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This stranger approached me
in the marketplace.

He's cut his hand badly,
and has asked for our help.

Of course
we will help.

Siggy, go and
fetch some hot water.

Go with the servants.

Helga, go and get some
strips of cloth for a bandage.

Will you sit
by the fire?

Thank you.

You are kind.

How did you do this?

I don't know.

I was sleeping rough,

and might have caught it
on a scythe or a plowshare.

What is your name?

My name is Harbard.

What are your names?

I am Queen Aslaug,
wife of King Ragnar Lothbrok.

And this is Siggy,
widow of Earl Haraldson.

And this is Helga, wife of
Floki the boat builder.

Oh, I've hear of King Ragnar.

After all,
everyone's heard of him.

He's famous everywhere.

You should not be doing this,

Queen Aslaug,
for I know who you are too.

Daughter of Sigurd,
who killed the serpent Fafnir.

Don't worry,
I am happy to do it.

You said you
were sleeping rough.

Why is that?

I will sleep wherever
I can lay my head.

I am a wanderer,

and sometimes

people offer me hospitality
and I sleep on a straw bed,

and sometimes I sleep rough
with the cattle for warmth.

It is all one to me.

Is that true?

No.

No, I prefer the straw.

But do not think that I offer
nothing in return, hmm?

I tell stories.

Stories about
my own travels.

Stories about
the gods.

Or both.

Hmm?

As they say, I...

I sing for my supper.

Will you sup with us?

If that is acceptable
with everyone.

And to King Ragnar,
of course.

Ragnar is not here.
He and the men have gone raiding.

But you are welcome
to what food we have,

and to a bed of straw.

You are talking
behind my back!

Please do me the honor
of talking to my face.

We meant no disrespect,
sire, but wondered why,

if you're prepared to share our
farming secrets with the pagans,

you do not, in return,
ask them to share

their boat-building
secrets with us?

And why is it,
since we give them land to farm,

we do not ask them to convert
to the only true God?

Yes, I understand
your concerns,

but as things stand,
the Northmen,

in the shape of
Ragnar Lothbrok,

are currently
fighting beside us

to help us gain
the throne of Mercia,

that huge kingdom,

for our puppet,
Princess Kwenthrith.

Now, who among you would choose not
to turf a few farmers off our land,

rather than gain,
through this alliance,

a greater part
of England itself?

And besides,

who knows how this settlement
will fare in future?

Speak now.

Tell me I've chosen
the wrong policy.

That for some reason I am not thinking
of our kingdom and its destiny.

Tell me now, if you dare,

that I do not deserve
to be King of Wessex.

Why are we
doing this, Ragnar?

Why are we fighting
for these Christians?

Doing King Ecbert's
dirty work for him.

This is not
about you, Floki.

It's about our children,
and their children.

It is about our
people's future.

And I do not want there
to be endless conflict

between us and
the Christians.

You're mad,
Ragnar. Deluded.

There can be no reconciliation
between our gods,

the true gods,
and the God that they worship.

One or the other
must prevail.

And the triumph
of the Christ-God

will mean the death and
destruction of all of ours.

If you don't
want to fight,

then don't fight.

Both of you,
save your breath.

We have a mountain
to climb.

Some of us will not see
a dawn like this again.

Not here on Midgard,
at any rate.

So let us try and
speak well of each other.

And remember how much we
have been through together.

Well said, brother.

Are you finished?

Please.

Spare my brother.

Rollo! Rollo!

You poor bastard.

I'll see you later.

If the gods allow.

They will not allow it.
Take me with you.

I must fight.

You cannot fight.
You are too weak.

What are you
talking about?

As you can see,
you bastard,

I am perfectly
able to fight.

Never been better.

Then what are
you waiting for?

So you speak
our language now?

I speak more than before.

Not just because of Athelstan,

but because
of these men from Wessex,

who have...

Helped us.
Who have helped us with your blessing.

I am gratified
and pleased.

As I'm sure King Ragnar
will be pleased, also.

I've brought
some of my nobles

to show them the progress
you are making here.

Our people,
as much as yours,

will benefit from
a good harvest.

And to help you prepare it,
I've brought you something.

It's a new type of plow.

It does not just scratch
the surface of the earth,

but it digs deeper,
and because of the angle of the blade,

it turns the soil over.

Now, we've made
some experiments,

and when manure
is also dug into

the ripped and open earth,

the crop, and the
harvest, increase.

You will leave us this plow?
Yes.

See how you get on.

I like to experiment
between our cultures.

Plowing, fertilizing,
and sowing seed

are the very
basis of life.

Indeed they are.

Well, give this
plow to your settlers.

Let them see if it works.

Or not.

You and Athelstan are
invited back to my villa,

whenever you
choose to come.

For now,
I bid you farewell.

I can't see anyone.

They're up there.

Wait!

I will go first.

Thank you.

What is this?

Porunn!

Porunn.

Porunn!

Protect the Prince!
Gather round!

Loose!

Raise your shields!

Advance!

Hold your formation!

Pull! Loose!

It is ended!

What is this place?

It's a Roman bathhouse.

It's beautiful.

It's magnificent.

Who is this woman?

She's a goddess.
A Roman god.

A pagan god.

Like your gods,
Lagertha.

She is not
like my gods.

My gods

are as real
as you and me.

They laugh.
They bleed.

They rush
around the skies.

Hmm...

I have been a
wanderer for most of my life.

I want to tell you of the time
that I went to Utgard.

You went to Utgard?

Mmm. It was many years ago.

I traveled east until I came
to that band of water

that divides the world
of men from Jotunheim.

I rowed and rowed across

until I reached
the shores of Utgard

which lies between
the water and the mountains.

Yes, we have all
heard of Utgard.

It is where the giants live.

I walked for many miles
without seeing a soul.

But then, finally,

I reached a huge hall.

Large amounts
of giants,

they were all
lounging on benches,

and they sneered
when they saw me.

One giant,
who I took to be the king,

he sat alone in a chair
at the end of the hall.

He asked me if
I had any skill.

Hmm. For he would not allow
anyone to stay with him

unless he was a master
of his own craft or pastime.

And what did
you tell him?

I told him that
I could drink.

And that I
doubted whether

anyone in that hall
could drink as much as me.

He asked his cup bearer
to bring his sconce-horn.

He said some men there
took two draughts to empty it,

but nobody was so feeble that
they couldn't drain it in three.

Did you manage?

I took enormous gulps,

I really did. I just...

Until I was breathless.

But when I finished,

I saw that the
level of the drink

was just a little bit
lower than when I started.

So the king,

he asked me if I
wanted to try my hand

at some other
type of contest.

I demanded
that he let me

wrestle with someone.

Who did you wrestle?

She was called Elli.

She was his old
foster-mother.

She was a horrible
old crone,

who came in
hobbling with a stick.

But you overcame her
pretty quickly, I should say.

No, I didn't.

When she threw away her stick,

I hurled myself upon her!

But the moment that
I laid hands on her,

I realized

she was strong.

And she caught me in a lock
and threw me off balance.

I clung to her
desperately,

Can I have some more ale?

This story is always
so difficult to tell.

But after a struggle,
I was forced to one knee...

And so I lost.

Then, what
happened to you?

I told the King that he
had put me to shame.

He confessed to
using spells to trick me.

He said he could scarcely believe
his eyes when I drank from the horn,

because the other
end was in the sea.

He said that when I
got back to the ocean,

that I would see how much it
had ebbed with my efforts.

And his old
foster-mother?

He said it was a marvel

that I had withstood
her for so long,

because Elli

is old age.

And even if life
is not cut short

by the sword or by illness,

no one can
withstand old age

in the end.

Well, it seems to me,

it was not you
in the Great Hall.

Then who was I?

You were
the God Thor.

Only Thor can drain the
seas and fight old age.

You're right.

I was Thor.

The thunder god!

But even so,
I was still there.

And I saw it all
with my own eyes.

Who is that?

No one.
He is your son.

He needs to see me.

Hush, Ivar.

It's all right.

Queen Aslaug...

Listen to me, Ivar.

All the pain is
going away, Ivar.

All the pain
is going away.

I am taking your pain.

Hush, good boy.

There is
no more pain.

No more pain,
it's all going away.

Now you're getting
very sleepy, Ivar.

Go to sleep.

That's a good boy.

Go to sleep.
Good boy.

Good boy.

How did you do that?

Is this really a bath?

It is very big.

The Romans used their baths
not just to get clean,

but for pleasure.

The would spend time
with each other in such baths

talking about
their lives, politics,

who was sleeping with who.

So...

Who will join me?

Let us
talk about the Romans.

Most of what they built here
now lies in ruins,

but there is
another place.

A great city,
which the Romans built,

and it still
stands to this day.

It is a city called

Paris.

In a land called Frankia.

I visited there with
the emperor Charlemagne.

Lagertha,

you will never in your life

see such a place, such a city.

Tell her, Athelstan.

It is true.

I've once visited
Paris myself.

It is set upon an island

in the middle of a great
river called the Seine.

It has high walls and ramparts all around it,
for many miles.

I remember when I saw
it for the first time.

It was like a dream,

as if it were not real.

A vision.

How far
is this city?

It lies on the other side
of a narrow stretch of water.

Many here trade
with the Franks,

and we still
drink their wine.

What is it?

This is wrong.

It's wrong.

I'm sorry.

What for?

You didn't do anything.

And nothing
happened.

That's the point.

I wanted something
to happen.

I wanted something to
happen between you and me.

Right there
in the water.

In front of them.
I didn't care.

It was wrong of me.

I'm married.

I have a child.

I'm a Christian.

Nothing happened
and you've done no wrong.

And the Lord understands
our weaknesses and our trials.

I am tired,
Athelstan.

I'm so tired.

Then go and sleep.

And may the Lord, in his mercy,
bless you and keep you,

Judith.

Blessed Judith.

This is your
fault, Ragnar.

Torstein has died fighting for
a hill he did not want to own.

For something which meant
nothing to him.

He has died a
pointless death.

How many more of us must die
for your Christians?

Or have you,

in your heart,

already renounced our gods
and turned to the Christ-God?

Is that what your friend Athelstan
has persuaded you to do?

But look.

Here we are.

Under an English sky.

Burying our dead.

Those we have sacrificed
for Jesus Christ.

We are all fated to die
on a certain day, yes?

But it is our
own choice

to do as we please
until that day comes.

I did not
force Torstein,

or any of you,
to come for that matter.

You all chose
to be here.

My heart is as heavy
for Torstein as anyone's,

but I am sure that I will
bump into him again soon.

And in the
meantime, Floki,

shut your face.

Ragnar,

you had better come
and see your son.

Is she still alive?

Yes.

But her face...

It is my fault.

I didn't protect her.

That is what
her shield is for.

We fight.

That is how we win
and that is how we die.

Do you understand?

But she is with child!

And you let her come?

Hmm?

She will probably die,

with your child
in her belly,

and it will be
your fault,

because you have
the strength of a man,

but the will
of a little girl.

I can't believe
you're my son.

I can't even
look at you!

I do not think
she will die.

She wants to live.

She has a lot
to live for.

But if she hears you
weeping and lamenting,

she will choose to die.

Be strong.

Be a man.

Coax her back
from Valhalla.

But make it
worth her while,

for she is already
at the gates.

You don't have to worry about it.

Ah, Ragnar.
My ally.

Burgred has something
to say to you.

I did not mean to
fight against you today.

I am young.
I was led by evil counselors.

I beg your forgiveness,
King Ragnar.

I forgive you.

Get up, get up.

Let me see.

Come on.

We bring you good news.

Our armies have
defeated the Mercians.

Thank God my son,
Aethelwulf, is alive.

And also King Ragnar.

And your son.

Then we, too,
thank the gods.

You must stay.
We are ready to sow the first crop.

And sacrifice to Freyr
to ensure its success.

We should stay.

And take part.

I agree. We will
stay for the sacrifice.

My lord!
I said we will stay.

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Look!

Look what I caught!

Look!

Look, by all the gods,

look what I
caught in my nets.

Thorolf!

My son!
My poor son!

Raud!

They must have drowned,
for I can find no marks on their bodies.

How is this possible?

So far out to sea.

All I know is,

my nets were
suddenly heavy,

like I'd
caught a whale.

My lord,
this is sacrilege.

Unless they renounce their
false gods and heathen ways,

we should not allow them
to stay any longer.

What is it you want?

A stranger has
come to Kattegat.

His name
is Harbard.

It is possible
that he is

a magician, or...
He has powers of some kind.

Why do you
think that?

Before he arrived,
I dreamt of him.

And so did
two other women.

All of us,
the same dream.

Queen Aslaug cannot comfort her
son Ivar when he is suffering.

But this man, he...

He takes away
Ivar's pain,

and the boy goes
back to sleep.

If he possesses powers,

then he is putting
them to good use.

But are you sure?

Two young boys
died today.

A fisherman caught
them in his nets.

Yes, I know.

Might he not be connected
to the deaths of these boys?

Why should he be?

I don't know.

But you would know.

What have the
gods told you?

What have
you foreseen?

The gods have vouchsafed me nothing,
told me nothing.

They have neither
warned me,

nor promised
me anything.

And I have
foreseen nothing.

But we have
foreseen something.

We women, we dreamt
that you were...

You were tied up,
that you were bleeding,

and you could neither
move nor cry out.

That is what we saw.

We saw that

nobody could help us.

It's true.

No one can help you.

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