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Previously on Vikings.

You fought well today, but you did not stay by my side. Don't do that, Thorin.

You have much to learn. I want you to cut off my arm. It's killing me.

Please tell Earl Ingstad how much I admire her and that she is always

welcome at my half. Forgive me, father. I have dreamed of lying naked beside a

man who was not my husband. It was you.

Margaret, wait and I will see that you come to no harm. So I first.

Love afterwards.

Come now or it's too late.

Where are they? Up on top of that hill. They're drawing us away from our votes.

I dreamed of a stranger. In one hand, he carried a ball of flaming snow.

His other hand was covered in bright blood.

We have all dreamed the same dream.

Can you help me?

I'll see you tomorrow.

This stranger approached me in the marketplace.

He has cut his hand badly and has asked for our help.

Of course we will help.

Siggy, go and fetch some hot water. Go with the servants.

Helga, go and get some strips of cloth for a bandage.

Will you sit by the fire?

Thank you.

You are kind.

How did you do this?

I don't know.

I was sleeping rough and might have caught it on a scythe or a ploughshare.

What is your name?

My name is Harbert.

You said you were sleeping rough.

Why is that?

I will sleep wherever I can lay my head.

I am a wanderer and sometimes...

People offer me hospitality and I sleep on a straw bed.

And sometimes I sleep rough with the cattle for warmth.

It is all one to me.

Is that true?

No.

No, I prefer the straw.

But do not think that I offer nothing in return.

I tell stories.

Stories about my own travel, stories about the gods, or both.

As they say, I... I sing for myself.

Will you sup with us?

If that is acceptable with everyone.

And to King Ragnar, of course.

Ragnar's not here. He and the men have gone raiding.

But you are welcome to what food we have.

And to a bed of straw.

You are talking behind my back.

Please do me the honor of talking to my face.

We meant no disrespect, sire, but wondered why.

If you're prepared to share our farming secrets with the pagans, you do not in

return ask them to share their boat-building secrets with us.

And why is it, since we give them land to farm, We do not ask him to convert to

the only true God. Yes, I understand your concerns, but as things stand, the

Northmen, in the shape of Ragnar Lothbrok, are currently fighting beside

us to help us gain the throne of Mercia, that huge kingdom for our puppet,

Princess Quenthrith. Now, who among you would choose not to turf a few farmers

off our land rather than gain, through this alliance, a greater part of England

itself?

And besides, who knows how this settlement will fare in the future.

Speak now.

Tell me I've chosen the wrong policy.

That for some reason I am not thinking of our kingdom and its destiny.

Tell me now, if you dare, that I do not deserve to be king of Wessex.

Why are we doing this, Ragnar?

Why are we fighting for these Christians?

The Winking experts start to work for him. This is not about you flogging.

It's about our children and their children.

It is about our people's future.

And I do not want there to be endless conflict between us and the Christians.

You're mad, Ragnar.

Deluded. There can be no reconciliation between our gods, the true gods, and the

god that they worship.

One or the other must prevail.

And the triumph of the Christ god will mean the death and destruction of all of

ours.

If you don't want to fight, then don't fight.

Both of you, save your breath.

We have a mountain to climb.

Some of us will not see a dawn like this again.

Not hear our Midgard at any rate.

So let us try and speak well of each other.

And remember how much we have been through together.

Well said, brother.

Are you finished?

Please.

Spare my brother.

Rolo! Rolo!

Poor bastard.

See you later, if the gods allow.

They were not allowed.

Take me with you.

I must fight.

I cannot fight.

You are too weak.

What are you talking about?

As you can see, you bastard, I am perfectly able to fight.

Ever been better?

What are you waiting for?

Good day, Athali Kuni.

Do you speak our language now?

I speak more than before.

I am gratified and pleased, as I'm sure King Ragnar will be pleased also.

I've brought some of my nobles to show them the progress you are making here.

Our people, as much as yours, will benefit from a good harvest, and to help

you prepare it, I've brought you something.

It's a new type of plow.

It does not just scratch the surface of the earth, but it digs deeper, and

because of the angle of the blade, it turns the soil over. Now, we've made

some experiments, and when manure is also dug into the ripped and open earth,

the crop and the harvest increase.

You would leave us this plow?

Yes. See how you get on.

I like to experiment between our cultures.

Plowing, fertilizing, and sowing seed are the very basis of life.

Indeed they are.

Well, give this plough to your settlers. Let them see if it works.

Or not.

You and Athelstan are invited back to my villa whenever you choose to come.

For now, I bid you farewell.

I can't see anyone.

They're up there.

Wait.

I will go first.

What is this?

Is this Sumatra craft?

Ine is with you.

You can't fight!

No! No!

It's the Hellsinger!

The Quiltsman!

What is this place?

It's a Roman bathhouse.

Who is this woman?

She's a goddess.

A Roman god.

A pagan god.

Like your gods, Lagertha.

She's not like my gods.

My gods...

are as real as you and me. They laugh, they bleed, they rush around the skies.

I want to tell you of the time that I went

to Utgard.

I traveled east until I came to that band of water that divides the world of

men from Jotunheim.

How are you?

walked for many miles without seeing a soul.

But then finally, I reached a huge hole.

Large amounts of giants.

They were all lounging on benches.

One giant, who I took to be the king, he asked me if I had any skill.

And what did you tell him?

I told him that I could drink.

And that I doubted whether anyone in that hall could drink as much as me.

He asked his cupbearer to bring his sconce horn.

And he said some men there took two draughts to empty it.

But nobody was so feeble that they couldn't drain it in three.

Did you manage?

I took enormous groves until I was breathless.

But when I finished...

I saw that the level of the drink was just a little bit lower than when I

started.

So the king, he asked me if I wanted to try my hand at some other type of

contest.

I demanded that he let me wrestle with someone.

Who did you wrestle?

She was called Ellie.

She was his old foster mother. She was a horrible old crone who came in

harvelling with a stake.

I hurled myself upon her. But the moment that I laid hands on her, I

realised she was strong.

As it caught me in a lock, threw me off balance, I clung to her desperately.

But after a struggle, I...

was forced to a knee.

And so I lost.

Then what happened to you?

I told the king that he had put me to shame.

He confessed to using spells to trick me. He said he could scarcely believe

his eyes when I drank from the horn because the other end was in the same.

He said that when I got back to the ocean, that I would see how much it had

ebbed with my efforts.

And his old foster mother?

He said it was a marvel that I had withstood her for so long, because Ellie

is old age.

No one can withstand old age.

Indeed.

Well, it seems to me it was not you in the Great Hall.

Then who was I?

You were the god Thor.

Only Thor can train the seas and fight old age.

You're right.

I was Thor.

The Thunder God!

But even so, I was still there.

And I saw it all with my own eyes.

Who is that?

No one.

He is your son.

He needs to see me.

Queenos, look.

Listen to me, Ivor.

All the pain is going away, Ivor.

All the pain is gone. I am taking your pain.

That's it. Good boy.

How did you do that?

Is this really a bath?

It is very big.

So... Who will join me?

Let us talk about the Romans.

Most of what they built here now lies in ruins.

But there is another place, a great city, which the Romans built, and it

still stands to this day. It is a city called Paris, in a land

called Francia.

I visited there with the Emperor Charlemagne.

I've once visited Paris myself.

It is set upon an island in the middle of a great river called the Seine.

It has high walls and ramparts all around it for many miles.

I remember when I saw it for the first time.

It was like a dream, as if it were not real.

A vision.

How far is the city?

It lies on the other side of a narrow stretch of water.

Many here trade with the Franks, and we still drink their wine.

What is it?

This is wrong.

It's wrong.

I'm sorry.

What for?

You didn't do anything.

Nothing happened.

I wanted something to happen.

I wanted something to happen between you and me.

Right there in the water, in front of them. I didn't care.

It was wrong of me.

I'm married.

I have a child.

I'm a Christian.

Nothing happened and you've done no wrong.

And the Lord understands our weaknesses and our trials.

I am tired.

Athelstan.

I'm so tired.

Then go and sleep.

And may the Lord in his mercy bless you and keep you.

Judas.

Blessed Judas.

This is your fault, Ragnar.

Torsten has died fighting for a hill he did not want to own.

For something which meant nothing to him.

He has died a pointless death.

How many more of us must die for your Christians?

Or have you, in your heart, already renounced our gods and turned to the

Christ God?

Is that what your friend Athelstan has persuaded you to do?

Look.

Here we are, under an English sky, burying our dead.

who we have sacrificed for Jesus Christ.

We're all fated to die on a certain day, yes?

But it is our own choice to do as we please until that day comes.

I did not force Torsten or any of you to come for that matter.

You all chose to be here.

My heart is as heavy for Torsten as anyone's.

But I'm sure that I will bump into him again soon.

And in the meantime, Floki, shut your face.

Ragnar, you had better come and see your son.

Is she still alive?

Yes.

But her face?

It is my fault.

I didn't protect her.

That is what a shield is for.

We fight.

That is how we win.

And that is how we die.

Do you understand?

But she's with child.

And you let her come.

She will, brother.

With your child in her belly. And it will be your fault.

Because you have the strength of a man, but the will of a little girl.

I can't believe you, my son.

I can't even look at you.

I do not think she

will die.

She wants to live.

She has a lot to live for.

If she hears you weeping and lamenting, she will choose to die.

Be strong.

Be a man.

Coax her back from Valhalla.

She is already at the gates.

Ragnar, my ally.

Bogard has something to say to you.

I did not mean to fight against you today.

I am young. I was led by evil counselors.

I beg your forgiveness, King Ragnar.

I forgive you.

We bring you good news our armies have defeated the Mercians Thank

God my son a cool wolf is alive and also

King Ragnar and your son Then we too. Thank the gods

You must stay we are ready to sow the first crop and Sacrifice

to fray to ensure its success

We should stay.

And take part.

I agree. We will stay for the sacrifice.

My lord. I said, we will stay.

Could I cross?

Look! Look by all the gods!

Could I cross my nets?

I must have drowned for I can find no marks on our bodies.

How is this possible?

So far out to sea?

All I know is my nets were suddenly heavy like I caught a whale.

Freyja, freyja sem is gof skin freyja, vet heitel dir, vet

blóten dir het blátt.

Freyja, son or náttar, sá sem varende oskin i sólar al

óvegster jarðar. Med blóten, blótsed, faytú a saytú jarðar.

Med o reddrei, þíltúr, módon, sguin heraldil óvegster jarðar.

Tzimen erdnu.

Tzimen erdnu!

My lord, this is sacrilege.

Unless they renounce their false gods and heathen ways, we should not allow

them to stay any longer.

His name is Harbard.

It is possible that he is a magician, or he has powers of some kind.

Why do you think that?

Before he arrived, I dreamt of him.

And so did two other women, all of us the same dream.

Queen Asla cannot comfort her son Ivar when he is suffering.

But this man, he...

He takes away Ivar's pain, and the boy goes back to sleep.

If he possesses powers, then he is putting them to good use.

Are you sure?

Two young boys died today.

A fisherman caught them in his nets. Yes, I know.

Might he not be connected to the deaths of these boys?

Why should he be?

But you would know.

What have the gods told you?

What have you foreseen?

The gods have out-saved me nothing, told me nothing.

They have neither warned me nor promised me anything.

And I have foreseen nothing.

But we have foreseen something.

We women, we dreamt that you were...

You were tied up, that you were bleeding, and you could neither move nor

cry out.

That is what we saw.

We saw the...