Ha! What a woman.
That's how I feel about Morgana.
Look at me.
Do you think with this face I want the kind of wife who'd let me touch her?
I want her to fight me tooth and nail, the first time I take her and the last.
You are my son...
and you'll be wearing this one day. Don't forget that.
I won't forget.
Now... you really want her, as skinny as she is, I give her to you.
Wait a minute. What do you mean, you...
- You mean we won't ransom her? - No! You can have her.
Oh, I'll give this little wench from Wales a reason to bite and scratch.
I'm Einar!
Son of Ragnar!
I'll show her what forging can be done when fire fights fire!
I'll make her howl till they hear her in Wales!
(crowd singing)
Morgana!
My pretty little bird, sharpen your claws!
(laughs)
I'm Einar!
All right, men! Everybody off!
Morgana and I wanna be alone.
Good job, mate!
Agh... Olaf!
Thank you, Olaf!
Morgana! Out! Out!
- We don't need you. - I can't swim!
If you touch me, I'll kill myself.
There's a sword to do it with...
because I'm going to touch you.
Scratch.
Come on.
- Fight! - A woman can't fight a man.
You wench! Kick, bite, scratch!
Now come on.
Fight me.
I will not lift one finger to resist you.
Whatever you do will be on your conscience.
Then let it be on my conscience.
- I've come to help you escape. - Escape?
- I've stolen a ship. - My lady, it's only a tiny boat. We'll drown.
- Are you afraid? - Yes.
- Will you come with me? - Yes.
My lady, how do you know you can trust this slave?
I know. But, my lady! If you don't want to come, you can stay.
Wait. Wait for me.
Our only chance is to get far away by morning.
Yes, I can see that.
We'd go a lot faster if we all rowed.
Would we?
Yes, we would.
Do you mean that I should row this boat?
Yes, I do mean that.
Impossible.
- Get an oar and row. - But a princess doesn't row a boat.
- Get an oar and row. - But I can't. I don't know how.
Learn. You, too.
Oh!
- What's the matter now? - This bodice is too tight. I'll have to stop.
- What's a bodice? - This dress I'm wearing.
It's too tight right in there... Oh!
- Row. - Mine isn't too tight.
Eric, look!
It's Einar. Turn! Turn!
- They are heading for the fog. - We'll get them!
- We can't go into the fog. - Keep rowing.
Faster! Faster!
The men are afraid we'll run aground. So am I.
Keep rowing!
Faster! Faster!
Look out!
Grab hold of the mast.
Stop rowing.
Odin! Odin!
I'm going under!
Hold on!
Lift me out.
Oh!
Into the boat!
Over here!
(Einar) Back to your oars!
- Back to your oars! - Give up the chase.
Morgana's out there! After them!
The Great Snake is sunk. You want to wreck this ship, too?
Ragnar.
Ragnar! Ragnar!
- Where's Ragnar? - At the bottom of the fjord.
Curse of Odin on that slave!
If I have to cross the Poison Sea, I'll find him.
I swear it... by the sacred blood of Odin.
Still afraid?
No. I'm worth more alive than dead. Are you?
No. But I value my life much more now.
Of course, I'm grateful to you for saving me and Aella will certainly reward you...
- Why should I take you back to Aella? - But you must.
Why?
I'm pledged to him on my father's word.
I didn't steal you away just to give you to another man.
Aella isn't another man. He's a king.
And I'm a slave.
And I loved you the moment I saw you.
I loved you even before then.
Kitala saw it in the runes.
That's just Kitala's silly talk.
Do you love Aella?
I belong to him... by my father's word as a Christian king.
What's your father's word compared to Odin's will?
Do you know which of all the oceans is the widest?
The Poison Sea.
No.
The ocean between a Christian and a heathen.
Our hands can reach across it as easily as that.
But that's just a joining of the flesh.
- What else is missing? - Joining of our souls.
If our hands are touching, our souls must be touching.
But your soul is heathen.
If my soul is content to be heathen and yours content to be Christian,
let's not question flesh for wanting to remain flesh.
Kitala.
We'll be in England soon.
Suppose Aella releases you from your pledge.
Then I'd be free.
But why should he?
I'll find a way.
How can I make you understand?
What would be the worst thing for a Viking?
To die without a sword in his hand and never enter Valhalla.
For me to break my pledge to Aella would be as bad as that.
I'll find a way.
You captured Ragnar single-handed?
We all owe you our thanks.
I don't want your thanks. I want Morgana.
This barbarian is under the illusion that you desire to be released from your pledge.
Do you release me?
Surely you don't want to be released?
- Yes, I do. - That is absurd.
- Sire, you gave your word. - Of course.
But first things first.
Father Godwin, take the Princess Morgana to the chapel,
that she may meditate before making a final decision.
Yes, sire.
Well, gentlemen, let us proceed to the kennels.
The royal pets are hungry.
Take him.
That stone, my lady...
- Where did you get it? - Eric gave it to me.
Where did he get it?
He said it was tied around his neck when the Vikings captured him as a baby.
(wolves barking)
Since you brought him here, the pleasure shall be yours.
Push him in.
I claim the right of a Viking to die with a sword in my hand.
And I deny you that right.
Go ahead. Push him in.
Cut my bonds and give me the sword.
Why should I?
Would you deny me the right to enter Valhalla?
What are you doing?
You dare give him that sword?
(yells)
(laughs)
Odin!
(wolves snarl)
And Einar is his brother.
And Eric has surrendered his own father to Aella.
Oh, Father Godwin, we must try to stop him.
Yes. Come.
You have dared to defy a king.
You shall join Ragnar in the pit.
I want all here to see the reward for such defiance.
Your Majesty, I would ask you to bear in mind
that I made good your promise in the name of Holy Mother Church.
Thank you, Father Godwin. You are the watchdog of my fury.
But if a common slave can rob me of a queen
and slay an enemy too cunning for a whole nation to defeat,
then the day must come when he will be a
deadlier foe to England than Ragnar ever was.
With or without God's sanction, I tell you, as your king, this cannot be.
- Aella... - Yes, my dear?
I will keep my pledge to you. Don't kill him.
In that case, nothing could distress me more than for you to think me cruel.
Then let him go.
Hold out the hand that has defied me.
(groans)
Let this serve as a lesson to all Vikings.
Take him to his ship and cast him adrift.
Eric!
Why do we wait?
Because of a slave, my father's bones lie now at the bottom of the fjord.
Ragnar was your king. But he had no Viking's burial.
I have sworn by the blood of Odin to avenge my father's death.
Why do we wait?
We must mourn Ragnar.
It's revenge Ragnar wants, not mourning.
Every Viking wants to revenge the death of Ragnar.
Then let's go to England now for the girl and the slave.
We don't even know where they are.
Where else would the slave go but to Aella's
castle to be rewarded for his treachery?
Perhaps, but what chance would we have?
Aella's castle is the strongest in all of England.
I know Aella's castle well. Here are the maps.
Einar has studied every stone and beam.
To reach the castle, we'll have to hug the English coast.
They will have days to prepare for our attack.
We don't hug the coast. We sail across the open sea.
- And if there's fog? - Can't we do what a slave did?
The slave used witchcraft.
His eyes saw through the fog to the stars.
Are you afraid, Bjorn?
Do not confuse fear for caution.
Odin has sent no sign.
Then you can stay here.
But we go to avenge Ragnar's death. Who sails with me?
Not even enough to man one ship.
Odin.
Odin must have answered me.
- Where's Morgana? - In Aella's castle.
You dare to come back here just to tell me this?
No. I need you and your men to take the castle...
and you need me to guide you across the open sea.
Why should you want me to free Morgana?
Because she shall be my wife.
All right, slave...
you live until Morgana's free.
Vikings! Vikings!
- Odin has sent us a sign. - Kill him! Kill him!
Listen to me!
Make no mistake. I hate this slave more than any living man.
But he can guide us to Morgana.
What matters more to you, a foreign wench or vengeance for Ragnar?
Because of him, your father lies at the bottom of the fjord.
That's not true! Ragnar died in England!
(murmuring, then hush)
In the fog he swam to my boat. I took him there.
How did Ragnar die?
Aella ordered him bound and thrown alive into the wolf pit.
Ragnar, bound like a sheep and thrown to wolves?
I cut his bonds.
He died fighting with the sword I gave him.
And this was my thanks from Aella for letting Ragnar die like a Viking.
Now you know how Ragnar died.
His eyes can lead us to Aella.
Now!
Who sails with me?
- I will! - I will!
Hail, Einar!
Hail, Einar! Hail, Einar! Hail, Einar!
(horn)
Strange, isn't it?
I was going to take you to England and now you're taking me.
Do you still have that stone you wear about your neck?
No, it's gone.
Oh. Just as well.
Why?
I used to think it would bring me luck.
Now neither of us will have any use for it.
(horn call)
Arthur, the Vikings!
It's the Vikings!
The Vikings!
Egbert, where would Morgana be?
The safest place is the tower chapel.
Odin!
(cheering)
Be assured, sire, the second drawbridge is much stronger than the first.
(yells)
Odin!
(wolves growling)
Aella!
(screams)
(shouting outside)
Take your magic elsewhere, holy man.
This chapel is a sanctuary.
Father Godwin!
Go ahead, jump.
You will be my queen.
I knew it the first moment I saw you.
You knew it, too. You knew it that night on my ship.
- It's not true. - Yes.
It is true.
I don't love you.
You must love me exactly as I love you.
I hate you! It's Eric I love.
- Where are you taking me? - To see Eric... for the last time.
Don't kill him. You can't.
Look at this. It's from the pommel of the sword Requitur.
It was given to Eric by his mother, Enid the Queen.
Oh, listen to me! Ragnar was his father!
Lies won't save him!
It's true. I swear it is.
He is your brother!
Eric!
Look at him, how he hastens to his death.
He can't wait to die.
If I can't have your love, I'll take your hate.
(yells)
Why did he hesitate?
Odin!
Prepare a funeral for a Viking.