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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.

Athelstan.

The Lord has come to me.

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.

Blood must be spilled.

A sacrifice be made.

My purpose is clear.

Lord, receive my soul.

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.

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Lord Ragnar.

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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.

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.

These 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.

Raise shields!

Climb! Climb aboard!

Row! Row!

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.

Come here, Alfred.

Come to your grandfather.

A magnificent boy!

I wonder how he is?

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.

- Aethelwulf!
- This is not to do with you, father!

This is between me and this Jezebel!

This harlot!

Leave. Now.

Here.

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.

Father, forgive me.

Holy Father, forgive me.

For behold, I am a miserable sinner.

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.

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.

Right this way.

I want you to be in
command of this raid.

Me?

Sit, sit.

It's okay, sit.

King Ragnar, we have reached Paris.

Now...

- 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?

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.

I will lead an assault on
the tower and the gates of the city.

We will attack the gates together.

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.

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.

Aye!

Aye.

Let's hope the gods bless your efforts.

Please take her.

Take my baby.

What are you talking about?

I cannot care for her.

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.

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.

The Northmen have been scouting
the countryside, and our defenses.

We must expect an attack any day now.

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 you yourself might
help 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.

Higher up.

Pull again, pull again.
It needs to be more at 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.

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!

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.

If you 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?

"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.

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.

There.

Now, come.

Sit.

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.

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?

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!

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.

Everything ready, Floki?

Yes.

Everything is ready.

Tomorrow we attack Paris.

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