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I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred.

I released the slave Guthred and saw him crowned King of Cumbraland.

I fell in love with his sister while commanding his troops.

I wish to be seen as Sigefrid's equal.

I ask that you offer your sister in marriage.

He behaves as if he were king!

To defeat Kjartan the Cruel, an alliance was formed

with the brothers, Erik and Sigefrid.

Kjartan's land will become your land. To peace.

But Guthred's counsellors saw me as a threat

and wanted Christian men in the army.

He believes himself to be above each one of us.

And so a secret bargain was made with my uncle.

Two hundred spears. In return,

I shall require the head... of Osbert.

What are you doing?!

Guthred showed clemency,

but still betrayed me.

You will become a slave, Uhtred. And Halig with you.

King Alfred freed my brother Ragnar to rescue me.

[grunting]

But he was too late.

[screams]

You belong to me now.

Destiny is all.

♪♪

♪♪

[grunting]

[Hakka] Pull, you bastards!

Yah!

Pull!

We need to fly! Pull!

[grunting]

[coughing]

It's like looking out of a grave.

That will not be our fate... [grunts]

I swear to you.

You think these bastards will bother... [grunts]

digging a hole for ya?

We are destined to be tossed overboard with the rest of the shite.

[Halig] I tell you, Finan,

it would be my own bad luck if I got tossed overboard alive.

I can't swim!

[chuckles]

[Uhtred] Never give up, Halig.

-Shut your mouth back there! -Never give in.

You don't speak, slave!

You pull!

Yes, men!

We pull and...!

-Pull! Pull! -Pull! Pull!

-Pull! Pull! -Pull! Pull!

-Pull! Pull! -Pull! Pull!

-Pull! Pull! -Pull! Pull!

-Pull! -Pull!

One day, Osbert,

I will kill that bastard and savor it.

[grunting]

♪♪

200 spears as promised. A man of his word.

It would seem.

We can lay siege to Dunholm as early as tomorrow.

The unified armies of Guthred,

Aelfric, the two brothers,

we march on Dunholm.

We show Kjartan our numbers.

We stand fast.

We starve Kjartan...

of water, food...

-life itself-- -How did he die?

Who?

Uhtred, lord.

His name is Osbert.

Did he shit his britches?

Did he beg for mercy? I want to know.

Uhtred would never beg.

-Your queen? -No.

She has a free tongue, Lord Aelfric.

She will say nothing more.

[Aelfric] Well, I, I wish to see it.

My nephew's head, where is it?

Where it has always been, on his shoulders.

Rest assured that Uhtred is as good as dead.

"As good as dead"?

♪♪

Then he is still alive?

For the siege of Dunholm, we agreed 200 spears for his head.

That was the bargain.

Lord, he is a ship's slave.

In reality, Osbert's been given a fate far, far worse than death.

You must understand,

Uhtred saved my life.

He was my friend.

-Your friend? -[Guthred] Yes.

Lord, I swear, you shall never hear from him again--

Perhaps I should make an ally of Kjartan, once again.

Maybe he will succeed where you have so willfully failed.

All I required was a single, lifeless head.

Lord, may I suggest that you rest?

Aidan, how many days have we been marching?

-Six days, lord. -[Eadred] And you should rest.

Six days for no reward!

Lord, rest, eat, drink.

There must be something we can do or offer to make this right.

Lord Aelfric,

you will have gathered by now that my brother is part fool.

You should have nothing more to do with him.

My sister has humor and a tongue!

We leave tomorrow.

-[Eadred] Lord I beg you-- -My business here is over!

Goodbye Lord Aelfric, so nice to meet you. Enjoy the long walk home to Bebbanburg.

[Erik] Guthred, by saving Uhtred,

what you now have is a chaos of your own making.

Chaos.

If Aelfric is not with us, then the ground has shifted.

We will take no part in the siege of Dunholm.

Erik, we must!

We have an agreement, we have plans.

That will no longer involve the brothers.

[Sigefrid] No Dunholm means we must again fight for our wealth!

[Guthred] Sigefrid, we do have a peace!

We do have a peace!

Lord, we are in need of an ally.

You must offer your sister.

♪♪

The horses are ready?

They are, lady.

Sihtric, I choose you because you are loyal to Lord Uhtred.

Always, lady.

You will give this note to Hild when she returns.

She will return.

How long will you be gone, lady?

All I know, is that I cannot stay.

[indistinct chatter]

[Aethelflaed] We are Wessex, of course,

and to our north lies Mercia, our allies.

-Mm-hmm. And to the east? -Danelaw.

Above is Northumbria and Cumberland,

where Pagans rule and threaten our Christian brothers.

And beyond the great wall is the kingdom that they call Alba,

where it is cold and wild.

[Alfred] Good.

And what do we call everything south of the wall?

That will one day be England.

Aethelflaed, it would cost a great deal of both blood and silver

to conquer these lands, even more to hold the ground.

And so alliances must be forged...

unions made.

I am to be married?

Once a suitable match has been made.

I am ready to do my duty.

[people screaming]

♪♪

[groans]

There is a beauty to a burning village. It's like you said, "chaos".

[whimpering]

[groans]

[screams]

I wish to be known as Sigefrid...

[groans]

Lord of Chaos. [laughs]

[screaming]

Come with me. Come on.

[panting]

Sister Hild and company,

what is your purpose?

We're here on the orders of Alfred of Wessex.

I want to see King Guthred.

You are a Dane.

I am. Earl Ragnar Ragnarson.

This is the warrior, Steapa, Alfred's man.

[Steapa] Alfred sends greeting to King Guthred.

And Guthred's sister, Lady Gisela. Is she here?

I would like to see her.

-She is not. She did abandon the city. -[Hild] Where to?

I have yet to find out, but I shall find out.

You're his brother?

-You're Uhtred's brother. -It is Guthred.

I am, lord.

Alfred sent you to do what?

To find Uhtred.

He is in Uhtred's debt and would not see him harmed.

Uhtred is lost.

I'm truly sorry to say that.

My apologies to both you and to Alfred.

[Eadred] There, you've had a wasted journey.

[Guthred] Rest, please.

-Here, by all means-- -You will tell me the name of the man

-who took Uhtred. -I need to gather my thoughts.

Lord, I wish to know the name of the slaver!

If you are truly sorry, you will tell me and where to find him!

Uhtred is indeed lost.

[thunder rumbling]

[grunting]

Bail, you dogs!

Release our chains, we'll work faster!

Bail out or you'll go down with her!

[grunting]

You want to live?

You bail!

[grunting]

♪♪

I pray God will keep him safe, lady.

[grunting]

Osbert, he will not stop bailing.

[grunting]

[grunts]

Rest. You will need your strength.

I'm happy enough to bail.

Hey!

[grunting]

Oh? Oh, you think you are better than these men?

They are property,

as are you.

You should let go of your pride,

it will be the death of you.

Rest!

He's right.

You should rest.

[grunts]

We're wasting away, you and I.

We should be saving what's left of our strength to run.

But to run, we will need skin on our feet,

not rotting flesh.

Then we should bail.

[grunting]

[Eadred] These wretches all tell the same story, lord.

They flee slaughter at the hands of the brothers.

We must surely be next.

And what do I do?

Do I fight?

Do I now march against the brothers?

It is not my place to instruct a king on the ways of war.

I am asking for your counsel!

I am without a commander of my Guard!

Then I would say we need first to secure grain enough for the winter

to feed these wretches.

And I would say we need Lord Aelfric of Bebbanburg now more than ever!

♪♪

We would appreciate some water, for ourselves and the horses.

It's yours. [grunts]

[horse neighs]

-You are Jonis. -I am.

I've been told you took a man,

a warrior, from Guthred of Eoferwic.

You sold him as a slave.

I see the faces of so many creatures.

I'm not here to open your belly, Jonis.

[Steapa] Not yet.

I'll pay you.

Here...

[slaves clamoring]

You will not feed the slaves!

And you will not bark like a great fat hound!

[slaves clamoring]

You said you would pay?

Yes, I did.

A warrior slave, called himself Osbert.

[coins jingle]

There was another man, smaller, Saxon.

[sighs]

A sea trader named Sverri took them both.

Where is Sverri now?

Wherever the sea and promise of silver takes him.

Life at oar is hard and short.

Sverri will return, I'm sure.

Refresh his crew.

When?

Autumn and winter will pass,

but, come spring,

the first full moon after Sigr Blot,

we will gather for business at the beach.

Sverri will be there, I swear.

And between that time he sails where?

His ships plough the roughest sea, he could be any place.

-You tell us nothing. -I tell you what I know to be true.

All you can do is watch the beaches and wait.

♪♪

[Man] Saxon dogs!

Move it now!

[Uhtred] It's East Anglia.

[Uhtred] It could well be Frankia.

[coughs]

[Uhtred] Drink water.

I need land.

Yes... Lord, I need land. I need to get out.

-I need land! I need land! -Halig! Back at your place!

-He is back in his place! -Tell them who you are!

-Tell them you have silver! -Halig, you will be quiet now!

He is sick with the fever!

-[groans] -We will hold him!

-[grunts] -[groans]

-I said we will hold him! -[groans]

Worthless slaves.

[spits]

[chuckles]

[grunting]

-I can't! -Halig, Halig--

-I can't stay on this ship! -Halig!

You are a warrior.

You followed me into battle at Ethandun.

You fought bravely! Halig!

You saved me from Kjartan's spies in Cumbraland. Remember that?

I did.

You did.

We are warriors!

♪♪

[Uhtred] And our time will come.

Look at me, Halig.

You have followed every order I've ever given you.

Now, I'm giving you one more.

You will row.

You will pull and you will wait and our time will come.

Then together we shall win.

Together.

Mother, please tell me he is not here as a suitor.

He is Ceolwulf, the father of Mercia.

He is barely alive.

Lord Ceolwulf,

Wessex is honored to welcome you.

We welcome all of the Ealdormen of Mercia.

We do not.

May our discussions prove to be beneficial and fruitful for both parties.

Swords, Alfred.

I shall make my point clear from the outset.

We demand swords

and the men to carry them--

To help stem the wave upon wave of raiders, lord, from the Daneland.

Forgive my interruption.

Mercia lost many a warrior at Ethandun and willingly.

I expect repayment.

I hear you, Ceolwulf.

I consider our lands to be one--

No, we are not one. We are Mercia and you are Wessex.

Refreshment?

Swords!

I will not be silenced.

Lord Ceolwulf, perhaps a seat? It has been a long journey.

It has!

For a purpose!

I understand completely that, at times, the East of Mercia

is overrun with Viking raiders.

We suffer the same fate along our northern border.

What of your warrior, Uhtred?

He is a leader of men.

Dispatch him to our border with Daneland.

Uhtred and 50 men, I will accept.

Uhtred was last seen in Northumbria, lord,

-the place of his birth. -[Ceolwulf] Northumbria!?

You can send men to the far north but not to your neighbor?

Lord Ceolwulf,

the solution to our problem, I feel, is a bond.

The solution is swords and men.

A permanent bond

between Wessex and Mercia.

-A union, lord. -Swords!

How many times do I need to say it!?

How many times am I to be ignored?

Lord Ceolwulf, you have read my letters?

Lord Ceolwulf?

Yes, of course I have read your letters.

-You're looking for a buck! -A match, lord.

And I have a name for you right here...

in a letter of my own.

A good man, a godly man.

Mercian stock,

like the Lady Aelswith.

But what guarantee do I have...

that Mercia will not become a mere appendage of Wessex,

a poor cousin?

We are a Kingdom!

Lord, your first concern should be that you do not become

an appendage to Daneland.

And who was it agreed

to this thing called Daneland?

It was you.

It was Alfred!

And now it is Mercia that suffers most!

-Swords you demand, lord. -I do.

-And swords you shall have. -How many?

Wessex could never turn away from Mercia,

it would be akin to Alfred turning away from Aelswith.

It could never occur, Lord Ceolwulf, never.

[Ceolwulf] What is this?

Each time I talk of swords and spears...

and yet you insist

on speaking of unions... and of...

-A cup of water for Lord Ceolwulf? -[groans]

-A cup of water! -[groaning]

I think perhaps a hole in the ground.

[people murmuring]

-He has... passed, lord. -[people gasping]

[chuckles]

♪♪

Our, um...

our deepest sympathies are with all of you.

Be assured that I and the Priests of Wessex,

shall pray for Lord Ceolwulf's soul.

I pray eternal light will shine upon him.

We shall adjourn.

Which one of you is Aethelred?

I am Aethelred... lady.

Aethelred, if you could ensure that Ceolwulf is returned to his family,

I would be grateful.

Yes, lord. Of course, lord.

[ship creaking]

Master Sverri and your friend Hakka have good news.

We're finished now until the spring.

Winter will be on land...

Iceland.

Where there is work to be done.

Be ready.

[shivering]

[Hakka chuckles]

Hear that Halig, land.

I love land.

[shivering]

♪♪

So, in place of the head of Osbert

you offer me a bride,

by your own admission...

you have misplaced.

But we will find her lord and soon.

You will find her when?

Before I finish my food?

Before the end of Winter?

Lord, we have eyes across Northumbria and Cumbraland,

and... we have prayer.

[Guthred] She will have gone to Cumbraland.

I know my sister.

Ah, but I do not.

I know she must be...

very fond of me...

to hide herself away like this.

Lord, she would not be the first reluctant bride.

True.

It is also a truth

that she was very fond of your nephew.

I have a duty to tell you, there was talk of marriage.

She remains fond of Osbert?

I would imagine that he is the reason she is in hiding.

Then I shall have her.

You will?

There are however, conditions:

Not one spear shall belong to Eoferwic

until Gisela is delivered and is my wife.

Aidan shall return with you.

You will treat him well and you will feed him well,

through the entire winter, should that be necessary.

I do not eat too much.

Finally, you will deliver a message, from me to Kjartan.

-Kjartan? -Saying what?

Saying how my nephew may be found and therefore killed.

Why bark, when there are hounds available?

[chuckles]

Are we agreed?

Yes.

We are agreed.

♪♪

[men shivering]

I think we might be getting fed, lord.

[Finan] Call him Osbert.

[man coughing]

[pigs grunting]

[shivering]

More than you deserve.

Be grateful.

[grunting]

[thunder rumbling]

[Aethelred] Lord, your gift of warriors,

they have served Mercia well this past winter.

The raids are not so frequent now.

It gladdens me to hear it.

You have done well, Aethelred.

Thank you, Lord.

Now, I believe there is other business. Odda?

Yes, lord.

The bride price.

[Aethelred] Well, we-- [clears throat]

I have considered what would be appropriate.

I propose to gift the lady Aethelflaed, 3,000 pieces.

Four thousand would, perhaps, be more fitting?

Lord Aethelred, she is the King's daughter, she is not without means.

Silver, though valuable,

does not represent what she will become,

a lady of Mercia.

[Odda] Perhaps you have a gift with more...

permanency.

Ancestry.

We would, of course, bequeath Aethelflaed titled lands...

rich lands in Mercia...

to further the union.

A fair price I feel. Excellent.

Excellent, lord.

To permanency.

♪♪

Quick! Hide yourself!

[horse whinnies]

How may I serve you, Sven Kjartenssen?

You will not waste my time.

We will not speak of silver.

We will talk of a man you know as Osbert.

[man grunts]

[grunting]

[panting]

Halig...

[sighs]

[panting]

[coughs]

[coughing]

[sighs]

[gasps]

Do not move.

[grunts]

♪♪

[gasps]

[archer] Please, Hakka.

I said, do not move!

[gasps]

[grunts]

[screams]

Bastards!

[grunting]

-[screams] -[screams]

[chuckles]

Don't just stand there looking idle.

He has the weight of an ox! [grunts]

[laughs]

[panting]

[dogs barking]

We must divide, go separate ways!

[indistinct chatter]

Halig.

Come on, keep going.

[grunting]

♪♪

[dogs barking]

Oh, come on.

-Oh, yeah. -Come on.

Okay.

-Come on. Come on. -Come on.

[dogs barking]

[panting]

[dogs barking]

There! A boat!

-Oh. Blessed Jesus there's a bastard boat! -Halig...

[dogs barking]

[grunting]

[dogs barking]

[grunting]

[screams]

[groaning]

Halig.

-Leave me! -Get him in the boat!

I'm not leaving you!

[grunting]

[panting]

-[Man] Pull! -[grunting]

Pull!

Pull!

[whip cracking]

Pull!

Pull!

Lord!

[grunting]

You are alive only because I am curious to know who you are...

and if you'll fetch a good price.

-Pull. -[Halig screams]

Pull and save him the pain!!

[grunting]

[Sverri] Pull!

[screams]

[screams]

Pull and give him the peace of death!

[Halig screams]

[Sverri] Pull!

♪♪

[screams]

[screams]

Pull!

[sobbing]

[Halig screams]

[Sverri] Pull!

[sobbing]

[screams]

[Sverri] Pull!

[sobbing]

[gagging]

Pull!

[Sverri] Jonis!

[seagulls squawking]

I'm looking for Jonis the slaver, is he here?

Who has seen him?

[Sven] You will deal with me today.

You know who I am?

I do, lord.

You have something that I want, Master Sverri.

Yes, lord.

♪♪

Uhtred Ragnarson.

Is that you?

Is it?

What do you call this man?

He calls himself Osbert, but I heard another slave call him lord.

It is him.

[chuckles]

I have waited for this moment.

Give him a sword.

A sword!

[sword unsheathes]

Sven?

[chuckles]

Yes.

It is me, Sven the one-eye.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

He is too weak.

I will kill you.

Uhtred, I am pleased that you will try.

[grunts]

He is too weak!

[groans]

[grunting]

I will be forever the man

who killed the great warrior Uhtred.

[yelling]

♪♪

[yelling]

[screams]

[groans]

[screams]

-[Ragnar] Uhtred! -[grunts]

Uhtred!

[horse whinnies]

Uhtred?

It is me, it's Ragnar.

Ragnar.

♪♪

[sobbing]

Did you believe we would abandon you?

[sobbing]

Free them all.

-[grunting] -[chains breaking]

[groans]

Pull.

[gags]

[panting]

[chuckles]

[owls hoots]

Halig.

He has been taken down,

wrapped and buried...

with shield and sword.

You will say words for him, Hild?

I have.

I will, always.

Northumbria is torn.

Aelfric did not come to Guthred's side.

Erik and Sigefrid and Kjartan: they do what they please.

You haven't asked how I come to be here.

Alfred. [chuckles]

Alfred sent us.

I believe the King of Wessex cares for you.

You're... Uhtred's brother?

I am.

You look nothing like each other.

[chuckling]

Uhtred, you should eat.

Finan.

Oh, we will eat, lady...

but our tummies are small.

And our feet have barely touched dry land.

It'll take a little time to find them.

Are you his brother?

We are...

We are bound, I would say.

♪♪

Up. You've been asleep for a day or more.

I can do it.

[sighs]

Take off your clothes.

♪♪

You've not looked me in the eye...

not once.

I am ashamed of what I became.

You are Uhtred son of Uhtred.

Lord of Bebbanburg.

It's time you remembered that.

You kept the blade sharp.

I knew you'd return.

She is heavier than I remember.

How did Alfred come to know of my fate?

You?

I will not forget.

You will always have my protection.

I could not ask for more.

And this...

this is my gift to you.

Protection.

[sighs]

You are too good a woman for God alone.

[chuckles]

Uhtred, it is you.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[sniffles]

The apples are beginning to fall without...

-Shh. -...picking.

Here we are, Brothers, God's gift.

Thank you, Mother, most generous.

You have been to Cumbraland you say?

We have and without luck.

And you've had no strangers call unto your door, Mother?

Strangers, yes. Traders and wretches, but no ladies.

Hmm.

You have an appetite, lord.

Mm. I do.

It's good.

I'm pleased.

Alfred waits...

for your return.

We have business here, Steapa, in the north.

I gave my word. We go to Wessex.

But we are here, now.

I gave my word we go directly to Wessex,

Kjartan can wait,

and Thyra... must wait.

And Gisela?

What of her?

She is safe.

She waits for you at the nunnery at Epchester.

[sighs]

♪♪

-No. No. No! -[Eadred] Seize her!

-No, I will not! No! -Hold her!

Hold her fast!

Stand beside her, we shall have her married.

You have no right!

I have every right and you will be quiet!

Elfric's man, stand beside her.

We shall have her married to Aelfric right now.

Without a husband, lord?

I will not marry against my will! You cannot-- [groans]

Do not strike the poor girl!

Do as you are told and as God demands!

Beside her, as proxy.

You'll stand in for Lord Aelfric.

We shall dispense with the joining of hands,

you may take her arm.

[panting]

I will not be party to this.

-I will not marry-- -And we'll dispense with the vows.

[sighs]

[horses approaching]

[gasps]

[indistinct chatter]

I hereby proclaim Lady Gisela of Cumbraland

and Lord Aelfric of Bebbanburg to be man and wife.

-[Uhtred] Gisela! -Uhtred?

Uhtred, I'm here!

-[Gisela] Uhtred. -You will let her go.

-You are too late. -You will let her go!

She is married now. She belongs to Aelfric.

It is a lie, Uhtred.

Where is Aelfric?

If he is not here, then he cannot be married.

By proxy, you fool!

This man stood beside her in place of Aelfric.

Uhtred, in the eyes of God, she is married.

Did you hump her for Aelfric?

-He did not. -Then there is no marriage, it is a lie.

She is married and it cannot be undone!

Make her a widow.

No!

Gisela is married to Aelfric. Not to Aidan.

I have a wife already. A different wife.

Uhtred, I'm bored with this.

Kill them all.

[panting]

Do as you wish. In sight of God, she is married.

Say she is married again.

She's married.

[grunts]

She is what?

-She is married. [groans] -Uhtred!

-Is she married? -Yes!

[groans]

He's a man of God!

Say it one more time, priest, and I swear the devil will take you.

You are nothing but a heathen and the bitch is married!

[groans]

[gasps]

♪♪

You!

You will go to my uncle...

and when he asks of his wife,

you will tell him she is in the bed of Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

I trust you are in health.

I improve with each passing day.

-And you, lord? -God afflicts me.

But there is purpose in that, so I must be glad of it.

Earl Ragnar, he is a good man.

I should like to free both him and Brida.

Thank you, lord...

-for all you have done. -What do you think of my candles?

I find them to be more effective at night.

I have missed your childish insolence.

I'm trying to measure the passing of time.

I'm hoping to find a candle that burns from midday to midday.

Lord, why did you have me rescued?

-Why have you brought me here? -I had you rescued, firstly,

because I was able and, secondly, because it is no more than you deserved.

Though I admit I... would like you in my service once again.

I am grateful, of course...

-but I have my own path to follow. -Destiny.

Destiny, lord.

You killed the Abbot Eadred.

According to the words of Brother Trew and others.

-He was a weasel, lord. -A weasel without a sword, a holy weasel.

Who deserved to die.

You killed him on blessed ground.

He was an Abbot.

However, you were in the company of Earl Ragnar,

in the charge of Earl Ragnar, who was under my orders,

and whom I hold responsible for the killing of Abbot Eadred.

No.

-No, lord, it was me and me alone. -Why did he not stop you?

Lord, you cannot blame Ragnar for the Abbot's death.

Yes, I can and I do.

-That is unfair. -He will stand trial.

No!

You are a great warrior, Uhtred.

You are a Saxon who is also a Dane.

The very embodiment of the England that must emerge.

I request that you enter my service.

Lord...

I have been a slave!

I wish to remain a free man.

What is it that you wish for Earl Ragnar?

-Lord, please. -A man of God was slaughtered.

That cannot be ignored, someone must answer.

It will be you

or it will be Earl Ragnar.

You may choose.

Your sword, Uhtred.

You can be a free man within my service.

Ragnar goes free.

He has earned it.

Swear.

I, Uhtred of--

It is the custom to kneel.

[sighs]

I, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, pledge my sword to you, Alfred of Wessex.

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