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I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred. I
was born an ealdorman of England.

Our ancestors took this land

and you will die
for it if needed.

Kill them all!

I saw my father killed in battle
and my uncle steal his lands.

I was taken by the invaders.

First as a slave and then
as a son to Earl Ragnar.

That was my family, my life.

Young Ragnar my
brother, and Brida my friend.

Until my family were
murdered by Kjartan the Cruel

and his one-eyed son Sven.

And my sister taken hostage
on the eve of her wedding.

I fled to Alfred,

the Saxon King of Wessex.

I fell in love with a Pagan queen
who saw my sister in a vision.

Uhtred, she lives, and
is being held in the North.

In the year 878 at Ethandune,
I fought alongside King Alfred

to defeat the Danes and
drove them from Wessex,

but at a great price.

Uhtred Ragnason,
I have a gift for you!

Your queen!

Peace was secured with
hostages, Brida and Ragnar,

and by the Danish earl's baptism
and acceptance of the Christian God.

As for Uhtred the godless,

my path led north,
to blood feuds,

to revenge, and to Bebbanburg.

Destiny is all...

No mercy!

No mercy!

Lord? Lord? Are
the ideas suitable?

I've tried to show both
courage and sacrifice.

- Faced with a fearsome enemy.
- But I do not see God.

- He was there, within us all.
- Praise Him.

Word of the victory is being
spread throughout the land.

People will hear
that it was God-given.

He was amongst us.

Aethelflaed, with me,
before you hurt him.

Yes, Mother.

The Witan is full to brimming.

Every ealdorman and
his brother is here to bask.

Not all of them deserving.

Wessex is safe.

But, ealdormen,

to keep Wessex safe, we must
now look beyond its borders,

to Mercia, East Anglia, to
Cornwalum, Wales, and to the North,

to Northumbria and to the once
great and holy city of Eoferwic,

where now, Christian men and women
suffer under the dark rule of the Danes.

There are two Northmen,

Sigefrid and Erik,
two godless brothers

with a voracious appetite for
land, silver, slaves and war.

I want it known and
I want them to know

that God, Alfred and the
ealdormen of Wessex are watching.

The day of reckoning will come.

Make way, make way!

Is this the palace
of King Alfred?

Halt! Stand back
from the king's guard.

I have a letter that
he will wish to read!

You must let me pass.

In all too soon a time,

Aethelflaed will be old enough
for betrothal, then marriage.

You require a list
of suitors, lord?

I do. They must be a match for
my daughter, her mother, for Wessex

and my idea of a united land.

In which order, lord?

Oh, do not ask me, my friend,
I pray I never need to choose.

I have business with the king.

Lord, forgive my interruption.
May I introduce Brother Trew?

Lord, I am honoured.

Brother Trew has
travelled from the North.

Cumbraland, in the
west of Northumbria.

He has a letter that tells
of a vision and a prophecy.

From the heavens, lord, I swear.

The Abbot Eadred of Cumbraland
did dream of the likeness

and this likeness
did speak to him.

The likeness was
of Saint Cuthbert.

- Cuthbert?
- Speaking directly from heaven.

The Abbot tells of Cuthbert's
instruction within the letter.

Lord, for the Saxons and Britons
in the North, there is an urgency.

We are lost.

We are in general ruled by Danes.
We are in need of a Christian saviour.

This saviour is Guthred.

A man who is a lowly slave and
who himself must first be saved.

At the behest of the
blessed Cuthbert.

The doors are open to the
elements, Brother Trew, nothing more.

It can be done, lord, it can be
arranged, with your help and guidance.

And you shall have it,
Brother Trew, I'm sure.

Father Beocca, I will send for
you when I have read the letter,

which I shall do
immediately. Do not wander.

No, lord.

Influence beyond Wessex, Odda.

Heaven sent.

Come! Move on, move on. Come on.

- Good day.
- It is, sister.

Your sword.

It is not your sword.

You may keep the silver you
will have taken, but not the sword.

You will turn and run, girl.

I have killed.

And I will kill again, I'm sure.

But hopefully not today,

girl.

Morning, lord.

- She did the very same thing to me.
- We're leaving.

Could you not have
shook me awake?

Stop drinking and whoring
and do what we set out to do.

I am wet!

Your sword has been stolen,
lord, along with your silver.

Hild!

I have recovered Serpent-Breath,

and when you are able to stand, I
shall return her. We will be leaving.

I will decide when we're leaving.
I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred.

I will not be schooled by a nun.

She is not wrong, lord. You have
been drinking whole fields of barley.

Nor will I be lectured
by an arseling!

If you're drinking to forget
Iseult, you do her no favours.

Her memory should be cherished,
not lost in a fog of ale and bosoms.

My sword.

Are we to ride to Northumbria and
to the next inn and the next jug of ale?

What am I to do in Northumbria with
an army of two? A nun and a rag-arse?

- A loyal rag-arse.
- Prepare yourself.

To do what? Kill Kjartan and
the men who surround him?

You can begin to
carry yourself as a lord.

- Or we can return to Winchester.
- No. We cannot return to Winchester.

Did she not say that
your path led north?

Thank you.

Forgive me, lord.

Please, lord.

May the gods protect
you on your quest.

What do you know of my gods?

Nothing, lord. I
meant no insult.

Sigefrid, leave him,
he's just a priest.

Come on, brother,
we have Scots to kill.

Erik.

The city, we leave in your hands.
It's ours. It must remain ours.

I will ensure it.

You have enough men. Keep them
sober and do not kill for the fun of it.

No, lord.

You do me a great honour, lord,
though I wish I was going with you.

Remember, what we need
more than silver is women!

Red-haired women!

To the shield
wall that awaits us!

To the joy of battle!

And to the blood
of the Scots! Yeah!

Ah, Father Hrothweard, we've
been waiting for you. I will serve.

We must rise up.

Every day we hear stories of
what has happened in Wessex.

The brothers have this very
moment taken their army north.

They will be gone
for months perhaps.

There is no better
time than now.

We must take Alfred's lead

and kill every bastard Dane
and Northman in Eoferwic.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

I'm not saying grace!

It is a battle cry!

Smoke.

Come.

Danes.

Danes would not
slaughter Danes like this.

If there is slaughter, lord, and
there appears to be slaughter,

why do we ride towards it?

We are curious.

Fight the Dane!
Test your sword-craft!

Do battle with a turd,
directly from the devil's arse!

You can cut him but
you cannot kill him!

And if he kills
you, then so be it!

More fool you!

Hit him! Hit him!

Hit him!

Go on! Hit him!

Lord?

Lord, we are Saxons,
it's none of our business.

Ohh!

If it is a fight you
want, it can be with me.

This is Lord Uhtred of
Bebbanburg and of Wessex!

It is sport, lord, a pastime.

Your sport is over. Pick
up your sword. Pick it up.

Lord, this man belongs
to me. He's my prisoner.

He was left in command.

Is it Valhalla you want?

In time. Lord, freedom
would be my first choice.

- Who do you serve?
- The brothers, Sigefrid and Erik.

They've gone to fight the Scots.

I beg you, lord, he
will be my income.

Halig, give this piece
of weasel shit a coin.

A coin, lord? He would
be my income for a year...

No more word, I'm warning you!

- Leave now.
- What?

Go.

You! You!

State your name
and your business.

You keep the company of a nun,
yet look every piece of you a Dane!

My business is my own
and not that of a priest.

He's Uhtred of
Bebbanburg, Father.

Uhtred?

You are the Uhtred who
served with Alfred at Ethandun?

I am.

Praise Him.

Praise God. It is a sign.

You know of Ethandun?

Not only do we know of this battle,
lord, we have risen because of it.

And just days ago, Alfred
has sent his very own priest.

You killed all the Danes
that ruled Eoferwic?

We have. All those
that did not flee.

The holy city of
Eoferwic welcomes you.

We will give you food and
shelter and thanks, Lord Uhtred.

God bless you.

We take care of the horses
and then I find Alfred's priest.

Huh.

Clear the way.

We carry it all, we must.

But what guarantee do we have
that he will not steal Alfred's silver?

None, but that's the
risk we have to take.

Have you been stealing
from Alfred, Father Beocca?

Uhtred! Oh, my goodness, Uhtred!

Wow! What a
joy it is to see you.

And for me to see
your hairless head.

I have been praying that
our paths would cross!

This is a sign. God's will.

Brother Trew, this is the man
I have been speaking about.

And here he is. In our
time of need, he is here.

We are travelling north with
Alfred's blessing and silver.

It is a ransom to be paid to free a
slave, but he is no ordinary slave.

This man is marked
to become a king.

- Of Cumbraland.
- His name is Guthred.

- A Dane?
- But a good man, a man of God.

The spirit of Saint Cuthbert has
decreed that Guthred shall be king.

- A prophecy.
- Oh, my good lord.

He appeared in a dream to the
Abbot Eadred of Cumbraland.

He named Guthred as king
of both Saxons and Danes.

How many men is that?

Hundreds. Thousands, perhaps.

- Warriors?
- Some, yes.

Of course.

Alfred would not be content with this
man being solely king of Cumbraland.

Well, yes, Alfred would
wish for Guthred's influence

to spread across the
whole of Northumbria.

Including here, in Eoferwic.

Come with us. Help
us to free Guthred,

protect the ransom
until it is delivered,

and I'm sure there
will be a reward.

Your bargain is with whom?

A slave-master.

The village in which we
are meeting sits on land

that belongs to
someone from your past.

Kjartan.

Kjartan's land will be
full of men, warriors?

Father, who's
protected you so far?

Do you have no guard?

We have gathered a group of sickly
men who suffer with the white riff.

Leprosy is a terrible curse.

Put these poor creatures in a
cart and no man dare approach.

No one can imagine the
treasure sitting beside the disease.

Your king, Guthred.
Kjartan would be his enemy?

He would. It was Kjartan's
men killed his father.

Guthred himself was
captured and sold as a slave.

Then he would be prepared to
raise an army against Kjartan?

He would be an ally, I'm sure.

As I'm sure Uhtred
is but one man.

- Against many.
- No.

No, Uhtred is more than just one
man. And he is here for a reason.

I have come to wish
you goodnight, lord.

Rest well.

Stay.

Stay.

I have been thinking
of Northumbria.

Eoferwic is the
great city of the north.

To make it Saxon once
again would bring hope.

It would be a beacon.

Yes.

A fortress from which all Danes
of the North could be challenged

and England grows.

Should you not
be sleeping, lord?

Yes, I should be sleeping.

I've always intended to ask about
the amber on the hilt of your sword.

- Hmm?
- Is it decoration or something more?

It was given to me at
my birth by my father...

to remind me of who I am.

Who you are, lord...

is defined by what you do,

and what you have done
has given you reputation,

but reputation is not a shield.

I think Father Beocca
asks too much.

No.

No, it's fate that I am here.

It was fate you drenched me
in water, set us on our way.

Kjartan will have men
at this village, no doubt.

But he and his
one-eyed son Sven,

they murdered my family
and they must be faced.

And I have my sister to find.

Are you certain she still lives?

Iseult was certain.

Then you should sleep.

Hild.

I would sleep easier
lying next to a woman.

Shall I fetch
another bucket, lord?

We move!

Can you smell the northern
sea, boy, the Northumbrian air?

I smell it and I
feel it, Father.

- It feels like home.
- That it does.

I'd prefer you not
to look at me, lord.

Is it wrong that I
look? You have beauty.

And you have an appetite
I do not wish to satisfy.

I'm with you, lord,
because I'm safe with you.

I would like you to teach
me how to fight. Swordcraft.

Skill. The Danes
call it sword skill.

Then I would like you
to teach me sword skill.

To help you kill men who stare?

No, lord, to protect
myself and those I care for.

Yourself included.

I give to you my heart,
my soul, and ask in return...

We are being followed. You
are aware of this, I'm sure.

- I am.
- We are?

By whom?

Men belonging to Kjartan.

They are the shepherds,
we are the sheep.

- Then it is a trap?
- It is.

You will enter the
slave market alone.

And then what happens? Death?

I will follow. I will
be with the lepers.

You will not be at our side?

- No.
- Your purpose here is to protect us.

Do they ride?

You wish to know if the
lepers can ride? I have no idea.

Beocca, what is this nonsense?

If we are to save Guthred and
live to see him crowned king,

then the slaver and whoever
sits with him must fear me.

They will not bargain.

And I am but one man, so...

they must fear me
and I will choose how.

Beocca, I will need
you to play your part.

Move!

Move it!

You like this one, huh?
He's fast, very hard working.

- Bring another one.
- Over here!

This one, one of my best.

You? You like him?

He's very strong, very young.
Something for you, huh?

Horseman approaching!

Hello. It is my friend,
the silver monk.

And with guests.

And a woman. How pleasing.

Ah.

I have forgotten your name, silver
monk, but not our price. Do you have it?

Do you have our man, Guthred?

I have your man. Of
course I have your man.

- Then I will see him.
- No. You will give me the silver, now.

She looks strong.

- I like that.
- The woman is not part of the price.

Good strong legs
to hold on to my arse.

I wish to see Guthred.
Guthred! Make yourself known!

Guthred of Cumbraland!

Can you hear me?

I will decide when
you see your man.

You will give us the ransom
and you will give it now.

You will do everything I say.

You will come down
from your horse, girl.

Too old to keep.

- Take off your skirts.
- I will not.

Lord, there are
horsemen missing.

- What are you saying?
- Men are missing.

I counted five more
horses than are here.

They must be hiding, lord.

Priest? Is my man correct?
There are further horsemen?

He is correct, lord, but these
horsemen, they came from nowhere,

asking us to where
we were travelling

and we prayed that they
would leave us, vanish.

You wanted rid of them?

Believe me when I say this,
they were not of this world, lord.

They were not men,
like you and I are men.

What do you mean,
they're not men?

Well, why are you doing that?

This, signing your god?

We are asking his protection,
lord, from the horsemen.

- If they're not men, what are they?
- Please!

To speak of them
may summon them.

From where? You tell me nothing.

Can we not simply give you the
silver and be on our way, lord? Please.

There is nothing to fear
but the lies of a priest.

I know it.

Lord?

Oh, dear God in
heaven, it is him.

It is who?

We come for your souls!

- Your souls!
- Who are you?

I am Odin's messenger to
command. I come from Corpse Hall!

You're Sven Kjartanson?

You will answer me!

What do you want
with Sven Kjartanson?

I've been sent to take the
souls of both Kjartan and his son.

Attack.

Attack!

No man shall move, or
Sven Kjartanson will die!

You will all hear me. All of
you must leave this place.

Go! Or with one touch of my
horsemen, you will be cursed.

Go!

You are going nowhere
but to the devil himself.

I should kill you now. I
should take you piece by piece.

- No, please, spare me.
- Odin would forgive me I'm sure of it.

- I will be a changed man.
- You will never change.

- You cannot change!
- Lord!

Lord, I beg you. That
he fears you is enough.

Let him take that
fear to Kjartan.

May we free the prisoners, lord?
Search the pens for a friend? A king.

You may.

I have no business with you.

Thank you, lord.

We shall leave this place just
as soon as we have found him.

It would be for the best.

Guthred! Guthred?

We are looking for Guthred of
Cumbraland. Son of Harthacnut.

I am Guthred.

- How can I help you?
- Lord?

Is it you?

We have found you.

You have, it seems.

Who are you?

Find your way home in darkness.

Hear me!

Hear me now!

A silver coin to any
man who will untie me!

Two coins! And...
And my father's thanks!

Who is there? Name yourself.

If you are on this land,
you will know who I am.

You will know not to harm me.

The priest tells me it is you
I must thank for my freedom.

I did not raise the ransom.

A ransom was not paid. It
goes back to the Church.

Some coins should
go to them, the lepers.

Without them, we'd all be dead.

As I am apparently now king,
I shall see they are rewarded.

This is for you.

A king brings me food.

- Did Alfred not feed you?
- You know of Alfred?

Aye, every Dane in the land
knows of Alfred, and while a slave,

some of the men recently
captured, they spoke of Ethandun.

They spoke of Uhtred,
how he broke a shield wall.

You should pay a
skald to write a song.

Huh. I did that, in Mercia.

I was drunk and the
song was tuneless.

I am indebted.

My words have no tune,

but they're sincere.

You have brought
me back to life.

- Then you owe me.
- I do. I do.

Serve me.

- Serve you?
- Join me. A king needs a commander.

Think on it, Uhtred of Wessex.

I'm of Bebbanburg.

Yes, you are, you are.

Is it your intention
to build an army?

- Last night I was still a slave.
- Build an army and I will command it,

but only if it's your intention to go
against all the lords of the North.

Kjartan, but also the brothers
and the man who stole my land.

My own uncle.

That, I owe you.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

Now I must get used to who I am.

Enjoy.

Why would a dead horseman
ride with sickly lepers?

- Were they dead too?
- I did not ask.

He need ride with no man.

He's dead. Invincible.

Father, it was as I say.
I know what I witnessed.

- How are we to kill a dead man?
- Cut him into pieces. Tiny...

It's a trick! He's a lie!

Go shut her up! Your bitch!

It did not appear to be a trick.

Everything I've said is true.

You. Fiske.

Do you believe this horseman
is back from the dead?

Yes, lord, it seemed that way.

Then you believe he was
sent by Odin to take my soul?

Well, he arrived with
the priest and a ransom...

- Yes, lord.
- But no silver was paid?

- No, lord.
- Still, they took their man.

We find the slave,

we find the lepers
and we find the priest.

Together they will tell us all we
need to know about this horseman.

Dead or otherwise.

You are not welcome here.

You are never welcome here.

My father asks for you
to keep the hounds quiet.

Thyra, if you do not comply,
he will have them killed, again.

And again, you
shall bring me pups.

He will have men hump you.

I tell you every time, you
do not need to live like this.

You don't need to eat
and sleep with hounds.

It is my wish.

I dream of you, as you were.

I dream of nothing but the fire.

My wedding necklace.
Do you like it?

If any love for me remains
inside your shrivelled heart,

then take out your
knife and kill me.

So you know of the
Northmen, Sigefrid and Erik?

They have gone to
Alba, to fight the Scots.

- A mistake.
- Yes, they will lose numbers.

The men they left at
Eoferwic have been slain.

It's open and unguarded.

Only my second day
as King of Cumbraland.

Already you wish me to
become king of Eoferwic?

Why wait? The brothers
will return, weakened or not.

I'd rather they remain
outside the walls of Eoferwic.

Lord! Lord, the Roman wall!

We follow the wall all the
way to Cumbraland. Home.

And then, Uhtred, we
prepare to take Eoferwic.

Your king!

Your king, he is coming!

- Prepare! Your king!
- The king's coming!

He will be here soon.
Be sure to greet him.

Make him feel welcome.

The abbot. Where is the abbot?

- Brother Trew?
- Lady Gisela.

- You appear to have news?
- Lady, I do, great news.

- What?
- He is here.

- Who?
- Your brother, the king.

He lives?

Oh, he is well and
he is near, very near.

I must inform Abbot Eadred.

Brother Trew.

Lord Abbot.

He is here.

They believe you
to be the king, lord.

Then let him be the king.

King for the day.

- Bless you, King.
- Thank you.

Thank you, and may
God bless you all.

Uhtred, that is
almost blasphemy.

Thank you all for taking
the time to greet the king.

You will stop this nonsense.

Beocca, they love me.

Because they have no
idea what a fool you are.

Be careful, priest, or
he will have your head.

Not before he feels my boot.

And may I present to you
Queen Hild of the water bucket,

scourge of slavers and once
thrown out of the nunnery.

I was not. The lord tells
lies and all too easily.

I will be the first to
greet him formally.

- You will all wait upon my word.
- Yes, lord.

Lord King!

Lord King!

- Lord King! I am the Abbot Eadred.
- Abbot, no.

It is I to whom the blessed St
Cuthbert appeared in a dream,

- a glorious dream.
- Abbot, please.

He showed me your face.

- And he called you king.
- Thank you.

Are you sure that it
was not this face here

- that you saw?
- What?

Guthred.

It is you.

I didn't dare to believe it.

I didn't dare.

It is the truth,
this is Guthred.

Yes, of course. Of course!

Now I see his true likeness.

Huh. Forgive me, lord,

I have the eyes of an old man.

Lord King, I am
the Abbot Eadred.

And it is I, to
whom the blessed...

- Abbot Eadred!
- Saint Cuthbert...

I have been told of your dream.

You... must be a most holy
man. You have truly been blessed.

I have, my lord, it is true.

But let us waste no more time. We
have waited long enough already.

Lord, you shall be crowned king
this very day, this very moment.

The king, whom I promised,

son of the great
warrior Harthacnut,

has arrived.

The king who shall lead
us all, both Dane and Saxon,

against the evil that resides
in Northumbria is here.

With this sword,

the sword of Cumbraland

and with the grace of God,

may you find the strength
to lead and inspire all men.

- Amen.
- Amen.

And now, lord, we shall enter
the church for the royal oath,

which shall be sworn upon the corpse
of the blessed Saint Cuthbert himself.

Cuthbert?

He is here?

In his entirety.

God in heaven, I never
thought I would see the day.

- Is it him, Father?
- It is.

200 years after his
death, he remains whole,

a sign of the depth
of his holiness.

O most holy Cuthbert,

guide us and lead us
and bring us to your glory,

in the name of
Him who died for us.

- Amen.
- Amen.

See how the flesh
is uncorrupted.

A miracle.

You will take his hand, lord,

and swear your oath.

Uhtred, you are the commander
of my household troops.

You will be beside me.

Uhtred, you will kneel.

Take his hand, lord.

God and the blessed Saint
Cuthbert have given us this day a king.

A king who shall raise an army and
that army shall march in His name

and all evil shall be expunged.

This you swear.

I swear.

Vivat Rex Guthred!

Vivat Rex Guthred!

Vivat Rex Guthred!

Vivat Rex Guthred!

Vivat Rex Guthred!

Vivat Rex Guthred!

Guthred, or do I
now call you lord?

You can call me
whatever pleases you.

Very well. Lord Goose-Shit,
I am about to retire.

- Hild will stay with me?
- Yes.

It is so good to see your
crooked little face again.

It is so good to see
that you are still a fool.

- Sleep well.
- Good night.

- Sleep well.
- Sleep well, lady.

Do not get overly drunk, lord, for
tomorrow you teach me sword skills.

And maybe one day
I shall save your life.

Your sister is pretty.

Uhtred, I believe you would
find a goat in a skirt to be pretty.

Goodnight.

The cocksure
long-haired fool over there.

Is he a danger?

- To whom, Abbot?
- To each one of us and to our purpose.

Although he lacks humility,
Uhtred is the reason we are alive.

Ah, he gave you protection out of
the goodness of his heart, did he?

What does he want with
Cumbraland and with our king?

He wants Bebbanburg,
his ancestral home.

And it's in the king's
gift to help him.

Hm. He will need to be watched.

He's a pretender,

I'm sure.

Please...

You have men in
Northumbria still?

Some.

Most have settled, but
they are mine to call upon,

and I have men in East
Anglia with Earl Guthrum.

His name is now Aethelstan.

That may be his Christian name,
lord, but to us, he's Guthrum the Weak.

To seek peace is not a weakness.

The battle of Ethandun
was ours to win.

Only with peace can you build,
only with peace can a people grow.

- Grow fat?
- Grow as one, Brida.

It is true that in
parts of the North,

Saxon, Dane and Briton now
live side by side, do they not?

Oh, they do, but it is
the Danes that rule.

Though warlords must now look
elsewhere for war, to Ireland and Alba.

War is how a man
makes his wealth.

Hmm, I disagree.

War is how a man takes
his wealth, Earl Ragnar.

It is the land and
trade that makes it.

And for the land and trade to
flourish, there must be peace.

To be Viking is a way of life.

To be Viking is a way to die.

And there are many
Danes, I believe,

who want more
from life than death.

Lord,

you are never more alive than
when you sail a ship onto a new shore.

Oh, on that we are agreed.

Father!

Father.

I have news of
the slave, Guthred.

He has been made a
king, of Cumbraland.

Fiske?

It is true, lord, we
heard it from traders.

- Where are these traders?
- We heard the same story three times,

- five times...
- We heard it three times.

This Guthred is now a king.

- What of the dead horseman?
- Lord...

King Guthred is
building up an army

made up of both
Danes and Saxons.

And the commander
of this army is just that.

Both Dane and Saxon.

His name is Uhtred.

- Are you certain of this?
- Yes.

Tekil.

Lord?

If the king of Cumbraland
is building an army,

you will join him.

If you get the chance,
you can kill the king.

But you will bring his
commander back here, to me.

- Take his eye.
- Yes.

You can take his eye, but I want
him here and I want him alive.

I will take him piece by piece.

I will make him suffer.

Uhtred Ragnarson

is mine.

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