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I have a ship waiting to take your son, Ivar,

back to your kingdom.

The captain wishes to leave today.

I need to say goodbye to him.

I'll have him brought to you.

I want to talk to him alone.

We have orders to take the cripple.

I have some good news.

King Ecbert has arranged for a boat. You are going home.

I'm not going without you.

They aren't going to release me.

I have to die.

Then I'll die, too. I'm thinking of being burned alive.

Don't be stupid.

I don't want you to die.

It is far more important that you stay alive.

People think that you are not a threat.

But I know differently.

Out of all of my sons, it was you I wanted to bring here,

and it is you that I believe

is the most important to the future of our people.

I'm just about prepared to believe you.

Shut up and listen, idiot.

You have many gifts, and anger is a gift.

What is in here is a gift.

You do not think like other men. You are unpredictable.

And that will serve you well.

Use your anger intelligently,

and I promise you, my son,

that one day the whole world will know and fear Ivar, the Boneless.

I wish...

I wish I wasn't so angry all the time.

Then you would be nothing.

I might have been happy.

Happiness is nothing.

I was only joking. Idiot!

Ecbert is handing me over to King Aelle, who will kill me.

If this Aelle is going to kill you,

then me and all my brothers will seek him for revenge and you know that.

Yes.

Oh, you must seek revenge,

but not on Aelle.

On Ecbert.

Everyone will always underestimate you.

You must make them pay for it.

I will, Father.

Be ruthless.

Move!

Move out!

I have always known you as an eloquent man.

Why don't you speak to me?

Words lead to actions.

In this case, I would wish things were otherwise,

but I have no power to change them.

So, words don't help.

You have been astonishing.

You have given me freedoms, extraordinary freedoms,

and yet you have not claimed me as your property,

so I'm still married to my husband in a proper Christian way.

I would have been torn to pieces.

I love you.

I cannot help that.

Without knowing it, you have helped me

through the most difficult years of my life.

And yet, you thrive on adversity,

and you know there is no difficulty that cannot be met.

But now...

I must do something that I would not wish on anyone.

I have to destroy something,

someone truly great.

And I have to commit a friend to death.

You have no choice.

Oh, is that true?

Is that really true?

So, do I just wash my hands of him?

Like Pontius Pilate?

Well, I have no doubt Aelle will enjoy the sight of your death.

Mmm.

I'm sure he'll make it a big spectacle.

So I will have the chance to speak.

I will talk about the gods,

about my joy of entering Valhalla.

Even though you don't believe it.

I don't.

But my sons do.

My people do.

Faith is as important to them as it is to you, King Ecbert.

Let's not keep them waiting.

This was your father's.

May it comfort you as it has comforted me.

Thank you.

I will never forget you.

I think it will console you to know, in the end,

Athelstan chose your God.

Soldiers, turn!

Prisoner escort, advance!

I've heard a lot about you.

Eight foot tall,

killed thousands of my countrymen,

eats children.

The last one is not true.

Maybe none of it's true.

Still, I could smell the fear of everyone around.

They're terrified you are going to kill 'em.

Tell me,

how are you going to escape?

I have no intentions of escaping.

Ecbert?

Hmm.

Where are we?

I don't know.

You'd do better to ask the horses.

They know.

You're blind.

Sure am.

But the horses know the way.

But don't worry,

I can see you, Ragnar Lothbrok.

I can see you.

When will we reach King Aelle's?

Not until tomorrow.

It will be at least another day before I am put to death.

You and your gods are wrong.

You see, I guided my fate.

I fashioned the course of my life and my death. Me.

Not you. Not the gods. Me.

This was my idea, to come here to die.

You believe that, so it is true, to you.

Ah, the riddles you speak.

They have no real meaning.

Your words can be interpreted in so many ways

that they cease to cause comfort or knowledge,

but rather confusion.

Your so-called prophecies are dangerous.

How so?

By telling Lagertha that she would never have another child.

Yet she got pregnant. But then, because of your words,

she put her unborn baby in danger.

So, what if she didn't hear your words?

What if she thought her baby would survive?

She would have rested and protected it.

And now maybe she would be the proud mother of a healthy child.

Something she always wanted, more than anything.

So, you presented her a destiny and she manifested it.

Perhaps it was her fate to have

the child perish in exactly the way it did.

But what if it wasn't?

What if it was?

I don't believe in the gods' existence.

Man is the master of his own fate, not the gods.

The gods are man's creation to give answers

that they are too afraid to give themselves.

You may be right, Ragnar Lothbrok.

I am only the Seer. I have walked among the lowest of the dead.

And I have groped for meaning.

And I may have been wrong.

What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

Brother.

Don't kill me.

Without the word of God,

there is only darkness.

It's taken you a long time to return, Ragnar Lothbrok,

but at last you are here.

And I thank God and all his angels that I have kept my promise,

and I'm still alive to witness this day.

And I swear, before you die,

you will atone for your sins against my countrymen.

Burn the dog!

This is a good day, Ragnar Lothbrok.

For this is the day that the souls

of every innocent Christian man, woman, and child

that you and your pagans slaughtered

shall escape from their purgatory and sing hallelujah.

For I am about the Lord's work.

God has chosen me, without doubt,

as the instrument of his judgment.

Get him! Kick him! Get up!

Leave him!

- Get him up! - Bring him!

Ask for absolution.

That's why we should sail west.

I've heard such tales, Rollo.

Great towns and cities.

Treasures and hordes of gold and silver, and a new God.

Ask for absolution.

Ask for absolution.

How the little piggies will grunt

when they hear how the old boar suffered.

My brother.

Our Father, who art in Heaven...

Our Father,

who art in Heaven...

Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil. Amen.

To your ropes.

Pull!

Not unto us, oh Lord,

not unto us, but unto Thy name give glory.

Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands.

They have mouths, but they speak not.

Eyes have they, but they see not.

Kill him!

Deliver me, Lord, from the evil man.

Preserveth me from the violent man.

Surely, the righteous shall give thanks unto Thy name.

The upright shall dwell in Thy presence.

Oh Lord, hear my prayer.

It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast.

Soon, I shall be drinking ale from curved horns!

This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death!

I shall not enter Odin's hall with fear.

There, I shall wait for my sons to join me.

And, when they do,

I will bask in their tales of triumph.

The Aesir will welcome me!

My death comes without apology!

And I welcome the valkyries to summon me home!

Deliver me, oh Lord, from mine enemies!

Where is our father?

Where is Ragnar?

King Ecbert handed him over to King Aelle,

knowing that Aelle would kill him.

Why would he give him to Aelle?

That doesn't matter. Our father is probably dead by now.

And we will have to avenge him.

That is what matters.

We have something to tell you.

Ubbe?

Mother is dead.

It's true.

Lagertha killed her.

Lagertha is now Queen of Kattegat.

And Mother is dead.