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LOTHBROK:
Previously on Vikings...

LOTHBROK: Tell me about Paris.

It has these walls all around.

This city is impregnable.

Give us the name of the father
of your child?

Athelstan.

(SCREAMING LOUDLY) Athelstan.

ATHELSTAN: The Lord
has come to me.

LOTHBROK: Then you're
a Christian again?

With all my heart.

It is better that
I leave Kattegat now.

What do you mean?
You cannot leave!

You're the only one I can
trust, so you must stay.

FLOKI: Blood must be spilled.

A sacrifice be made.

My purpose is clear.

Lord, receive my soul.

(SCREAMING)

There is nothing that can
console me now.

Forgive me, my friend,
not for what I have done

But for what I am about to do.

(IF I HAD A HEART PLAYING)

BOATER: Lord Ragnar.

(IN NATIVE TONGUE) Count Odo,
we watch with dismay,

the arrival of the Northmen
before Paris.

And we wonder how they have
been allowed to reach us?

Imperial Highness, we had many
warnings of such an attack.

We warned the Count
of Flanders, and others,

to prepare: to fortify their
towns, block their rivers -

but all of them refused.

(IN ENGLISH) It is all very well
to criticize others.

If they had agreed to act,

the progress of the Northmen
would have been frustrated

at every reach of the river.

But while others have neglected
their responsibilities,

I have not been idle.

Paris has been prepared
for this attack.

We are well-provisioned
with food and water,

enough to last
the whole summer.

I am relieved to hear it.

To some extent,

we are at your mercy,
Count Odo,

for you must protect us
against these pagans.

Your Highness,
it is still not too late

for you to leave the city.

Many here would urge you
to save yourself.

Surely,

they would blame me
for abandoning

our capital at such a time?

Perhaps they would think
it is a sensible precaution.

Allow me a moment
to reflect, Count Odo.

GISLA: Father?

Count Odo thinks it might be
a good idea for me to leave.

You must tell Count Odo
that you have no intention

of abandoning your people.

That whatever happens,

you will stay with them,

be with them,

protect them.

I am sure, father, that that
was always your intention.

Count Odo,

I am determined
not to quit the city.

Not in its most
urgent hour of need.

The next few days and weeks

will test the faith
of all of us.

I pray to God Almighty
that not one of us

is found wanting

in either courage

or belief.

Yours is a heavy burden,

Count Odo.

You have many Christian
souls in your care.

I carry this burden
with a light heart,

knowing I share it with our
Lord, and with your Highness.

But I must ask your Highness
if you have appealed

to your brother,
the Eastern Emperor, for help?

He could surely provide
an army for our relief.

I will not ask
either of my brothers for help.

I must prove myself better
than my brothers, Count Odo,

and these Northmen have
provided the opportunity.

Defeat them,

and I will be seen
as a worthy successor

to my grandfather,

to the great Charlemagne.

So you see, Count Odo,

that your burden is...

Really much heavier
than you imagined.

(MAN SHOUTING WAR CRY)

Raise shields!

(MAN SHOUTING ORDERS)

ROLLO: Climb! Climb aboard!

Row! Row!

KING ECBERT: Mmm.

Forgive me for asking, my son,

but how is your marriage?

It's a marriage.

It is hard to forget
what happened, and...

I try hard to forgive,

as our Lord requires us to do.

"Even those who
trespass against us."

I'm glad to hear it.

There is something
I wanted to ask you.

Judith is King Aelle's daughter.

What does she think
of her father?

And...

What would she think
if we decided

to overthrow him?

You would really do that?

Of course.

How else would I become
Bretwalda, King of Kings?

King of all England.
Of course I must overthrow him.

I just wondered how upset
your wife would be.

From what Judith has told me,

there is no love
lost between them.

That is what I thought.

Do you plan to invade?

Not initially.
I have certain plans in place.

Various suggestions
to invite chaos.

Including, perhaps,
assassination.

My God! Father, Aelle is
your ally and your friend.

Oh, no. Not my friend.

I don't have any friends.

It's better that way.

(BABY CRYING)

Come here, Alfred.

Come to your grandfather.

A magnificent boy!

ECBERT: I wonder how he is?

JUDITH: Who?

Athelstan.

It's that name again.

Why must you forever
bring him to mind?

For when I think of that
filthy apostate,

it reminds me of how my wife
whored with him.

And how much more she should
have suffered for it.

ECBERT: Aethelwulf!

This is not to do with you,
father!

This is between me
and this Jezebel!

This harlot!

(BABY CRYING)

Leave. Now.

Here.

(SNAKE HISSING)

(HISSING)

You wanted to talk to me,
Ragnar?

I miss him.

Athelstan.

I wish he was here with us.

Since you carry his cross,
he still is here with us.

He would have been useful.

We will manage without him.

Well.

We have no choice now.

(GRUNTS)

Father, forgive me.

(CRIES OUT IN PAIN)

Holy Father, forgive me.

For behold,
I am a miserable sinner.

(SNIFFING)

MESSENGER:
I must speak with the prince.

Prince Aethelwulf!

Prince Aethelwulf!

You have interrupted
the sacred.

There is no excuse.

There is one, My Lord.

Death waits for no man!

Who is this?

You sent nobles
with Queen Kwenthrith,

to look after
our interests in Mercia.

What happened to you?

The Queen

repudiated the contract
she signed with us.

She wants to rule alone.

(GROANS)

She tried to kill all of us
that were sent

to safeguard
the interests of Wessex.

She is quite mad.

Speak no more.

Rest, My Lord.

I know we have had
our differences of late.

Perhaps it is my fault,
I have not been myself.

I want you to know, Floki,

that I need you.

Now more than ever.

I've always believed in you.

That is why

I want you to be in command
of this raid.

Me?

Sit, sit.

It's okay, sit.

King Ragnar,
we have reached Paris.

-Now, we all want to know...
-Puh, puh, puh, puh...

The king...

My oldest friend has asked me
to take command.

So...

How do we best
attack the city?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Some of us...

Have taken a closer look
at the city

from further up the bank.

And we suggest a plan.

To mount simultaneous attacks

both from the water
and from the land.

LAGERTHA: I will lead
an assault on the tower

and the gates of the city.

We will attack
the gates together.

LAGERTHA: I said I would lead
the assault.

We may need the tools
Erlendur made.

I will make that decision,
if and when we need to make it.

I trust Earl Kalf to make it.

I don't think
you were listening.

At the same time as the attack
at the gates

there will also be
a river-borne attack.

The ships will be filled with
warriors and means of scaling,

we will beach beneath the walls.

We will climb up and gain entry

to the city that way as well.

In which case, Floki, you will
be responsible for constructing

whatever it is we need
to scale these walls.

(SNICKERS) Oh, don't you
worry about me, Rollo.

I will make something
truly astonishing.

Just wait and see.

All those who agree
with the plan, say aye.

ALL: Aye!

Aye.

Let's hope the gods
bless your efforts.

(SNICKERS)

(ASLAUG SPEAKING
IN NATIVE TONGUE)

Please take her.

Take my baby.

What are you talking about?

I cannot care for her.

ASLAUG: Of course you can.

I can't.

I want her to be
like your sons.

I want her to be Viking.

What does it matter
what you call someone?

Whether she's Viking
or not Viking is not important.

What is important is that
you love and nurture her.

For if you are fortunate,
she will grow up healthy.

And give you grandchildren
to be proud of.

Think of Bjorn.

I am...

This is why I want you
to raise his daughter.

Bjorn loves you.

Bjorn will be much happier

and better off without me.

-That is not true.
-It is what I believe.

It is a very selfish thing
to believe.

(SNIFFLING) I cannot help it.

Your daughter needs you.

She needs her mother.

You must not talk this way.

Pray to Freya.

Freya will comfort you
as she comforts me.

We women bear heavy burdens.

But it is not to be helped.

And even when we are dealt
with harshly,

remember, it is the gods who
have woven our destinies.

Not ourselves.

My son.

I have another mission for you
on our behalf.

You must go to Mercia
and persuade Queen Kwenthrith

that her interests and ours
are one and the same.

She has killed
six of our nobles.

Yes.

That is certainly...

unfortunate.

And she ought to be punished.

So much for gratitude.

What kind of a world
do we live in,

when the friends of our friends,
kill our friends?

But still, there is a way
for this deluded Queen

to find some redemption.

There is?

My son,

Mercia has been weakened
by years of civil wars.

She is no longer what she was,

and must acknowledge
the power of Wessex.

Without Wessex,
Mercia is now more than ever

at the mercy of the Northmen.

As well as other
Saxon neighbors.

Like Northumbria?

Precisely. Like Northumbria.

Yes.

Those closest, but unexpected,

can sow a terrible harvest.

I charge you to go to Mercia.

And tell the Queen
that she may be forgiven

for slaughtering our nobles,

but only if she begs mercy

and reconfirms her subjugation
to Wessex.

If not, we will show her
the iron fist.

We will invade and we will
destroy her,

and her limbs being fastened
to four horses,

her body will be torn apart.

Or something of that sort.

But also tell her that we have
a repugnance for such measures,

being Christians.

Torvi...

Torvi, I should have
spoken before.

Why?

You know why.

It doesn't matter.

I am not with child,
neither am I a child.

I took advantage.

So did I.

Uh...

This is for you.

What's that?

Nothing.

-Let me see!
-No.

You are hurting me.

It's far too good for you.

Whore.

ODO: The Northmen have been
scouting the countryside,

and our defenses.

We must expect an attack
any day now.

EMPEROR CHARLES: Gisla,
I regret not sending you

to safety in time.

It is much on my mind.

I did not want to be
sent away.

I wanted to stay here
with you.

There is nowhere I would
rather be than here in Paris,

beside you,
in your hour of need.

But I must tell you both,

I have been much about the city.

The people of Paris
are frightened to death

by this pagan army.

So far, only their firm belief

in god's grace and protection,

prevents them from becoming
hysterical and violent.

I am aware of the need to pacify
and control the population.

Thank you, Princess Gisla.

Perhaps yourself
might have to reassure them

that we are well-protected,
and have enough supplies

to withstand a long siege.

Though, God willing,
it will not come to that.

You may rely upon me
to do everything possible

to persuade the people
of our ultimate victory.

Even your presence
in the city, Princess,

helps them to believe in that.

Yet it is for my father
to lead us to that victory.

Is it not, father?

I must to bed.

I am tired.

But I am glad we have had
this conversation,

and I am also very glad that

I have placed my faith in you,
Count Odo,

as well as in God Almighty,

for the successful outcome
of this matter.

I must too go to bed.

Of course.

And yet I beg you to stay
a moment and listen to me.

You once refused
my offer of marriage.

What had I achieved?
What could I offer you?

But then I heard how many
other offers of marriage

you had declined,
from men far richer,

far grander than me, and...

So, it gave me hope.

And my hope is that once
I have successfully managed

the defense of Paris,

and the defeat
of the Northmen, and...

Gained a new and high
reputation,

you will look again
at my proposal?

If you save Paris,

I will forever
be in your debt.

But your first duty,
Count Odo,

is to concentrate
on the defeat of the Northmen.

On that, I am sure
we both agree.

FLOKI: Higher up.

FLOKI: Pull again, pull again.
It needs to be more on an angle.

You must be hungry. I have
brought you something to eat.

I'm not hungry.

My work nourishes me.

I have so many
responsibilities now, Helga.

Everyone is depending on me.

My inventions will allow us
to enter Paris.

You will see, Helga.

Our warriors will storm
the walls

and we will all win
the greatest renown.

Especially me.

Floki, the boat builder.

Floki, the tower maker.

MAN: Over here.

But, of course...

It's not me making these towers.

It's the gods
using my poor hands.

Do you know why
they are helping me, Helga?

Do you know why?

It's because I gave them
a great sacrifice.

I appeased them.

I delighted them.

I filled them with joy.

Do you know what I did, Helga?

Do you know what I did?

I killed Athelstan!

(HORSES GALLOPING)

Whoa! Whoa.

Who are you?

You know who I am.
Now take me to her.

Not until you tell me
the purpose of your visit,

the Queen will need to know.

Queen Kwenthrith knows
perfectly well, that the son

of King Ecbert of Wessex
wishes to speak to her.

She would certainly be
ill-advised

if she refused to meet me.

Look! You...

Do as you're told.

I want to spare your life.

Judith...

You spoke before
in the baths of the Romans.

I was surprised.

Most of our people
know nothing about them.

I still know very little,
but I was always curious.

I have some words, here...

From the Romans themselves.

Athelstan helped me
to translate them.

Athelstan?

(READING IN LATIN)

"Don't ask, we may never know,
Leuconoe,

"what the gods plan
for you and me.

"Leave the Chaldees to parse

"the sentence of the stars."

So strange.

As though he is here,
talking to us now.

"Of expectation. Life's short.

"Even while we talk,
time, hateful, runs a mile.

"Don't trust tomorrow's bough
for fruit,

"Pluck this, here, now."

Well, whoever wrote those words
must be very wise.

Judith.

As long as there is breath
in my body, I will protect you

and your son, Alfred.
Believe me.

Hm.

Hm.

(WOMAN MOANING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING WILDLY)

(ATHELWULF GRUNTING ANGRILY)

KWENTHRITH: Prince Athelwulf.

Do forgive me
for keeping you waiting?

I was bathing.

Queen Kwenthrith, I bring
a message from my father.

He condemns the murder
of our nobles,

who accompanied you
here in good faith.

He insists that you reaffirm
the status of Mercia

as a client state of Wessex.

Ah, so much talk of business.

Come, now.

May I offer you a cup of wine?

To our alliance.

(TUTS)

There.

Now, come.

Sit.

(SIGHS) So...

I'm quite happy to discuss
these matters further.

What is there to discuss?

-My father insists that...
-My father, my father!

How old are you, Aethelwulf? Hm?

Do you always do what your
father tells you?

Don't you have your own thoughts
and your own feelings?

I have feelings of duty.

I try to do what is right.

For my country and for my god.

(LAUGHING)

Oh.

Do you know what I wonder?

I wonder what your father
threatened to do to me.

Hm... Let's see.

Did he want to tear me apart?

Violate me?

Whip me?

Oh, whip?

Would you like to whip me?

Would it excite you?

Oh...

Come to my bed.

After all, why not enjoy
what your father enjoyed?

Lord, lead me not
into temptation,

but deliver me from evil.

Goodnight.

Sweet dreams.

Come.

Prince Aethelwulf?

May I present to you, my son,

Prince Magnus.

Hello, darling.

That is a Northern name,
that is not one of ours.

Oh, clever you.

Yes, he's named
after his father.

His father?

I think you may know him.

Ragnar Lothbrok.

Our nobles...

Before you killed them...

Never reported that
you were with child,

still less that the father
was Ragnar Lothbrok.

Nevertheless,
he is Ragnar's son.

And nothing will stop him
from returning to these shores

both for Magnus
and for his settlement.

We have destroyed
his settlement.

Then he will return

with vengeance upon you.

In which case, it will
inconvenience us a great deal

if he were to find
a ready ally here in Mercia.

So whether or not this poor
child is Ragnar's son,

makes no difference.

He cannot help you.

And you can't threaten us
with him.

Guards!

(CHUCKLING)

Queen Kwenthrith...

You would
be unwise to kill us.

It would give my father
the very pretext he needs.

A pretext to invade Mercia

and become its king.

He may even have been
prepared to sacrifice me

to attain his ends.

So, if you value your life,

and that of your son,

then I suggest you sign
the documents

we have brought with us,

reaffirming the fact that Mercia

is a vassal state of Wessex,

and must, in future,
pay not only homage,

but also taxes to Wessex
for the privilege.

Carry on!

Everything ready, Floki?

Yes.

Everything is ready.

Tomorrow we attack Paris.

(GIGGLES)

(BELL TOLLING)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)
Axe time!

Sword time!

Shields are splintered!

(REPEATING WITH
CROWD AS CHANT)