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I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred.

Sigefrid and Eriks' army

raided our camp and kidnapped
the Lady Aethelflaed.

You took my daughter into battle.

To learn her fate, I
sent my loyal men Rypere

and Sihtric to Beamfleot as spies.

I swear that this prize
will not be sold cheaply.

Wessex shall pay its share of silver
and if necessary its share of blood!

I will do what needs to be done.

What is your opinion on paying
a ransom for Aethelflaed?

Not one I am prepared to say aloud.

I may need you.

Alfred sent us to negotiate the ransom,

but secretly Aethelflaed
and Erik have fallen in love.

Your husband is a fortunate man.

He is not the man I
would choose to be with.

I cannot let her go.

I will leave this place with
Erik or I will not leave at all.

Will you help me?

Please?

Destiny is all.

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What binds a man to a land?

You have a poor wretch, toiling
in the fields, burning in summer,

shivering in winter. He
works all day, every day

for nothing more than a loaf
of bread and a pot to piss in.

His children die of disease, his
wife dies giving him children.

Yet, when that land is
threatened, something stirs. Why?

It is the land that feeds him.

More than that.

Er, the trees off the land
are used for shelter and fire.

More than that.

Is it love, Father?

Oh, for the Lord's sake,
can you not remain quiet?

But, yes, the bastard has
it, it can only be love.

It is a powerful thing. Would
you not agree, Lord Uhtred?

From wretch to warrior,

love gives a man strength
often at the cost of his mind.

How much?

It's not a small amount, Lord.

3,000 lbs weight of silver
and 500 lbs weight of gold.

The first of the metal is to be
delivered by the next full moon,

the remaining amount one month later.

That is an impossible amount.

An absurd amount.

- That is the best price?
- It is, Lord.

It is less than half
their first demand, Lord.

What it is is the
entire wealth of Wessex.

What it would buy is an army to
ensure the end of Wessex and Mercia.

Without the money... what
will happen to my daughter?

She is too valuable to simply
kill, Lord, it would be humiliation.

She will be taken to every town
where Danes rule, she will be

paraded before mocking crowds and
men would pay to take their turn.

It is not just the life and reputation
of my daughter at stake here,

it is the dignity of Wessex.

So, many thousands of men must die,
Lord, for the dignity of Wessex?

Yes, 0dda.

A country is its history,
the sum of all its stories -

we are what our fathers made us.

Would you have me leave my
descendants the shameful tale

of how a Princess of Wessex was
whored to the highest bidder?

That is a tale that would
overshadow all others.

The battle of Ethandun
would become insignificant.

But, Lord, if we pay this ransom...

I do not see how there will be a Wessex.

The tale they tell will be of the king who
paid for the very army that destroyed him!

God would not allow that to happen.

It's not God we are dealing with,
it is the Northmen, the Danes!

Non-believers, over
whom we will triumph.

Should a great battle come of this,

we shall have men enough to face them.

I expect the fyrd of
Mercia to be at our side.

It shall be there, Lord.

The metal will be paid, in full.

My daughter will be spared and
Wessex shall avoid indignity.

But not the slaughter.

0dda, I hear your doubts and
I ask you to renew your faith.

Yes, Lord.

Aethelred, you will join Father Beocca
and I before returning to Mercia.

We must decide how best
to gather the ransom.

Yes, Lord.

This cannot be how it ends.

Lord, you have said all you can say.

And bravely.

There's nothing more for you
to do, so I beg you, do nothing.

Lord?

Lord?

Dagfinn, you can go.

All of you.

Yes, Lord.

Do you have it?

Is that enough?

Yes.

Uhtred can read?

All of my father's
ealdormen can read and write.

Although the letters Uhtred has written,

you could count with one finger.

I will teach you.

What is to prevent
him from doing nothing?

We are asking him to risk
everything for no reward.

Why should he come?

It is Uhtred, he will come. I swear.

He's with her, again?

He is.

He cannot keep away from her.

Let us hope he does not
take her for his wife...

or else our fortune is lost.

Is this true, huh?

Sigefrid! Which woman is mine?

The ugly one.

We walked them for miles,
see they are fed and watered.

Horses and slaves.

You are called Sihtric?

Yes, Lord. Good evening to you, Lord.

Uhtred says you can be trusted.

So you will take him this letter.

This is a great responsibility.

They will have no peace.

None.

I have told them the same.

But you will still help them?

I must, I have no choice.

If they escape then there will
be no ransom paid. No great army.

The men of Wessex are saved,
yes, but what becomes of you?

Of us?

Alfred will see it as a betrayal.

You will have broken your oath.

We leave.

Tomorrow I will make a
sacrifice to keep you safe.

All of us?

Give your name to the scribe.

The sum of your contribution
will be written beside your name.

We're helping to free
the Lady Aethelflaed.

I've got nothing to
give, I've got a family.

Any man or woman found to be
hiding the value of their wealth

shall be punished.

All must pay their share.

You have the gratitude
of the King, and of God.

Name?

Dorridge.

Lord?

News, Lord.

Speak.

Say to the King exactly
what you said to me. Exactly.

Lord, this man is from Canterbury.

The Northmen at Beamfleot
are now crossing the river

and raiding directly into Wessex.

They have taken my wife
and daughters, Lord.

The youngest is just eight years.

While we do nothing, Lord, but
gather half-pennies from the poor.

Father, you will take this man away,

feed him and give him rest at an inn.

Lord.

0dda, what is it you want?

Lord, he is just one man, but he
has lost two brothers at Ethandun,

two daughters and a wife to the
Northmen, and yet guards will

knock at his door and demand
one third of the little he has,

all to help preserve
the dignity of Wessex.

This insolence is too much.

Then in six months' time
we shall ask for his life!

What I want, Lord, is
for good sense to prevail.

By good sense, I presume you mean
the death or humiliation of my

daughter and of the
reputation of Wessex?

Or we march, Lord, and we fight.

If we march they will kill her.

And she will be considered
a martyr, for Wessex, Lord,

her dignity preserved!

And you would still have the
Prince, Edward, your line is intact!

0dda, what has saved you from
outright banishment is that

you chose your King over your own son.

- Lord, I chose Wessex over my son.
- A traitor!

You should at least
consider doing the same!

What am I to do with you?

Your injury and your appetite for wine

have robbed us both of your worth.

You no longer serve a purpose.

Then, with your permission, Lord,

I shall return to my estate
and my wife at Devonshire.

Whilst it is still a Saxon estate.

That would be for the best.

Should you be needed
you will be sent for.

They buy the very swords
that will slay them.

Lord, good evening.

I am a moth to the flame.

Yes, it is becoming
a significant amount.

Significant is the word, Lord,
in its size and its effect.

- Your father...
- The King?

He would have done the same.

Pay such a ransom for his
offspring, Lord? I doubt it.

I was a great disappointment to him...

which I regret.

But if you were not such a
disappointment, Aethelwold,

I may have had you killed.

For the good of Wessex.

Never doubt it, every decision
I make is for my country.

Yes, Lord.

I understand completely.

Lord 0dda.

You will set tongues wagging,
drinking with the peasants.

Let them wag if it please them.

You asked me some days ago
if I agree with the payment of

a ransom.

I do not.

If I had an army to call upon, a
fyrd to raise, I would prove it.

But I have not.

I appear to have joined you, Lord.

He's been there for part of
the day and all of the night.

He's a good man and I worry that
it will damage his reputation, Lord.

If he can stand, it can
only enhance his reputation.

Lord. May we join you?

Is he here still or has he already left?

Aethelwold?

Erm, no, he's long gone, Lord.

Perhaps you've drank enough, Lord?

It is entirely possible.

Though the ale they brew here is
weak upon the orders of Alfred.

You'rejoking, Lord.

What, that's true?

It is, yes.

It is so a man can work the next day,

and swords remain in scabbards.

But they must not.

Somebody needs a bed.

And you will stay with him?

And do what?

If he needs to piss or spew
up, you'll fetch him a bucket.

I have a plan, though
it is likely I will die.

What is this plan, Lord, tell me?

I will raise the Devonshire fyrd.

Against the King's wishes, Lord? That
is not something he would forgive.

Lord?!

He will go nowhere.

And you will go nowhere

and you will say nothing
about what you have just heard.

- Yes, Lord.
- You mean, "No, Lord".

- I...
- Do aslsay.

So, what does it say?

Erik has enough oathmen to crew a ship.

Three nights before the first
of the metal is to be delivered,

we make our way down river to Beamfleot.

We kill the men that
stand guard over the ships.

Erik and Aethelflaed sail
away. And Wessex is saved.

- How many guards?
- Eight or ten, on the shore.

- That is all?
- Yes.

It's as simple as that?

Erik is in command, his
men guard Aethelflaed,

his ship is ready and waiting.

It begins, it's simple.
What happens is fate.

Well, why go by river and not horseback?

If we go with the tide it'll be faster,
and to escape we tow across river.

They will follow you.

They will follow
Aethelflaed. She's the silver.

Father Pyrlig?

Lord. You came from nowhere,
like the devil himself.

You're leaving us?

I am. I've invited myself to
Devonshire with the Lord 0dda.

Looking forward to cooling my
feet in the blue waters of the sea.

You're spying for Alfred.

Of course I'm spying for
Alfred, I despise the sea.

Should 0dda decide to do anything rash,

you will tell him to hold fast?

And why should he listen to me?

Do you have a reason
you would like to share?

He is behind you.

Lord? Did you sleep well?

Uhtred, I did, soundly.

Though I'm not sure how I found my bed.

You were a little worse for
ale, Lord, but no bother.

I'm glad to hear it.

You spoke of a plan.

I did?

Mm-hm.

Am I to be reminded?

The men of Devonshire.

They should remain in the fields.

I must have been very drunk.

It can be the only explanation, Lord.

Yes.

You swear?

On my life. I have no
memory of it whatsoever.

Lord, I dare say this to you
as your friend, do nothing.

If I do not see you again,
Uhtred of Bebbanburg,

I wish you good luck,
wherever fate may take you.

Thank you, Lord.

Should we pray, Lord? Together?

Am I being selfish, in
wanting to spare Aethelflaed?

Lord, you were her father
before you were a king.

But your reasons stand
- she is Wessex.

She's the blood, the heart
and the spirit of Wessex.

She cannot be humiliated.

Dagfinn!

Dagfinn!

Where is she?

Lord? I...

Where is she?

Now it is clear. Each man
has a right to see her.

And every man will
guard her with his life!

She is our wealth.
She belongs to us all!

Dear God!

Who might they be?

They are the Devonshire
fyrd, Father Pyrlig.

You are here as Alfred's
spy. You will go no further.

You will get down from your
horse and you will walk back to

Winchester with your news.

And what news is that,
Lord? What do you mean?

You will tell the King that 0dda is
marching against the enemies of Wessex.

He can either march to
halt me or march to join me,

it does not matter which.

Once the Northmen at Beamfleot
see an army, battle will follow.

Please, Lord. Think about what you are
doing, you are making traitors of your men!

The men you see are here to die
for their King, not betray him.

They know nothing of Alfred's weakness.

But Uhtred, Lord! Did he
not ask you to do nothing?

You will get down from your horse
and you will return to Winchester.

And if I refuse?

Now, Father Pyrlig.

Lord, I beg you, think again.

Thank you.

What's your name?

I asked for ten, Dagfinn!

How are we supposed to scrub
down a ship with three men?

The men refuse to leave the hall, Lord.

Refuse?

They say they are
protecting their wealth,

under the orders of Sigefrid.

Who said this? Name them.

Your brother has called for more
guards, Lord, until the metal comes.

Erik!

You have been sleeping at the river.

Why?

You have made a fool of me.

You have humped her enough.

You have fed and washed her enough.

Do not allow the men to see
what I know for certain -

you have grown too fond of her.

It is not her arse you
want, it is herself.

It will pass.

You have shamed me.

What I have done...

is protect you.

Erik, my brother, what is
happening around us is your plan.

And it is a fine plan -

to give up Lunden and take
the Princess to ransom her

for ships full of gold and silver,
on which we will build an army

that no man will want to face
and every man will want to join.

This will be our land.

All of it.

I will not allow us to fail.

- Haesten! A guard every ten paces.
- Yes, Lord.

Forgive me, Lord, it's not that
the men do not want to serve you.

It is that they do not know
where your loyalties lie.

Oh, SweetJesus, I cannot
run. Please let them be Saxon.

Father Pyrlig.

Lord! Thank the
Heavens, a friendly face.

Are you lost, Father?

Not lost but abandoned, Lord.

I'm returning to Winchester with
an important message for Alfred.

We're going to see Alfred.
Climb onto the cart.

You can help guard Mercia's ransom.

God bless you, Lord,
saviour of my blistered feet.

Lord?

Osferth?

Can I say to you that I'm afraid?

I wear a sword but
barely know how to use it.

I pray that when battle
comes, I will not fail you.

Osferth, at times we're all afraid.

Courage is finding the will to
overcome yourfear, nothing more.

Perhaps we'll find you an axe. It
requires less skill than a sword.

But you must find the courage.

Yes, Lord.

Thank you, Lord.

Father Pyrlig?

Aethelred and Aldhelm I was expecting.

It is 0dda, Lord.

Prior to leaving Winchester,
he senta man, some man,

with word to raise the
fighting men of Devonshire.

He has now met them on the road, Lord.

With the intention of doing what?

He is marching against Beamfleot.

Yes, Lord, he is.

Damn him.

I say damn him.

Lord, are we to stop him?

We have no other choice but to stop him!

- We must stop him.
- Lord, may I ask, where is Uhtred?

He was not beside 0dda,
if that is your meaning.

And it cannot have been Uhtred who
carried the message to Devonshire.

Aethelred, you have
how many men with you?

0ver 50, Lord. Household
guard. I can send for many more.

You will do that. Rest
your men and horses,

but you will join me and my
own guard before first light.

If we are to halt 0dda,

we must march day and
night and we must pray.

Dear Lord God in Heaven...

grant me the strength
to survive this ordeal.

Give me the courage to
overcome these hardships...

and instil within me faith.

Faith in those I love.

For they will not abandon me.

Lord, I beg of you.

Amen.

Amen.

You!

With me!

Now!

20 guards!

Sihtric, you said it would
be no more than eight or ten.

He cannot count.

No, Lord, it has never
been more than ten men.

Rypere's group will strike
first from the water.

They look to the river, and then...

we kill them.

But, Lord, we are just 11.

- Rypere!
- Two each.

We attack as soon as it's dark.

Brother. May I speak?

I've something to say!

I have something to say to each of you.

You will be disappointed to
know that this woman here...

is now mine.

No man is to touch her.

Not with his hands,

and most certainly not with his cock!

She belongs to me!

You weakened me, brother.

It should have been me who took
the Princess and put her in a cage.

Yes, you're right.

I did not think.

You never think.

No!

Because I have you to think for me.

It is three nights before the
first of the silver will arrive.

We must be ready.

Tomorrow there will be no
more ale, no more games,

no more fighting over women!

But that is tomorrow.

Tonight...

we drink as if there were no tomorrow!

Lady!

Have faith. It is tonight.

Men, calm yourselves!

Get the shields!

Rypere!

You! That's enough!

He's not your kill.

That is not how you wet your sword.

Find your courage!

Or find your cross and go back to
the monastery as Alfred would wish.

We shall rest for a short time only.

Take rest. Stay alert. I
want watchmen front and rear.

Feed the horses and yourselves.

0dda is out there. He is near.

As is Aethelflaed, Lord.

We are here for 0dda.

Erik should have been here by now.

Something's wrong.

Why increase the number
of guards? For what reason?

Do we care? They are dead.

We go to the fortress.

We do?

We came to free Aethelflaed.

We came to kill the guards.

Bastard, you will say nothing!

The guards will soon
be discovered missing,

and when they are, it's over.

We cannot wait.

But, Lord, we've lost half our men.

And there are hundreds of them,

both inside and outside the fortress.

Then a few more men will not be noticed.

We go to the fortress.

Uhtred. She said that you would come.

I dared not believe
her, but you are here.

Tell me what has changed.

In truth?

It is hopeless.

I have no crew for my ship,
but the first task is not how

we escape Beamfleot, it
is how we free Aethelflaed.

She hangs where every man can see her.

Lord, I enjoy a fight as much as the
next idiot, but this is beyond us.

She's inside the hall?

Inside the hall, inside
a cage. Surrounded by men.

Warriors.

Then we must first get rid of the men.

We do it now.

Fire! Fire! FIRE!

Outside now! Quickly!

Put the fire out before it spreads!

Find something to carry water!

Six men, stay with the Princess!

Lock the doors!

Uhtred!

Clapa, Sihtric, the cage!

Come on!

This is one bastard lock to break!

Get it done before we burn!

It's all cleared, the hall of men, Lord.

Now, how do we clear the yard?

They will follow the silver.

Up to the ramparts!

Go! Go!

Where did this begin?

Lady, quickly, run for the rear gate.

Do not stop!

The Princess! Stop her!

After her!

Get to your horses! Go!

Where is he? Erik! Where is he?

Lord, I do not know.

I have not seen him outside of the hall!

No!

Erik!

Erik!

Do not do this. Do not dare to do this!

Brother, please let me
have this one chance.

I cannot let her go.

She's our fortune! She's our reputation!

If it's reputation you want,
you can begin with killing me.

Uhtred, no!

If you want your
fortune, you must kill me!

No! Argh!

Clapa, the cage!

Uhtred, get her out of here!

Erik, no!

No...

We need to go. Aethelflaed!

No!

You...

You did this.

You've killed us both.

Quickly!

Cla pa, with us!

Cla pa!

Cla pa!

We go!

She's escaping with Uhtred!

I want them dead!

Everyone after them!

Go!

Lord, I'm grateful to
see you, as are my men.

I've told each one of them we
are here on the orders of Alfred.

Lord, as you appear to have
marched an army to their door,

I doubt the Northmen will
believe you are not here to fight.

Why, 0dda?

Why?

For Wessex, Lord.

Only for Wessex.

Lord, the sky!

It must be Beamfleot.

It is an army, Lord!

It's 0dda. It's 0dda's army!

- Stand ready!
- Stand ready!

Good God, I think it is Uhtred.

It is her, it is
Aethelflaed. They have her.

Lord, we are being pursued by Sigefrid.

The Danes are low in
number and disorganised.

My advice is that we kill them all.

Steapa, put a guard around
my daughter. Keep her safe.

- Father, I want to fight them!
- You will do as I say!

Erik is dead, Lord.

Sigefrid will have no
mind to negotiate nor wait.

He wants Saxon blood.

We have to fight!

Shield wall, Lord. Only
you can give the order.

Lord, we only have a
fraction of their number.

We cannot win.

I am ready.

Lord?

To die.

It will be today.

Who is with me?

Who is ready for glory...

or Valhalla?

- Shield wall!
- Shield wall!

Shield wall!

Faster!

Move! Move!

Forwards!

Faster!

Shield! Shield!

Fill the breach!

Build the wall!

Princess!

I see you, Princess,
and I will kill you!

I will have your head and your tits!

Sigefrid!

Sigefrid!

Princess!

Princess!

Sigefrid!

I'm here!

Face me!

Leave us.

Uhtred, there are no words.

Say nothing.

You answered my call at
the risk of everything.

I only wish he did survive, Lady.

Erik is still with me.

And perhaps within me.

And if over the coming months,

my husband should think
what you are thinking,

it would be a great comfort, Uhtred,

to know that I could
call upon you again,

should I ever need to.

Of course.

Do you swear?

You are the man I trust
most, Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

I swear.

I swear, Lady.

Then I shall dare to kiss you.

It seems you have made a
habit of rescuing Wessex.

0dda claims that you believed you
were acting upon my orders, Uhtred.

What will happen to him?

There will be a trial.

And then you will kill him.

Treachery could not be ignored.

He's a good man.

He is my friend...

and a traitor.

May I go, Lord?

You are free to go.

As my oathman.

I would have liked to have seen
my land of Devonshire once more.

How did it look?

Devonshire was beautiful, Lord.

God be with you.

What binds a man to his land?

What power within allows him
to give his life to preserve

his land and the lives of
the families who work it?

It can only be love.

It will not be written that
the Lord 0dda saved Wessex...

but that is the story I will tell -

that he gave his life to
save the lives of many...

and ensured King Alfred of Wessex
became more powerful than ever.

Sigefrid had been defeated...

but Alfred knew as well as I that
the Danes were sure to return.

Shackled by oaths to
both Wessex and Mercia,

it seems fate has made my sword Saxon,

even though in my heart I remain a Dane.

I, Uhtred, son of Uhtred,

shall be the warrior to
bind kingdom to kingdom,

honour-bound to forge
Alfred's dream of an England.

But one day, my sword
will belong to Bebbanburg.

Destiny is all.