If I'm to hide amongst them,
I must appear--

Is King Edward dead?

Not yet.

-But each breath could be his last.
-Then we chose our moment.

A king dies,
Saxons always turn on each other.

Pass this news to all kings who hate them.

Tell them I have crossed from Irland
and wish to make allies.

Return yourself to Winchester.

Wait.

Play with them.

Unleash chaos.

No. Stay back.

Find the queen!

Lady Eadgifu,

the traitor Aelfweard has sent men to take
you and Prince Edmund into protection.

I have no wish to be a hostage.

-Can we fight them?
-Not without Aethelstan.

Well, surely, my guards can--

Loyalties are shifting
and factions forming.

It is not certain who supports us.

We should flee with your son
whilst we can.

I will not forgive this.

Nor forgive Aethelstan
for leaving us exposed.

Damn him for his absence.

Come, Edmund. We are leaving.

- Where's the queen?
- Move! Look everywhere!

- Mother, what's--
- Sh. Quiet.

-Wait.

- Pyrlig.
- We got word.

Aethelstan has gone on pilgrimage
to pray for his father's health.

Then find him and tell him of his death.

Then strike him, from me,
for he swore to protect us.

Come. There's no time.

Where will you go?

-To Uhtred.
-The pagan?

- They're in here!
- Go! Go!

Uhtred betrayed my husband.

Are we sure this is wise?

Uhtred was like a father to Aethelstan.
He can be trusted.

We go to the last kingdom.

He stood in front of the army,
and he said, "Release the arrows!"

And an arrow went right through his head.

Oh, that was something.

But then, the battle for this place
certainly sticks in the memory.

-Both times.
- Hey. Cnut.

He was a proper… cock!

Then there were the horse-killers.
Oh, they were deadly.

-What was his name?
-Bloodhair.

Bloodhair. And what was her name?
She of the curses?

Do not remind me. [belches] Skade!

Now, she was moon touched.

Another one who thought she was a seer.
It didn't go well for her.

I am telling you, my dream was a prophecy.
Three nights I have had it.

-And what is your dream, Ingrith?
- Don't get her started, Lord.

-Hear my words. "Seven kings must die."
- Lord?

-Seven kings and--
-Ingrith!

All stand for the queen!

Queen Eadgifu.

And my most noble friend, Lord Aldhelm.

What brings you this far north?

I come seeking refuge with my son.

Edward, rightful king of these lands,
has died.

Then my heart grieves.

I'd hoped to reconcile.

One down, six to go.

No! I do not like it.

Northumbria recognizes the new king,
Aethelstan.

Do not assume Aethelstan will be king.

-Who is supporting Aelfweard?
- The ealdormen of Wessex.

Of course.
Still claiming Aethelstan's a bastard?

Yes. Aelfweard has
the wealth of Wiltunscir behind him.

Our spies in Aegelesburg say he's there,
openly recruiting mercenaries.

We will go to Aegelesburg and seize him
before he is at full force.

We would prefer your guard.

My offer gives Aethelstan the time
to go to Winchester to be crowned,

and we avoid a clash of armies.

I swore an oath to protect Aethelstan--

And of course, you are a man of your word.

Yet your oath to swear your lands
to the king remains unfulfilled.

Your husband showed himself
hostile to those of Danish blood.

As such, he was not the right man
to unite England.

If he had been, England would be united.

But now things can be different.

Aethelstan can be the king
to fulfill the Saxon dream.

If he chooses to swear--

I swore an oath of loyalty, and it stands.

If Aelfweard is buying mercenaries,
he will be looking for men from all parts.

Do you think
we can still execute an ambush?

If it is for Aethelstan, then yes.

-If he does not fall asleep.
-Once. I fell asleep once.

Are you certain this is better
than a band of young fighters?

I hear you do little these days
but feast and hunt.

I will not send young men
to do a task I swore to do myself.

- Come on, you little…

Come on! Come on.

- Stop it now.

Osbert! What news from our borders?
Do the Scots behave themselves?

Yes, Father. There are rumors
Wolf-Warriors landed near Derwent.

-Wolf-Warriors?
-Why are you carrying your sword?

We're riding
to protect Aethelstan from his brother.

Then I will come.

-Any fight of yours is mine.
-Stay here and protect your birthright.

No good comes
of sitting waiting for a birthright.

So you train the horses

and you teach that boy
how to defend himself.

No one likes the third son of a dead king.

Father.

-Will you swear our lands to Aethelstan?
-I must honor my word.

Northumbrians will be sad
to lose their pagan lord.

Gotcha!

-Look at this little bastard.
-Are we ready?

He's complaining
about his saddle.

-Says his arse gets sore.
- Didn't say arse. I said my back.

I made you this.

And one for each of you.

Men who sit on cold earth
find the cold earth calls for them.

Once again, she shows herself a seer.

Lord, it was nothing.

Tell it again.

"Seven kings must die," Lord.

-"Seven kings--"
-Ingrith, no.

Go on.

"And the woman you love."

I'm no king, and I have no woman.

-It means nothing.
- Lord Uhtred.

I told my son to train yours.

While you are here,
take Wassa as your serving woman.

-Make this fortress your home.
-I wish to say one thing of Aethelstan.

He is not quite
the carefree boy you raised.

He has grown very much into his faith.

The Brotherhood of Oswald
exert great influence.

I have scared off such men before.
For some reason, monks find me terrifying.

- Let's go play kingmaker.
- Once again.

My father?
No, that cannot be.

I thought God had given him the winter.

Lord Aethelstan, you should
make haste to Wessex for coronation.

Your brother gathers men.

Establish yourself at Winchester
before he raises an army.

We will leave when God commands us
to leave, Father Pyrlig.

And that command has not been given.

Return when you have prayed.

Do I depart?

Only the book has answers.

Play.

You have been guided
to the Book of Matthew, verse 157.

"Then Jesus went thence and departed
into the coasts of Tyre and Sidon."

God wants you to fight.

Oh. Thank you, lady.

Halt. State your business here.

We heard a man is looking for fighters.

We come to make some coin.

Mm.

Go on.

-This place has fallen to shit.
- Edward left it to decline.

I'm glad Aethelflaed
is not here to see it.

Huh.

Word has spread.

I swear
I've fought half these men.

This is not someone
trying to recruit.

This is preparing for a battle.

That is the youth Aelfweard.

Go see what men know of his plans.

I'll show you a sword!

Oh!

Ooh.

-Is that amber in your sword?
-How much do you want for it?

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.

- Go home to your mothers.
- Edgar! No.

Wilfrid!

Wilfrid!

Do you speak to me, friend?

Your pardon. I thought you were Wilfrid.

A great man I fought with at Tettenhall.

Wait, you were at Tettenhall?

My father was there.

-Who do you fight for now?
-Aelf… something?

-Saxon names are much alike.
-The Aelf who marches on Wessex?

You haven't heard.

No one's marching on Wessex.

I'm told the new plan
is to lure Aethelstan here.

Aethelstan is on his way.

Aelfweard challenged him to battle,
and he's accepted.

Why would he agree to that?

Because he's young,
and they've baited him.

They plan to snare him between the gate
and men hidden in the hills.

Then we take control before he arrives.

We can't seize this town
with just us, Lord.

We do not need to seize the town.

Hey! Can I tempt you
to play for money, friend?

Tie them up and secure the bolt.
Stay low until Aethelstan arrives.

If there's a bed, it's mine.

He's here.

Raise the alarm!
Soldiers approach the southern gate!

Come no further!
Aegelesburg is loyal to me now.

We do not negotiate with bastards.

Nor do we surrender.

-You'll have to starve us out.
-I am not foolish, brother.

I assumed you would place a trap.

Perhaps delay me here until your forces
could attack at rearguard.

Show him what's left of his men!

You can yield now,

or we destroy the gate
and kill all your men.

The gates will hold. No yield will come.

Then you will be destroyed.

Get ready to open the door.

I am the rightful king.
Your mother was a whore.

All good men know it. You have no allies.

Lord Aelfweard.

-I'm Uhtred of Bebbanburg.
-Uhtred.

You know me
as a man who speaks the truth,

so hear me when I say,
for the common good, stand down.

My men control the gate.
You're outnumbered on all sides.

Yield.

Let this end with peace.

Give yourself to me, brother.

Then it is over.

Forgive me for my failings,

and give comfort to my mother's kin.

Tell them of my exile

and how we sought
to honor our discarded bloodline.

-For Wessex!
- For Wessex!

Lord Uhtred,

open the gate.

-No!
- God chose me rightful heir.

Aethelstan!

Advance!

Leave no enemy alive!

Lord, stop this madness!

Stop!

Aethelstan!

Get back! Hide!

- I submit! Please don't--

Aethelstan!

Please, show mercy!

No!

Stop! They're surrendering!

Aethelstan!

-Aethelsta--

Ah!

-Ah!

Lord! Lord, help us!

Aethelstan!

Aethelstan!

-Stand down your men.
- Uhtred, why are you here?

To stop this.
Your enemy has surrendered.

Halt your men.

-Let him approach and call a halt.
- Yes, my lord.

-What happened to you?

-You had no need to kill your brother.
-I did, or in time, he would return.

-You dishonored your word.
-I did not.

I told him to yield.
I did not say he would survive.

It was never our plan to let him live.
Lord, reverse the order.

We are close to routing them.

-Hired men have no quarrel with you.
-You were right not to seek his help.

You kill 100 fathers,
you give 300 sons a reason to defy you.

Think!

Now's the time to unify.

Uhtred may be right in this matter.

I speak only as a man
who has made mistakes before.

-I'm Uhtred of--
-I know who you are.

Uhtred, this is Lord Ingilmundr.

A great commander
and a great friend to me.

Then a friend to me.

Why the Danish name?

Born to a Dane, but raised a Saxon.

I found Christ
through the works of Alfred,

and indeed through the writings
of your son in Rome.

You must be proud of him.

He is a true scholar.

I'm just the fool who made him.

Ingilmundr holds the garrison
at Thelwael on the Wirral.

He knows many of the people
we knew from Rumcofa.

Good people.
I should like to see them again.

Yes. Perhaps after
you've sworn Northumbria to the new king.

Honor your word.

Swear to Aethelstan
what you denied his father.

Cede your lands and make England whole.

As you say,

it is the time for unity.

I will swear to a king,
and you are not yet crowned.

Nor will I kneel to you covered in blood.

I will renounce my lands
in the Great Hall at Winchester.

-It doesn't need to be done with ceremony.
-But Uhtred is a man of his word.

Come to Winchester.

Heal the wound.

How did he know
we were coming here?

He's always found a way
to protect me.

Perhaps he has friends
who keep one eye on you.

My mother was the same.

It's touching, how you still defer to him.

-He's been steadfast a long time.
-And noble that you trust him.

Given all that went on with your father.

Which boy prevailed?

Aethelstan.

Killed his brother in cold blood
and will now claim the Saxon crown.

Then it's settled.
Any word on renewal of the treaty?

Push Winchester.

-Make contact.
-Lord, we've had word of something else.

-The Dane, Anlaf, seeks a meeting.
-The one who eats the flesh of men?

An assembly with you, and the kings
of Man, Shetland, and Orkney.

I will not be the lone Christian
lured to meet Dane kings.

They might offer something of interest.

Seek to renew a peace with Saxons.

Edward kept the truce. We have no reason
to think his son will not.

I'll send word.

His own flesh, put to the knife.

-He is more brutal than you suggested.
-His heart has hardened.

Which should harden those against him.

-Do other kings in Britain hear our call?
-They pretend to be deaf to us.

-But I know they listen.
-They should.

Aethelstan will become greedy.

Mm.

You would know ambition, Father.

Eh, and when my lands are yours,
you will know it too.

Return to Winchester.

Watch everyone.

And bring me word
when there's word to tell.

- Father, have you been injured?

-Nothing that will not heal.
- Tell me the news is wrong.

-Did Aethelstan turn on his own blood?
- Yes.

-Aelfweard did not survive.
-Then Edmund cannot return to Winchester.

He will always be seen as a rival.

Aethelstan has always shown
great affection for your son.

But she is right.

He has fallen under an influence.

I shall not leave Bebbanburg
until the threat passes.

-You're welcome here as long as you wish.
- And it will pass.

The duties of kingship
will focus Aethelstan's mind.

But I should return south.

I will assess the mood.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

Almighty and everlasting God,

pour out the spirit of thy grace
and blessing upon this, thy servant,

King Aethelstan.

That, as by the imposition of our hands,
he is this day crowned king.

So he may, by thy sanctification,

continue always thy chosen servant,
through Christ, our Lord.

Grant him the faith of Abraham,

the wisdom of Solomon,

the courage of David.

Vivat Rex!

Vivat Rex!

Vivat Rex!

Vivat Rex!

Vivat Rex!

Vivat Rex!

Vivat Rex!

Vivat Rex!

You were not there.

This moment was all we had talked of.

-And you were not there.
-No.

I was here.

The call of the scripture
always comes first.

You believe that, don't you?

Yes, yes, of course.

Then you will be a great king of England.

And all will speak of you
as they did Alfred.

Does Uhtred stand by his word?

No. Uhtred has not come.

-Clearly, he--
-He wishes to remain king in his own land.

May God protect him from his vanity.

But towards you, it is a cruelty.

And I am sorry. Here. Come. Come.

What torture to enact on so kind a soul.

-I thought you had both abandoned me.
-Of course I would not.

I'm just surprised
Uhtred could be so foolish.

You would've thought
his years would make him wiser.

Perhaps he still sees
the boy you once were,

and not the man you have become.

Lord.

It's not Serpent's Breath, but…

it's lighter, it's sharper,
and it's got a garnet.

Give it a name.

Manslayer.

Ball-taker.

Uhtred, Sword of Uhtred.

You actually smiled, Lord.

Perhaps losing my sword
was a sign that my battle days are over.

A bad time to provoke the king.

I did not provoke him.

I'm simply giving him time
to prove he's not a tyrant.

-Otherwise…
-Otherwise what?

"Seven kings must die." For what?

-What did your wife see?
-She sees nothing.

I swear.

What do they celebrate?

The breaking of the horses.

Thank Osbert for the care
he has shown Edmund.

He's part of Bebbanburg now.

You both are.

Yes, my son is quite changed.

There was a somberness at the palace
that has lifted.

It's the air here.

Brings out good spirits in everyone.

Hyah!

You yourself seem happier.

I am, Lord Uhtred.

Some grief has passed, and I feel…

more ready for the world.

Control! Good!

Forgive us these sins that we commit.

Will we be forgiven?

Our sin weighs heavy.

Yes, it does.

But remember,

God holds us in the balance.

Every sin can be weighed
against an act of faith.

Grow the faith and the sin is diminished.

What if the shadow of sin
obscures the faith?

Come.

Perhaps return
to your grandfather's vision for England.

Perhaps now there is an urgency
to bring the pagans to light.

Will that

cleanse me?

Us?

Well, surely the greater the lands,
the greater the faith.

Go beyond what Alfred dreamed of.

Look to the islands God made,
not the countries ordained by men,

and bring all to Christianity.

So when you are judged,

you will be found in balance.

And thus may accept both the sin…

and the conquest against it.

Lord!

Stop.

What do you talk of?

Oh my faith, Lady. I cannot lie.

The ladies here care for Lord Uhtred
and wish keenly he would find a woman.

Well, they shall be sore of heart.

The widow of a king will not marry a lord.

Hm.

I shall have to be more careful
in how I conduct myself.

It is not the gossips
you should fear, Lady.

This peace may not sustain.

Lord Uhtred has snubbed the king.

The women Uhtred has affection for
become a target for his enemies.

- Sihtric!
-Sh-sh.

What have you learnt?

Aethelstan has claimed Eoferwic.

He says since Rognvaldr is dead,
there is no king, so it belongs to him.

Eoferwic?

They see me as their lord now.
Aethelstan knows this.

He is demanding all come with tribute.

Not just Saxon chiefs,
but all kings of Britain.

All the mainland
and all the outlying islands.

Lord?

Declare yourself king here.

Like your forebears.

No. This is Aethelstan.

If he chooses the wrong path,
I must tell him.

Lord.

"There went out a decree
that all the world should be taxed."

You owe no tribute!
Return to your villages.

-Uhtred! Calm yourself.
-Pyrlig? What is this tribute?

He says it is to build churches,
but, please, there are spies everywhere.

Tell your arseling apprentice
he's badly misjudged the mood of Scotland.

You seem upset.

We came to renew our treaty.

Instead, we've been left waiting for days,
only to be told we are supplicants.

I would be careful.

We've had other offers of alliance.

-Why is Aethelstan doing this?
-He says to unite Christians.

And in his prayers,
he talks much of atonement.

Atonement? For what?

The death of his brother,
the bastardy of his parentage?

I do not know.

Lord Aldhelm and I try daily to dissuade,

but there is talk of conquest
and forced baptism.

-Where is he?
-The Devil's Stones.

He thinks he fights the devil.

This is madness. Aldhelm.

These stones have stood for generations.

They are an insult to God, apparently.

Is that Owain, King of Strathclyde?

Aethelstan wanted him to witness it.

They were built by his forebears.

He is seeking to humiliate powerful men?

King Hywel.

He dares ask submission from Wealas?

After all you did for Mercia?

What choice do I have, Uhtred?

He took my son to Winchester.

-He is keeping your son hostage?
-You take the son, you take a future king.

-Now I am forced to follow his bidding.
-I will tell him this cannot stand.

King Hywel, I swear,
Wealas's faithfulness will not be spat on.

Our poets spoke this.

That a Saxon would break us all
to build their country.

This is not just a Saxon country.

Aldhelm, get me close to him.
I will stop this.

Halt. Stay back.

Step aside!
The king requested Uhtred speak with him.

King Aethelstan!

Lord King,

let me speak with you alone.

You should not
have stepped on my land.

You should not have broken your word,
humiliated me,

as you humiliated my father.

I'm trying to make you see
you're on the wrong path.

-You do the bidding of Ingilmundr--
-I do the bidding of the Lord.

Do you really seek to convert Danes?

-Did I teach you nothing of respect?
-Many Danes welcome the Lord.

-Those in my court thank me for it.
-Many do not wish it, and you know this.

Aethelstan, you've always known it.

-Even Alfred respected this.
-I have more to atone for than Alfred.

Who tells you this? Ingilmundr?

Does he tell you
you are damned without his guidance?

For I've seen before men under the spell
of those who claim to know the gods.

He has been a great friend to me.

Aethelstan, hump who you wish,

but do not fall under the influence
of those who seek power--

Who makes such vicious claim against me?

-No one.
-Who tells such lies?

-It has not been talked of.
-Lord Aldhelm, does he spy for…

What has been said,
by who, and for how long?

No one has said anything.
I care not for that, but for you.

Aethelstan, you are a kind man,
but you are tenderhearted,

and Ingilmundr is seeking power
for himself and for his brotherhood.

Lies. Lies and ignominy.

There's no ignominy.
He just turns you from your kin.

And you are turned from your king!

You seek to be one yourself.

Lord, they consecrate the ground

and would request you
to give the blessing.

Yes, of course.

Let us leave the King of Northumbria
to think on his errors.

I have no dream to be a king.

Only to protect you.

Like you ran to protect him in Aegelesburg
and ended up being beaten by boys?

Should he really take counsel from a man
who loses his sword to a child?

Northumbria needs a lord
with lust for battle.

There are rumors Anlaf has arrived
and will come Viking.

Do not think he will spare you
just because you follow the same gods.

Keep him here a night
and make him swear at dawn.

In time, you will come
begging for his help.

As all fathers fall,

and all sons take their place.

Sh.

Lord Ingilmundr has declared you
an enemy of God

to incite his followers to kill you.

Aethelstan would not allow it.

Which is why Ingilmundr
seeks to keep his hands clean of it

and has left the camp.

To go where?

This way.

Go up and around. There's no guard.

Him. That is the man.

What did you speak of with the pagan?

Horsemen approach!

Stay back from my gates
and tell me who you are.

Lord Ingilmundr,
and I come at Lord Uhtred's request.

He's delayed in Eoferwic
as he renews his vow to the king.

He asked I help protect you.

Protect from what?

There is a rumor of Wolf-Warriors
landed near Derwent.

Open the gate! Open the gate!

Do not give the order.

Think on all we have shared.

You're lost from yourself, Aethelstan.

We fought together--

And despite this, you drip poison
against me and plot with Uhtred.

-No.
-Yes.

-No.
-Yes!

You turned your back, Aldhelm.

Now I turn mine.

Lord Ingilmundr,

you bring welcome news
of Lord Uhtred's supplication.

Will you journey south with me
to let me bear witness to it?

Lady, we have ridden hard to get here.
At least let us rest a day or so.

Oh, but I have been trapped in Bebbanburg
a good while.

Believe me, you do not want to find
yourself here longer than intended.

-They've been warned!
- Now!

We overtook you on the road.

Whatever power you hold over Aethelstan,

today it ends.

My sword!

You still believe in Valhalla!

Aethelstan cares for you.
I will not divide us further.

Put him below.

Christians amongst you, defend me!
Who is your Lord?

Lord Uhtred or the Lord Jesus Christ?

The people of Bebbanburg
will not be divided by faith.

Rise up, you fools!

Tell the king the terms of his release.

He makes peace with Northumbria
and guarantees the border.

-No one is forced to follow his god.
-Yes, Lord.

Quite a price.

-Will Aethelstan agree?
- Let us hope so.

He seems to discard his friends
rather quickly now.

Truly, you bless
an unworthy soul.

-May God reward your kindness.
-Amen.

Aethelstan turns
against his friends.

Succumbs to a wild dream
to be a monarch for all your land.

In time, he will come for you, Shetland.

You, Orkney.

He will take what belonged
to your forebears and call it Britain.

No.

He barely sets his foot upon the water.
Saxon country folk.

We can repel them.

I'm not talking of repelling,
but of meeting conquest with conquest.

Scotland rejects your offer.

We cannot join with pagans
to attack a man who's not threatened us.

Christians do not choose war.

War is coming.

You only have to choose a side.

God be with you.

The stone was rolled away,
as in the scripture.

It can only be the work of an angel.

This way, Lord.
Come and see the treasures.

Lord!

What word from Eoferwic?

Does he accept my terms?

I have no news.

Aethelstan is said
to have returned to Winchester.

Well, let us take it as a good sign.

Perhaps without his shadow,
Aethelstan sees more clearly.

What trouble
brings you out here?

The villagers were
hunting for pagan silver.

Now they're saying it's a miracle.

Make way
for the King of Northumbria.

I told you.

They think of you as a king.

Do you think
they hope to keep half for themselves?

They likely took it
from Bebbanburg in the first place.

You are detained
in the name of King Aethelstan.

Lord.

We've been lured here.

You think?

Lord, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, Lord.

The prisoner told me I had to,
or I'd burn in the fires of hell.

I will never order to open the gates.

Really?

A gift from the king.

Oh.

Aethelstan did this?

It's what he does to traitors.

Open the gates or I slaughter your father.

Comply and he will be spared.

Do not open.

-I can kill him in front of you.
-Do not open!

-The choice is yours.
- Osbert! Do not open!

In your absence, Father, I command here.

And I command that we open.

-No!
- No, no, no!

Drop your sword.

Move.

No.

Where is Aethelstan?

In time.

Bring me the Lady Eadgifu.

Come.

I can walk.

Go on.

Kill me.

You are to be placed
in the community on Lindisfarne

to protect your virtue.

Did you hump the heathen, Lady?

Confess.

I confess

to have prayed
for your excruciating death.

A no, then. You should have tried
when you had the chance.

We're taking your son to my garrison

at Thelwael
where he will be trained for battle.

No. No. Please.

- Move!
-Your son also.

No.
Edmund is the blood of Alfred.

He should not be fodder for a shield wall!
Please!

- I will take care of him.
-Please!

The son of Uhtred stands for Wessex.

Ah.

Hey! Hey!

Whoa.

You, we have a plan for.

- Am I to be drowned in the sea?
- I never quite know his mind.

Do not punish
those in Bebbanburg.

-His fight is with me.
-His fight is elsewhere.

How lucky we have found ourselves
so close to the Scottish border.

No, do not invade Scotland.
You will lose hundreds of men.

And unleash a war for generations.

The king has no successor to fear for.
It makes him strong.

Do whatever you must to protect our sons.
Do not fight him. Just capitulate.

Anything else is foolish.

-Aldhelm never betrayed you.
-All of you betrayed me.

All those I thought as friends.

Swear now, before Bebbanburg,
and I will spare your life.

-No.
-Then you leave me with no choice.

Aethelstan.

I cannot.

-Let me offer my--
-No.

Take everything from him.

I banish you from my lands
to travel the earth and seas alone.

On pain of murder of your son.

Let none feed or clothe him,
lest become my enemy.

Go.

Before this mercy vanishes.

Turn back. There is still time.

The Scots are no threat.

This will damn you, Lord King.

To save us from the pagans
can be a just endeavor.

But to turn on other Christians
is ungodly.

Your men do not want this fight.

Well, perhaps
I need better men.

Perhaps I should summon your son.

Lord King!

Aethelstan has attacked settlements
in the lowlands.

He cannot raid us without reply.

Do I tell Anlaf you are ready
to meet with him and the other kings?

Uhtred the Daneslayer.

You killed my cousin Gelf
at the battle of Beamfleot.

…the battle of Beamfleot.

Send word we have found him.

I hated Gelf.

Gelf, Gelf…

Take him to the king.

Where are you taking me?

To the very north
of these islands.

- What do you give thanks for?
-For the great battle to come.

Tell the jarl we're here
with the King of Northumbria.

- All folk of Shetland?
- Some of Man and Orkney join us.

With their kings.

Is this who they claim?

The King of Northumbria?

Aye, it's him.

-I am no king.
- No.

But you could be.

Sit. You are amongst friends.

You join with pagans?

Aethelstan has taken an axe to the truce.

A truce you brokered.

What he has done
in the villages of the lowlands--

-Is it worse than his cruelty in Irland?
-Tales to spread fear.

We had no choice
but to defend ourselves.

We did not start this.

-How did you find me? Who's your spy?
-We have many spies. We know many things.

We know
Aethelstan has banished you.

And we know he gets humped like a woman.

That may be customary to you pagans,

but as a Christian, it cannot be endured.

-He endures it often, from what I hear.
-So…

As a man who shares our enemy,

we ask you to join with us, Uhtred,
in our alliance.

Stand against the tyrant.

I'm heartsick of battles.

What has become of the warrior?
Do you no longer yearn for Valhalla?

Do you know the prophecy, Uhtred?

The ancient prophecy of my people?

All of Britain
will unite against the Saxons,

push them into the Kentish sea,

return the feals to the line of Arthur.

There.

The vision of an old man.

-So it must be true.
-We Northumbrians also have a prophecy.

"Seven kings must die."

That holds no fear.

Each man here has a son to take his place.

Seven kings die,

seven will, in that moment, be made.

It's true.

If you make a child,
your kingdom stands beyond you.

A kingdom ravaged by war, yes.

Then there is another way

to consider.

If you wish to save many from bloodshed.

Kill one man only.

Kill the king who has attacked us all.

Return to him in… supplication.

Seize the moment.

Save many lives by simply taking one.

The alternative,
of course, is war.

Seven kings against one.

If Aethelstan wanted to unite
the tribes of Britain,

he has succeeded.

Why do you seek us here?

Your part is to keep Winchester aroused.

You let Uhtred go free. Why?

I sent him away.

To kill your friend, the king.

-Well, he will be killed in the attempt.

Uhtred has skills you do not.

He attacks Aethelstan.
Aethelstan attacks him.

It barely matters.

Either way, we face in battle
men whose spirits have been broken.

Ingilmundr, go to the West.
The time is near.

Astrid, watch our friends in Northumbria.

I did not think
I would see you again.

Lord King.

In the name of my son, I beg forgiveness.

Spare him.

Let me kneel to you.

Then I lift your banishment.

Give me a sword and then leave us.

Go on, then.

Do it.

I swear this on my son's life.

Hear this as an oath.

Ingilmundr is a spy.

He's working with Anlaf
to ally British kings against you.

-Lies.
-It is true. I saw him in Shetland.

He told Anlaf's warriors to track me.
They tried to turn me--

No!

-He is in Thelwael with your son!
-He told them things of you.

He still follows my gods.

For now, you have an advantage.

Ingilmundr does not know
he has been discovered.

No, he would not betray me.

If anything, I have betrayed him.

-No.
-He is a man of God, and I am a sinner!

He has convinced you of this
to provoke your campaign.

-To unite your enemies.
-No!

Aethelstan, please see this. This alliance
he has gathered is too large.

-Your lands will be overrun.
-No! You lie!

This is all lies!

Aethelstan, please hear me.

Why would I lie to you?

-Get out.
-Aethelstan--

Get out. Get from my sight! Guards!

-Take him!

Ah!

You dog! On your way.

We search every forest,
every valley.

And here he is,
back in the lap of luxury.

We heard you needed us.

Truly the gods smiled at me
to give me such friends.

Let's find ourselves an alehouse,

make a plan.

-Who told you I was here?
- She said you called for us.

-Did you not send for us, Lord?
-She said you needed us.

And requested a guard.

Danish girl, serves in Aethelstan's court.

Finan, I sent no word.

No command for you to leave Bebbanburg.

- Stay here and guard the gates.
- Yes, Lord.

Wolf-Warriors.

This is Anlaf's doing.

Ingrith!

Lord, where are they all?

- Eadgifu?
-Uhtred.

What happened?

When news reached us
of the attack and torture here,

the abbess sent us to help the injured.

But we cannot get to the injured.

Where… Where is she? Where's my wife?

"Seven kings must die," Lord.

"Seven kings

and the woman you love."

Ingrith!

-No. Ingrith!
-Every man is to help move it.

You, up above.

- Can anyone hear me?
- Watch for signs of Anlaf's men.

We tried to help,
but all we could do was comfort them.

Uhtred, Ingrith said
they threatened to return.

-We must secure ourselves.
-Not until we rescue those within.

When did you speak last?

About three days ago.

- Get the rope up there!

Come on!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Now!

Finan.

Where is…

No!

I brought this on them.

What they suffered is on Anlaf's account.

You cannot let this break you.

We are broken.

We have no allies. We're lost.

Then we must find the courage
to defend Northumbria from their return.

If we endure and keep them at siege,

we will give those
in other parts of England time to prepare.

Whatever we suffer

protects those we are apart from.

She's right, Lord.

Osbert can cross the Irish Sea, get to--

The Irish Sea?

We must find the fastest horses. I think
Anlaf is hoping to turn all eyes here.

To lure Aethelstan.

But they will land where they have men.
Ingilmundr holds a garrison in the Wirral.

With… With our sons.

Something's underway.

I'm ready.

Take care.

- Get in the cart.

Those of you with swords to your throats
face a decision.

A thousand ships
are heading towards these shores.

Some have already landed.

Within a week,
Saxon boroughs will be overrun.

Join us and fight the tyrant Aethelstan,

or die.

For King Ed--

- Keep still.
- This way!

Yes, sir. I believe so.

We saw them, but they got away.

-There. Far away.
-Thank you.

Yes, my lord.

No word from Thelwael, Lord.

Told them all I knew.

Sihtric.

Lord?

Do we finally face defeat?

All the warrior kings that I've known,
Ubba, Cnut, Bloodhair,

all have faced defeat in the end
and have taken others with them.

The fight was always coming, Lord.
No warrior dies a peaceful death.

She saw it all. "Seven kings must die."

We have hope.

In your heart,
you never wanted to be a king.

Have those fleeing
heard anything of my son?

Then until I know for sure,

he is alive.

And if conquest is easy, perhaps
Anlaf may be satisfied with Mercia.

-It is fertile--
- He will not be satisfied.

They come Viking now
to extinguish an idea of England.

A dream unites a people
who once sought to kill each other.

Without it, we go back
into an age of darkness.

We have both lost so much.

But I ask myself…

am I alive?

Can you feel it?

You are alive.

So are you.

So we have hope.

Edmund?

Osbert?

Edmund?

I came seeking Ingilmundr.

To prove that you had lied to me.

But you had not.

We came to search for our sons.

Bring out Osbert and Edmund.

Osbert!

They hid themselves
and were spared the massacre.

Lord King,

you have my endless gratitude.

I've not been myself
this past year, and truly,

truly, I…

I pay for my sins.

I face a great alliance at Brunanburh.

All regret is worthless.

Let us speak only of the fight to come.

-Osbert, what have you learnt?
-They've set up camp on high ground.

And they have six armies.

Then seven armies
shall meet at Brunanburh.

I do not want you to fight for me, Uhtred.

- Trust I'm on your side--
-I know that.

Save yourself.

Take your son to safety.

If I do not survive the battle,
then succession will be secure.

You cannot fight this alliance alone.

Yet I forbid you
from taking part.

Take him, Father Pyrlig.
Please, take them all.

-I've dragged you all to this fate.
- Let us serve you.

Aethelstan…

this is not a punishment.

I think we both know that it is.

This is martyrdom.

He will not survive so great a number.

But we have been reprieved.

-God is telling us to get to safety.
-Your god does not speak to me.

It is not cowardly
to spurn a battle that cannot be won.

It is.

However this prevails, I will have to know
I walked away from danger.

Your battles will come

when you become king.

King of where, Mother?

-We will fight with the shield wall.
-No.

-Osbert, are you ready?
-I've always been ready.

Pyrlig, you once told me
that it was my destiny to save England.

Hadn't seen it quite like this,
but then I'm not one for prophecies.

What if your destiny
is to protect Edmund?

Perhaps he is the one to unite England.
He could be the king who was worthy.

No king will form England.

This is what I see now.

Not Edmund or Edward or Alfred.
Not even Aethelstan.

Alfred's dream was of a united people.

And with these men,
from all parts, I fought for it.

What if our destiny
was not to form England,

but to form the English as one force?

Who better than a half Saxon, half Dane
to lead men from divided places?

We go!

I don't have to call myself English, do I?

To hear that,
you'd think they'd won already.

We should make our way.

If this is to work,
we need to be on the front line.

-We'll aim for their left side.
-Why?

Why the left?

Weaker. Most men fight
with the sword in their right hand.

I've fought with Uhtred many times.
Trust he will find a way.

You.

Where did you find that?

I bought it in Aegelesburg
for five pieces.

May I?

I will exchange it for this one.

It is worth much more,
and it has a garnet.

When I say exchange, I mean
you take that one, and I keep this one.

I am no commander of yours.

I have no authority other than being
a man who has fought in many battles.

Some of you I have led before.

Today I stand with you
as a simple soldier.

But I ask that, on the field,

you once again let me guide you.

Our position on the hill is weak,

but the trees to our left give us
an advantage the enemy will not see.

We can defeat them

if we stay united.

-This is one way to clear the ale.
-Smell of a thousand armpits.

Aye.
Maybe they smelled us and ran away.

- Maybe.
- Who touched my arse?

Oh my God!

Jesus!

Rather a lot of them, isn't there?

Uhtred?

Uhtred.

-How do we face this?
-You see these bags?

Give them to the men
on the front line. Go.

Do not raise your shield
until you have to.

Stay at ease. Stay relaxed.

-And do not show them we are unsettled.
- Lord!

He's here.

Here he comes. The tyrant himself.

Is it done?

-Get back as far as you can.
-Yeah.

Shield wall!

-Are we ready, arselings?
- Yeah!

I have taken their confessions.

When I ask you to give ground,

do it.

When you see the trees in front of you,
it will be time.

Do you think this will work?

If it does not,
we will not be here to see it.

Trust me.

And follow.

Shield wall!

Shield!

Wall!

Step back!

Back!

They retreat?

Even before we engage?

-Step back!
- They know they have lost already.

Let's enjoy it.

- Forward!

I thank God,
who I serve with pure conscience.

God hath not given us a spirit of fear,
but of power…

-…love…

-…and of sound mind!

Amen.

Step back!

Brace!

Re-form! Charge!

Saxon bastards!

Pyrlig!

No!

Pyrlig!

-Two paces! One pace!
-Mm-hmm.

-On my command!
- Let's hope this works!

Two paces back!

Back!

Step back!

One pace back!

They back off. We have them.

-Find the king!
- Find the king!

Step back!

Go backwards!

For Shetland!

For Orkney!

Step back!

-Keep going!

Back!

Protect the line! Protect the line!

Step back!

They'll overrun us
if we keep giving ground!

What are they doing along the flank?

Send a message
that Aethelstan is in front of us!

Step back!

Step back!

The line's turning, Lord.
We're coming around!

Aethelstan is on the Scots' line, Lord.

Swine wedge!

Step back!

Swine wedge!

Anlaf! Stop!

Push forward!

They're going for Aethelstan!

Step back!

Back!

The wall will not hold!

Aethelstan, hold the line!

- How much longer, Lord?
- We're almost there.

They're breaking through
Aethelstan's line, Lord!

We can't hold!

Step back!

Push forward!

Lord!

Lord.

Protect the king!

Aethelstan!

Lord, trees!

We've turned them, Lord!
We've turned the line.

- Give the signal!
- Yes, Lord.

-Something's not right.
- We've been turned around!

Make way! Make way!

Lord Uhtred orders the signal.

Attack!

Yah!

Behind!

Hunt down their kings!

It's a trap!

My son!

No!

Guards!

Fall back! Fall back!

Scots! Fall back!

-Hyah!

Aethelstan!

Aethelstan!

Pyrlig?

Five kings
escaped the field that day,

but their sons,

Orkney, Man, Shetland,

Strathclyde, and Scotland, did not.

Each man here

has left behind an heir.

We wait.

Then attack those leaving the field
and return for our kin.

Do not be
any more foolish, Anlaf.

Shetland?

No more death.

Orkney, we need to fight!

What is there to fight for?

I need a ship to get back to Irland.

You?

Lord!

Uhtred!

Uhtred!

Hey. Hey, you.

Finan! Finan!

Was any of it real?

Tell me the truth.

When you find yourself before God,
you will have confessed.

I grew fond of you.

-But my love for my people prevailed.
-I chose you over my people.

Perhaps my gods are stronger than yours.

Then why am I living…

and you about to die?

Only fools try to understand destiny.

Uhtred.

Did my son survive?

Yes.

And Bebbanburg is ours again.

-We will rebuild in stone.
- There is so much future.

Stay with us, Uhtred.

-What of the enemy?
- The victory is ours.

Five sons of kings
lay dead upon the battlefield.

-Five kings that will never be crowned.
- "Seven kings must die."

The prophecy was wrong, Lord.

With Edward of Wessex, it makes six.

Am I to be the seventh?

I have told the chroniclers
to write of your victory, Uhtred.

I have no wish
to be written into your history.

I want only to be honored
in the feast hall for standing by an oath.

Uhtred, you did not just stand by me.

You stood for me.

You led where I could not.

And you forgave me

when I was unforgivable.

You saved the hope of England.

Now in time, it may yet happen.

I said that…

if you proved yourself
to be the rightful king,

I would swear Northumbria to you.

Men have died
fighting under the name of the English.

To honor them, England should be formed.

But I have one condition.

You must make an oath never to marry.

No heirs.

So your brother Edmund
can take the throne unchallenged.

Thank you.

This oath

I shall swear.

Then we submit to you as our king.

Which makes you ruler
of Wessex, Mercia, East Anglia,

and Northumbria.

And I call my lands

England.

Long live the king!

Long live the king.

Long live the King of England.

Return to your chamber, Lord.

Do not grieve for me.

It was always written
that I would fall in battle.

You're not gonna die, Lord.

-I would go first, and I'm still alive…

So,

destiny is all.

-Skál!
- Skál!

Did seven kings die?

The chronicles do not record
if my lord Uhtred survived.

But those like me, who knew him,

recognize him
as the greatest warrior of our age,

and a man who made a kingdom.