May the gods
protect him. Always.
Thank you,
my Lord.
I hope your boy
brings you profit.
That's the last one,
My Lord.
Thank you.
May I ask you
something?
Am I still
your slave?
Does it matter?
It matters
because I have noticed
that in your world,
slaves are often treated
worse than dogs.
Do I treat you
like a dog?
That's not my point.
Legally you could
beat me to death,
and there would be
no penalty.
Everyone else
in your world
is subject to the law.
That's just
the way it is.
A man can rape
his female slave
but not a free woman.
It is true
that we distinguish
between those
captured in battle,
and our own
free men and women.
In any case,
why do you say
"your world"?
You live here now,
this is your world.
And I've never seen
you try to escape.
I am less and less
interested in escaping now.
Even if I could.
But I would like
to be a free man.
If it matters
so much to you.
It does.
What are you
preparing for?
What do you mean?
I've watched you.
You are about
to do something.
You have made yourself
very strong.
Perhaps not strong enough.
What do the gods say?
What do you know
about our gods, priest?
Finish the fish.
In silence.
Let the man who thinks that
he has descended
from the gods,
learn that he is human
after all.
We're under attack.
Gyda.
Bjorn. Get Bjorn.
Take this. Stay back.
Athelstan.
Take this.
What shall we do?
Should we run?
No, we stay.
Your father will be back.
But there are
too many of them.
Stay strong. Be ready.
Burn everything!
He's in the house,
my Lord!
Father!
You're hurt.
We have to go now.
What's happening?
Father,
please tell me.
You have
to get to the boat.
Are you coming?
Go.
Quickly, Gyda!
Come on, boy.
Father, I won't go
without you.
Boy, don't argue!
Father, I don't want
to go without you.
Ragnar Lothbrok!
I'm right behind you.
Now go.
Go on,
quick. Go, boy, go.
Ragnar Lothbrok!
Show yourself!
There's one!
Come on. Come on.
Help! Help!
Do you accept that
you are a criminal?
That you are worthy
only of defeat,
worthy only of death?
I accept my fate.
Let me speak with my god.
Get down!
Hurry!
Odin,
Lord of Lords,
Father,
help me.
After him.
Burn the house!
Bring him
back alive.
Yes, Lord.
There!
There he is.
Where is he?
Can you see him?
Where is Father?
He's there somewhere.
Where are they?
Father!
Is he dead?
He's dead, isn't he?
He's dead!
Is he dead?
I don't know, Lord.
- Seize his boat.
- Yes, Lord.
He's a criminal.
He's not entitled
to property.
And if you come across
his family,
bring them here,
so we can talk to them.
Yes, Lord Haraldson.
You let him escape.
I will not forget that.
Floki!
Who are you?
I must speak
with Floki.
Is he here?
Bjorn?
My father is dying.
Helga, get the bark
of the ash,
and the garlic
and the sage.
Get the sage.
We make a paste
to put on the wounds.
But first,
we must clean them.
And the only way
to make them clean
is with fire.
Bjorn, get more logs
back there.
A knife...
We must bid welcome
to our guest.
Guest? You didn't tell me
to expect a guest!
This is Earl Bjarni.
He is a Swede.
This is my wife, Siggy,
and my daughter, Thyri.
You are welcome,
my Lord.
Thank you. It was
a very hard crossing,
I must say.
You're right.
She's very pretty,
my Lord Haraldson.
Come, feast with us.
Sit over here.
So that you may
get to know each other
a little bit better.
Forgive me,
but why would
they get to know
each other better?
Because they
are being married.
But he's...
It's arranged.
May I?
You will have
no regrets,
my dear child.
I will make you
a good husband,
and you will provide me
with many sons,
of that I am
quite certain.
The celebration
shall be later this year,
when I shall return,
laden with gifts.
In the meantime,
please accept this
as a token
of my affection.
Here, let me.
What do you say,
Thyri?
Thank you, my Lord.
You are very kind.
Give that to me.
I dedicate
this blade
to the goddess.
To Freyr.
Wisdom might you
give us, Freyr,
and healing hands
while we live.
Hail to the Aesir.
Please, Freyr,
heal my father.
For everything
there is a season,
and a time
for every matter
under the sun.
A time to be born,
and a time to die.
A time to plant,
and to pluck up
what is planted.
A time to kill,
and a time to heal.
Mary, mother of God,
listen to me.
Do not let this man die.
How could you?
It's an excellent match.
He's a powerful man,
and he's the cousin
of King Horik.
He's old
and he's ugly!
You don't judge a man
by the way he looks.
We've struck
a good deal.
Oh!
He'll give us
20 pounds
of silver for her.
Don't you care
for her happiness?
I care for her security
and her future.
And ours.
This marriage
will bring us land
and important alliances.
The gods must have seen
that we need them.
You told me nothing
of this marriage.
You have treated me
with utter contempt.
You don't care!
I stopped caring
about a lot of things
when our boys
were murdered.
They died.
You buried them.
And for you,
it was the end
of the matter.
But for me!
They were my sons.
I bore them.
I brought them
into this world.
I watched them
as they grew.
And I loved them,
just as I loved you.
The killers,
they dug
a shallow grave.
And before
they buried them,
they cut
their heads off.
And when they laid them
in the ground, they...
They put their faces
against their asses
as a sign
of disrespect.
If I ever find the man
who did that,
I will...
I took these
locks of hair
from their heads.
See Siggy,
when you have
such knowledge,
being married
to a rich, old man
isn't so bad.
Is it true?
He's here?
He's still weak.
But his wounds
are beginning to heal,
thanks to Floki's magic.
Torstein.
Ragnar,
see who's here.
Ragnar,
my friend.
How are you?
Save me
from these people.
How did you know
I was here?
I didn't.
I only know
Earl Haraldson
is looking for you.
It was Rollo who said
that if you're alive,
you might be here.
Then why did
he not come himself?
Because he thought
the Earl's men
would be looking
for him especially.
It is no secret
that all of the crew
are being watched.
But I made sure
no one followed me.
Let's eat.
It is good
to see you.
You too, my friend.
This is Helga.
Hello, Helga.
Oh.
Don't wriggle
your maggot
in her face.
She's taken.
Sit down.
I heard
they burned down
your farm.
They also slaughtered
all our livestock.
We have nothing left.
You are alive.
Ragnar is alive.
Your children are alive.
You have everything left.
We also need to eat.
And we are already
eating some of
your winter supplies, Floki.
And I am ashamed.
The gods will provide.
For everything
there is a season,
and a time
for every matter
under heaven.
A time to be born,
and a time to die.
Just eat your soup,
priest.
Sometimes your god
sounds a lot
like one of ours.
Why did the gods
keep me alive?
That is the question
I keep asking myself.
What are you
going to do?
I can do nothing
until I am well.
Where's the boat?
Haraldson has confiscated
the boat.
His daughter
is getting married
to a man from Svealand.
The boat is her dowry.
Floki can always
build us another one.
And the Earl?
Psst.
Come on.
What for?
If you don't
come now,
I promise,
you will regret it.
I don't remember
inviting you to my
daughter's wedding.
Well, Lord, I assumed
you'd just forgotten.
So, I came anyway.
Here's to happiness
for your daughter.
May she be blessed
with many sons.
That could be
you dancing
with my daughter.
I often think
about it.
Still, I was not
fated to marry her.
Maybe that
old man was.
Why are you here?
We should talk.
All right.
Later.
Let my daughter enjoy her wedding day.
Silence! Silence!
It is time
for the husband
and wife
to go to
the matrimonial chamber.
So, what do you
want to talk about?
I don't want
your thugs,
like these fellows,
following me
around everywhere.
It's a waste
of everyone's time.
Oh, I disagree.
If you lead them
to Ragnar Lothbrok,
it will be time well spent.
Ragnar is dead.
Do you swear that
on your arm ring?
No.
Then why...
I cannot swear
because I have
not seen a body.
But I have heard nothing,
and he is my brother.
I am sure
in my heart
he is dead.
What about his wife
and children? They too
have disappeared.
So I heard.
Thought you'd had
them killed, frankly.
By those
fellows there.
So why should
I trust you?
As you've already
betrayed me.
I didn't betray you.
I told the truth.
Shouldn't you
trust someone
who tells the truth?
So tell me
the truth now.
The truth is,
you run everything here.
You own the ships.
You decide
where it is we raid.
I need to be
a part of that.
I don't want to be
on the outside.
I want to raid
and fight.
It's what
I was born to do.
I understand.
And you must understand
it will take time
for me to trust you.
And I do not give
my trust easily.
But you can stay here,
eat at my expense,
work on my boats,
prepare for the season.
Then we shall see.
Agreed?
Agreed.
Good.
So if Odin
lives in Valhalla,
is he the only god
who lives in a great hall?
No, there are many halls.
Thor lives in Thrudheim.
And Freyr was given
the hall at Alfheim
when he cut
his first tooth!
And nearby is Valhalla,
vast and gold-bright.
And every day,
Odin chooses slain men
to join him.
They arm themselves
and fight in the great
courtyard.
They kill one another.
But every night
they rise again,
and ride back
to the hall, and feast.
The roof is made
out of shields.
The rafters are spears.
Coats of mail
litter the benches.
A wolf stands
at the western door,
and an eagle
hovers above it.
It has 540 doors,
and when Ragnarok comes,
800 warriors
will march out of each door,
shoulder to shoulder.
What is Ragnarok?
Well, then...
How was the Earth created?
The Earth was made
from the Ymir's flesh
and oceans
from his blood,
when the titan
was thawed
from the ice.
The gods, they made
hills out of his bones,
and trees from his hairs,
and the sky dome
is his skull.
And out of his brain
they shaped the welling
dark clouds.
So, how do you think
it was made, priest?
Siggy.
No.
I was sure!
I've come
to warn you.
You must leave
at once. Today.
My husband,
he hates you.
He has shown me
nothing but respect
since I came here.
Rollo.
Believe me.
Get away.
Where's Ragnar Lothbrok?
Where is he?
He's dead.
Are you sure?
You said
that you always
tell the truth.
You seem to have
a little trouble
opening your mouth.
Perhaps I could make that
a little easier for you.
When will he
be better?
It's taking
too long already.
In a few weeks' time
your father's wounds
will be healed.
If he is careful.
You must have
patience, Father.
"You must have patience,
Father." Shut up.
Torstein!
Oh!
I found him
wandering around
the marshes.
I was lost.
I was visited
in great secrecy by Earl
Haraldson's wife, Siggy.
She told me that
her husband had played
a trick on Rollo,
and imprisoned him,
trying to find
where you were.
Then he tortured him.
He tortured my brother?
Yes.
Siggy is sure,
her husband
means to kill him,
because Rollo will not,
in any way, admit
to where you are.
It's a trap
for you, Ragnar.
Floki.
I have another favor
to ask of you.
I want you to go
in to Kattegat.
I want you to ask
for a meeting
with the Earl.
And when you meet him,
challenge him
to a personal combat.
With me.
Tell him,
if he refuses,
shame will stalk him
for the rest
of his life,
and Odin
will never permit him
into Valhalla.