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UHTRED: My name is
Uhtred, Son of Uhtred.

I was born an Ealdorman
of Northumbria.

The rightful heir to Bebbanburg.

But fate decreed I would
be raised as a Dane.

That was my life.

Until my family was murdered.

(SCREAMING)

(SWORDS CLANGING)

Word was spread
that I was to blame.

A Saxon slave, he killed
his master at a wedding party.

And so with Brida,
I fled to Wessex.

To Alfred, a man who
would become king.

Though not all agreed.

I am my father's heir!

I swore an oath to this king.

An oath that lost me Brida

and prevented me from
joining my brother Ragnar.

But destiny is all.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

You don't deserve to marry.

That woman is a lady,
and you are a heathen.

You could bathe all day long

you'd still stink of pig-shit.

Have you been watching
me, Odda the boy?

Should I be marrying you?

Ten pieces of silver
for you to walk away.

Does your father
know you're here?

Eleven pieces.

How about my
sword's weight in silver?

Nonsense.

Then I'll marry the girl,
and tonight I'll plough her.

Why must you
talk of her like that?

Perhaps you'd like
her for yourself, Odda.

You want her beneath
you. Am I right?

You are impossible
to reason with.

Everything is a game.

I hope for Mildrith's sake
your time on this earth is short.

You are not an Ealderman
and never shall be!

UHTRED: I wasn't allowed
to meet her. I haven't seen her.

It is the way.

I was unaware of her
existence until yesterday.

- She will be plain and pious.
- Oh, she'll be pious, all right.

If she was a leg-spreader, Alfred
would have been on her by now.

Have you seen her?

A distance away.

Plain is a fair description.

How much was the bride price?

33 pieces.

Which I have paid to her Godfather Odda,
and which I'll make sure she receives.

I've made promises.

Revenge and such.

Why are you here?

Do you know?

She brings land.

I'll become a lord under Alfred, I'll
be able to make wealth, gather men.

Take back what's mine.

All reasons enough.

Plain or not, she
serves her purpose.

The promises you
have made will stand.

Blood feuds last a lifetime.

What you do, arseling, is you
keep living each day until the last.

The priest has arrived, finally.

Let's get this done.

You do not need
to "get this done."

I will make a plea to Alfred.

She is here, praise God.

You should stand and look
respectful, if not entirely clean.

- How does she look?
- Terrified, I'll bet.

If you could be brief with
the ceremony, Father Beocca,

I would be grateful. I have
business with the King.

The bride has been
given her price?

She will.

You are witness.

MILDRITH: Thank you, Lord.

If the betrothed couple would
like to join me at the altar.

- Join hands.
- Be brief.

May God in his Heaven
look down with mercy

upon his devoted servants,

Uhtred and Mildrith.

May He bless their union with
love and children and wealth.

And may they in turn, be
sure to give thanks and praise

and live each day
according to His holy word.

Amen.

Amen.

You are now joined as man
and wife in the eyes of God.

(WEEPS SOFTLY)

Tears of joy.

Allow me to help you with that.

Thank you, Lord.

I am a lucky man,

to have such a beautiful wife.

There must have been
many suitors, I'm sure.

You are kind to believe so.

Am I right?

None suitable, Lord.

My name is Uhtred.
Call me Uhtred.

Arseling.

Time we were on our way.

(CLICKING TONGUE) Or from time to
time, you may wish to call me arseling.

Lord.

Danes.

MILDRITH: Why are we stopping?

Who are they?

Foragers, most likely.

But Danes all the same.

Will they attack?

We walk on.

MILDRITH: They're following us.

UHTRED: We walk
on. They won't attack.

Then why have you
drawn your sword?

To show them at least
one of them will die.

One or two.

UHTRED: For foragers,
they are deep into Wessex.

They're Guthrum's men.

There a long way from Londum.

Lord,

the marriage has taken place. They
are now on the road to the farmstead.

Good news. Thank you, Odda.

We shall now see how he
responds to the challenge.

Now it is done, Lord,
I do fear for Mildrith.

She will have to
give him the facts.

Oh, he will bark at
her, Odda, I am sure.

But his real anger will
be reserved for you and I.

He will not like being
beholden to God and to King.

But if he is to become
a true Ealderman,

he must accept his
burden. That is the test.

Yes, Lord.

Mildrith is his
beautiful consolation.

(SCOFFS LIGHTLY)

Was he struck by her?

He was, Lord.

Why are you not already married?

You're old enough to have
had two or three children by now.

Lord Arseling,

there is a time for such
questions and it has passed.

Why has Alfred gifted
me such a beautiful bride?

As a debt, I'm guessing.

It's not my place to tell you.

How much?

My father wanted to
find favour with God

so he devoted a tenth
of his land to the church.

They do not own it,

but they are
entitled to its yield.

Indeed, they demand its yield,
even when crops fail and Danes raid.

God is good.

The Bishop took
my father to law.

How much is the debt?

The church is the law

and the law decreed that my
father owed to them a huge sum

quite beyond his ability to pay.

How much?

He died soon after.

It is a substantial
amount, Lord,

and it increases yearly.

Alfred could remove the
debt, but he has chosen not to.

The amount owed is
2,000 shillings, Lord.

(CHUCKLES)

Damn him.

Damn everything he stands for.

Damn his church, damn his God.

Lord I must say I do not like
your blasphemy, it is wrong.

(SCREAMS) My name is Uhtred!

Though by all means call me
arseling for not seeing this sooner.

MILDRITH: Your new home, Lord.

The land is good, but the
buildings are in need of repair.

Look. The families who live on
the land have come to wish us well.

Send them back to their homes.

They have come to wish us well.

I have known them my whole life.

MAN: My lord.

My lady.

Oswald manages the
farmstead, he lives nearby.

Welcome home,

and may we offer our good
wishes on your marriage.

Thank you, Oswald, thank you.

And how kind of you all to gather
to greet me and my Lord, Uhtred.

We have prepared a table,
Lord, for your pleasure.

You have my thanks,
but we are tired.

Of course, Lord.

Thank you, Oswald, you are kind.

I have a wedding
gift for each family.

- 'Tis silver.
- Thank you, Lady Mildrith.

- For your kindness and your loyalty.
- Thank you so much.

For taking care of the land
in my prolonged absence.

(SIGHS)

Now there's a welcome sight.

I was expecting there
to be a hall and I find this.

Pay off your debts
and you can build a hall.

Didn't I tell you
the bastard thinks?

Alfred.

If he believes he can make
me beg, he can think again.

He doesn't want you to beg,

he wants you to obey.

Never.

If you have need for
me, Lord, I will be resting.

It seems I am tired.

I am 2,000 shillings in debt to the church
and you hand out silver to your tenants.

It is my silver.

You can have what's in my purse.

I don't want what's
in your purse.

Then why scold me?

The stoat,

your farmstead master...

- His name is Oswald.
- He'll need to be watched.

He was trusted by my father.

He lives too well
by the look of him.

I'll make my way to the barn.

You are a guest, you
can sleep in the house.

I prefer the barn. Thank you.

It is your wedding night.

Goodnight, Lady.

Arseling.

May I leave now?

How many pieces of
silver did you receive,

as your price?

18.

Is that correct?

The price was 33.

I'm sure it was
an honest mistake.

You were robbed.

As I was robbed.

That price is your security
and you will have it, all of it.

May I rest?

Yes.

I am sorry the day has been
a disappointment for you, Lord.

For us both.

You have a good heart.

Gifting your silver.

Odda owes you 15 pieces
more, I'll see that he pays.

And the debt is not
something I blame you for,

it is Alfred's deceit.

I should have been wiser.

Though I was blinded by you.

You should eat. I should eat.

But I don't want to eat alone.

God has made me your wife.

There must be a reason.

God is good.

(CHUCKLES GENTLY)

What is it you are looking at?

There's a scar
across the land. There.

The never ending line
of Danes on the march.

Ragnar.

By the time word reaches
Alfred, it will be too late.

They would need wings.

Go!

Oswald, what town
lays in that direction?

If they keep going to the west,

in a day or so they'll come
to the fortress at Werham.

Take your family and
the others to the hills

until we're sure they
have passed. Do it now.

And the Lady Mildrith?

She travels with
me, to Winchester.

Yes, Lord.

How many do you see?

The question is
how many will follow?

Wessex is being invaded

and we're told to
wait while he prays.

God is his strength, Uhtred.

He needs to be on
horseback, not on his knees.

I hate this place.

It grows worse.

Mildrith.

I was not told you were
here. How pleasing to see you.

- Lord.
- And so much of you.

Is he ready?

The King is ready,
as is his council.

With me.

You watched 300 men or more

march clean across
Wessex and you do nothing?

UHTRED: I'm here.

A messenger could have
been sent in your place, a boy.

Why did you not confront
these Danes? You have men.

That is your purpose,
to create warriors.

I have been given barely
20 men and their wives,

most of whom work the fields. It
would have been a slaughter, Lord.

But you chose not to
fight, we'll never know.

A warrior can only die once!

Why die in vain?

The Danes have travelled from
either Lundene or East Anglia.

Were they not being watched?

We have been watching the
ships, which remain on the Tames.

A mistake.

If Werham is captured,
the ships will follow

and 300 men will become 3,000.

My advice is that we
march, without delay.

I don't recall the King
seeking your advice.

Leofric, my trusted man. How
many Danes did you witness?

More than 200, by far.

Warriors to a man.

Werham will struggle
to hold them back.

The peace is over.

We have no choice
but to march on Werham

and pray God we arrive
before the fortress falls.

You believe it is
an invasion, Lord?

It could well be the beginning
of a great Dane army, yes.

Council is over. Ealdermen
of Wessex, prepare your men.

Father Beocca!

- I shall pray before we leave.
- Yes, my Lord.

UHTRED: Father.

I wish to speak to
the King privately.

I will ask.

But I note you have
still to learn respect.

Ealderman Odda,

if I may speak out.

You owe my wife
half of her bride-price.

I paid 33 pieces of silver,
she received only 18.

An honest mistake,
she assures me.

Is this true?

Pay him.

Ready the men to
march on Werham.

You should know that
Mildrith is a joy to plough.

You're a heathen.

And you are a virgin.

No, I am not.

Yes, he is.

What is it?

- Hm?
- Promise me you'll come back safely.

Two arms, both ears.

(LAUGHS) Promise me.

I'll do my best,

but only if you do the same.

If they come, don't shelter
in a church or nunnery.

Go to the hills, the
woods. I'll come.

For both of you.

Arseling!

Kiss her and let's
be on our way.

Mildrith, my dear, I have
been looking for you.

My Lady Aelswith!
How good to see you.

And to see you
looking as you do.

It refuses to keep still.

- Mine is the same.
- Oh, how we suffer.

(GIGGLES)

I pray we both survive.

I pray we four survive.

God will decide.

I have missed you, Mildrith,

and have prayed for you
each day, you poor thing.

Why poor?

Living with the man they
foisted onto you, the pagan.

Having to take his
seed and the like.

Uhtred is decent.

He treats me well.

He does.

God will bless your loyalty,

but with luck, he will
fall in battle, and soon.

Please tell me
that you're hungry.

I am, a little.

Meet me in the kitchens.

I have arranged a
meal, for the pregnant.

But do not rush prayers.

No, no, of course not.

Oh Lord, he is not your most
humble or devout servant, but I pray,

keep him safe,

let him do your work,

let him see his child.

I was pleased to see
your lady today, your wife.

- And carrying a child.
- Yes.

It's God's blessing.

It seems like only
yesterday I was baptising

you as Osbert and
then again as Uhtred.

What is it you wish to
speak about with the King?

That is between
myself and the King.

He is watching you, Uhtred.

- God?
- Alfred.

He is watching how you
behave, he's judging you as a lord.

He has no right to judge.

He's a king.

He lied to me
regarding the marriage.

Are you referring to the debt?

- You know of it?
- It's not a secret.

And I urge you to
show him you accept it,

especially as it is
owed to the church.

You must remain
calm, Uhtred, respectful.

My lord.

- I requested a private audience...
- Have you eaten?

No.

There are times
when I crave meat

and other things,

but I know the gratification would
be fleeting, the suffering prolonged.

And so I suffer gruel.

Though my wife will not allow it to
be called anything other than broth.

You will be happy to learn
that my spies have news.

- From Werham?
- From Ireland.

Ivar, the brother of Ubba,
has been killed there,

which would be
irrelevant, but for the fact

that Ubba wishes to
avenge him personally.

This is true?

An Irishman across
the sea kills a Dane,

and the world changes.

The hand of God.

Is this something Ubba
would do? Abandon Guthrum?

To avenge his brother, yes.

If guided by his
sorcerer's story.

He has a sorcerer?

And, uh, what does this sorcerer
do? Cast spells? Perform magic?

He advises, Lord.
He looks for omens,

signs, good and bad.

Oh, what nonsense.

What are miracles,
Lord, if not magic?

Miracles are performed
by God, not man.

The Danes would say the same.
That omens are gifts from the gods.

And they are mistaken.

Who gave the sign for Ubba to go to
Ireland, was that the hand of your God?

- Or theirs?
- There is only one God.

Then He must have
spoken to the Danes.

With Ubba now in Ireland,

Guthrum must now decide
whether he will fight alone.

He won't fight alone,

not that he couldn't win.

He will fear losing too
many of his own men.

Yes, Lord.

I am learning

that the heathen cares
only for personal gain.

A Dane could never
suffer my gruel.

Broth, Lord.

You are happy, Ealderman
Uhtred, with Mildrith?

Yes, Lord. She's a good wife.

Though I never would have married
her had I known I'd owe 2,000 shillings.

Which increases yearly.

I am told that on your word

the debt can be lifted?

Why should I deny the
church 2,000 shillings?

- I was not aware I'd owe it.
- It is not a secret.

Sacrifice and penance are what
separate us from the heathen.

I have my broth,
you have your debt.

Wessex needs an
army, would you agree?

A permanent and formidable army.

Yes, Lord.

England, when it finally emerges,
shall need a greater army.

Garrisons of many
thousands of men,

all will need feeding,
and payment.

It is my intention that all
land owners shall contribute

to the feeding of this
army and its commanders,

and I will need
commanders, Uhtred,

men like the great
generals of Rome.

Look upon the debt as a gift.

A means of proving your
devotion to Wessex and to England.

If I'd been told the truth from the
outset, Lord, I could have at least...

You still wear
the amulet, I see.

To remind me of Earl Ragnar.

And why do you not attend
church with your wife?

Why do you not pray to God?

God created everything
that surrounds me.

The fields, rivers, the
forest. The land is my church.

And I pray each
day, Lord, in silence.

He cannot be tamed.

But he can be trusted.

I will not abandon
him completely.

He may have a use, I'm sure.

Hear me now!

Werham has fallen!

We march at once!

Every man is to be ready
to do as the King asks.

The Danes have
taken the fortress.

Werham has fallen.
We march at once!

We could be slipping in blood
and entrails before the day is out.

With luck.

Leave him, there is
enough for everyone.

Guthrum? They're here.

The Saxon army is gathering.

- Is it Alfred?
- Yes.

Is the fortress
repaired and secure?

Yes.

Good.

He will not attack.

He doesn't need to. He knows
we will be hungry within days.

We can raid.

No, he will empty all the
grain-stores in the surrounding villages.

I have found these church rooms
to be strangely quiet and peaceful.

Lord, I didn't march my men half
way across England for them to starve.

I shall be on the ramparts.

We came for war, Ragnar,
but Ubba has reneged.

- To avenge his brother.
- You are here.

Should you not be
avenging your father?

- When the time is right.
- Yes!

When the time is right!

We have taken the first
steps against Wessex!

But Ubba has left us weak.

He put all of our lives at risk.

So until Ubba returns,
we have to make peace.

(SCREAMS ANGRILY)

So if you are there,

God of Rome,

strike me down.

I thought not!

We are here to show
them how many we are.

(SHOUTS) We are here to
show them how many we are.

That we are here with
God and that this is our land!

(SHOUTS) That we are here
with God and this is our land!

This is our land,

our Wessex!

This is our England!

And we shall murder any
heathen bastard that tries to take it!

(ARMY CHEERING)

They wish to talk, Lord.

I know what they want.

They want time.

Odda, with your guards,
you shall go with me.

Leofric, you as well.

And Father Selbix.

Yes, Lord.

Leofric, what do you
make of the fortress?

It looks strong enough, Lord.

No breach, no signs
of lasting damage.

And if we attacked?

We would suffer.

We'd be lucky to
see the inside, Lord.

Good morning, King Alfred.

Guthrum of the Danes.

I, too, am a king now,

of East Anglia.

You don't need to bow.

I will begin.

I propose a truce.

For any truce to occur, Earl
Guthrum, you must leave Wessex

- once again.
- And if I refuse?

We surround you.

Yes, you surround
a small fortress

but we Danes surround
your entire kingdom.

That said, I have decided
I shall leave by sea.

Therefore I will send for ships.

How many ships?

No more than 15.

Very well, your ships have
one month in which to arrive.

Not enough time.

Food and ale for one month only

or you will walk
back to East Anglia.

Then I will send for 200 ships and
hope they arrive before we starve.

One month is not enough.

That is my limit.

You cannot take back
the fortress, you know this.

Food and ale for
one month, no more.

By which time the sea
storms will have arrived.

God's storms.

We will be gone within a month

beginning upon the
delivery of food and ale.

Uhtred.

You will come to
me following prayers.

Yes, Lord.

Father Selbix, you
will pray with me.

Yes, Lord.

ALFRED: Please sit.

Thank you, Lord.

I have a task for you, Father.

You only have to speak it.

As a guarantee of the peace, you
will be given up as a hostage, one of 10.

The Danes, too, will
give 10 in exchange.

(SIGHS)

But Lord, the pagans
do not value priests.

You might just as
well offer a hound.

I hear Guthrum is
curious about our faith.

I would like you to
become his teacher,

provide instruction.

And if he refuses
to be a student?

Then persist, gently,

with humour, as is your manner.

Make no mistake,

should Guthrum ever
consent to being baptised,

then this war is over.

England is ours.

This would be truly
God's work you do.

Forgive me, Lord,

but I cannot help
but feel afraid.

They are not content
to simply kill a priest.

Fear is within all of us,

as is strength.

Lord, I would be more useful as
a warrior for when the truce fails.

Oh, the truce will
hold, for a time,

and in that time, you will be my
eyes and ears inside the fortress.

- Listening for what?
- For Ubba.

If and when you
hear of his return,

you'll escape.

And if I am in chains?

Our men here shall disband.
There are fields to work,

but I will build a
beacon on the hill.

You will escape
and light the fire.

Lord, do you know that
escape will be near impossible?

If Ubba returns, the
hostages will be killed

and the Danes will attack.

Upon sight of this
first beacon being lit,

other fires will start and the whole
of Wessex will be called to arms.

And if I refuse to
become a hostage?

Then another man
shall light the beacon.

Why can't you accept me?

I have been nothing
but truthful to you.

Why am I always
being put to the test?

Why do you not show your
king the respect that is due?

Because you, Uhtred of Wherever,

you do not see me as your king!

You do not see my
God as your God!

- Lord?
- I am not finished with you yet!

Guthrum is waiting to hear
of Ubba's return from Ireland.

I need to know when this
occurs, sooner rather than later.

You

are the only man who could possibly
provide this information sooner.

Yes, it is possible
that you will die,

but it is likely that
we shall all die.

You will go to the Danes.

How you go, as a Saxon hostage or as
a Viking warrior, becomes your choice.

I'll do as you ask.

But if my child is born
while I am captive,

I ask that you send word.

Of course.

And should you die as a captive,

rest assured your
debt shall die with you.

Will they treat us well?

You are one of them.

If I am one of them,
then why am I a hostage?

They will treat us well for
as long as the truce holds.

- If it fails?
- They will kill us all.

Starting with the priest.

I have made my
peace. I am ready.

Good evening and
God Bless you all.

Poor wretches.

And us, Father, what are we?

We are fortunate,
Lord. We know God.

Although granted, I'm
in no hurry to meet him.

Let us pray He feels the same.

Amen.

(GATES OPEN)

(LOUD COMMOTION)

Is this rabble what
so many are afraid of?

They're like children!

Enough.

Enough!

They're our guests for a while.

There's one rule only.

At nightfall, you will gather
and sleep at the church.

The doors will be barred.

At daybreak, you will then be free to
walk, talk, jump, hump, carry weapons.

My men have
orders not to kill you

unless you deserve to be killed.

I am Guthrum

and one day, I
shall be your king.

Do you understand
what I have said?

You will all say, "Yes, Lord."

ALL: Yes, Lord.

I did not hear you.

I understand you, Lord.

Maybe I will make a
present of you to Ubba.

Should he ever
return from Ireland.

GUTHRUM: He
may not, it's possible.

But then his men
will become my men

and I will honour him
by killing you myself.

With arrows, perhaps.

- Ragnar Ragnarson!
RAGNAR: Here.

You know this one well.
Keep him out of my sight.

Take them to the
church. Feed them.

(LAUGHS)

Now you are where you belong.

Now I'm with my brother.

I will remind you what it is like
to be a Dane and make you stay.

Brida is here.

I dream about you, vixen.

I'm not surprised to hear it.

(LAUGHS) You've grown up.

You should know,
I'm with Ragnar now.

He is my man.

That's good.

It's good.

You should know
that I'm married.

Married?

- You have grown up!
- He is married?

Yes, he is married.

Time is moving
quicker than I thought.

Tonight we get drunk.

We must!

I need to be inside the church.

No, tonight we get drunk.

I'll take you to the church
myself or we sleep where we fall.

(CHUCKLE) And, uh,
we must talk of the future.

(SHOUTING AND WHISTLING)

(BOOING)

We are Oarsmen!

(STRAINING) Pull, pull, pull!

Uhtred, pull for me,

I think I need to piss.

I'll return later.

Ragnar, Ragnar!

(LAUGHING)

I haven't laughed so
much in a long time.

Then you haven't been living.

Or as Ravn would
say, "Tomorrow we die."

When did he ever say that?

When you were out chopping wood.

Ooh.

Well, I actually
do need to piss.

(LAUGHS) What you need
to do is to stop drinking.

Tomorrow we die!

- He's happy to see you.
- I've missed him.

(CHUCKLES)

I miss you both.

Are you his wife?

I'm with him.

Is she beautiful?

Hm.

Her name is Mildrith.
Yes, she is beautiful.

She carries my child.

Who decided you should marry?

Alfred.

I have the land I
asked for, in Wessex.

You swear an oath to Alfred.

You marry for Alfred.

You have land
given to you by Alfred.

Your wife carries your child

and yet you are given
up as a hostage by Alfred?

Are you a spy, Uhtred?

The first sign of Ubba
returning, I am to escape.

But I know that when Ubba
returns, the hostages will be killed.

(SCOFFS) Alfred
is not fond of me.

Refuse him.

Refuse to be a hostage. Join us.

RAGNAR: I should
ask you, Uhtred.

Not that it matters,
but I should ask.

Is it a problem to you
that Brida is with me now?

(LAUGHS) No, I'm happy about it.

- I swear.
- All right.

Not that she cares
what you think.

I would hump her regardless.

With affection.

And with my permission.

Do you know
Uhtred's to be a father?

A father?

- When?
- Soon, I'm told.

You'd want to see it.

UHTRED: Yes, I hope to
return to my wife and child.

Ragnar,

I'll be with you to
avenge our father.

Kjartan will pay.

You should have
joined me months ago,

with Brida.

I'd sworn an oath.

To a proxy Saxon king!

Ubba wanted to see me dead,
there was nowhere else to go.

You know, I have thought
about that night in the woods.

You had the choice to
be a Saxon or a Dane.

No, no I had sworn an oath.

You should have joined me!

I'll be with you
to kill Kjartan.

I will take you to the
church to your bed.

(MILDRITH SCREAMING)

(MILDRITH PANTING)

(MILDRITH MOANING)

(BREATHING HOARSELY)

(SCREAMING)

(BABY CRYING)

(LAUGHS BREATHLESSLY)

What is it?

It is a son, lady.
A handsome boy.

You will be Uhtred,
son of Uhtred.

Good morning, Uhtred.

Morning, Father.

Raining again.

One day seems like the next.

(YAWNS)

It does.

Still, at least
we're alive to feel it.

How are your
conversations with Guthrum?

Is he a Christian yet?

I believe the
time is near, I do.

I often leave him to
contemplate alone in church.

Guthrum likes to contemplate
war and kingdoms.

The kingdom of
heaven is his to share.

I have told him.

A man can change, Uhtred.

(CLICKS HIS TONGUE)
Onward. God bless you.

- May you enjoy a good day.
- Thank you, Father.

He is the King of Kings.

- Capable of great, great things.
- Such as what?

Such as miracles.

(CHUCKLES) Miracles?

Such as what?

(HESITATING) Such as you, Lord.

You are a miracle.

He has made you
strong, yet merciful.

He has made you
proud yet humble.

He has made you eager to learn.

He has given you free will,

hoping that you will find the
courage to choose Him above all else,

and I believe, I truly believe,

He will be rewarded.

(HORSES APPROACHING)

I have a message for Guthrum.

He's in the church.

(DOOR OPENS)

Lord, may I speak?

Freely.

Ubba and his army have
returned from Ireland.

They are coming ashore
north of here at the Severn.

And my fleet is where?

They left Lundene several days
ago and are nearly here, Lord.

Every last ship will be here.

Every man will be with you.

That is good news.

(WHIMPERS)

I dispatch you to your heaven.

(STRAINED BREATHING)

No need to thank me.

Father.

Ubba has returned? Did they say?

(FAINTLY) Yes.

GUTHRUM: Men, the peace
is over. Prepare for battle.

(CROWD CHEERING)

The Saxon
hostages, kill them all.

(GRUNTING)

Catch him!

Cut him to pieces!

RAGNAR: Leave him!

I say leave him!

Ragnar.

Please, step aside.

You know all the
hostages have to die.

RAGNAR: Then kill him.

You're welcome to kill him.

But you have to kill me first.

I could happily
manage without this.

He's a Saxon!

He's a traitor. He's an enemy.

Well, to get to him
you have to kill me.

My men, they
will not follow you.

I will give you
one last charity.

Release him.

Without a horse.

Are you all right?

I have no words.

You should go. Go
and see your child.

Go.

Thanks.

I will be with you.

Both of you.