I can see it.
I'm fine.
As long as I see it, I can dodge.
If he can't hit me, he might as well be unarmed.
Yeah!
Nice work, kid!
Hang in there!
The shrimp's pretty good!
He actually got a hit in on the captain!
The little nimble ones are always tough to kill.
This might be the best fight we've seen in ages!
Shit! No blood.
He must be wearing chain mail underneath.
Too bad. I liked these.
So you do not fear my ax.
At least you've got balls.
You clearly got those from Thors.
Fine, I'll bite.
What's with you and my father?
He didn't tell you anything?
How cold of him.
I know that he was born of a jarl.
It was Helga who was from the jarl's bloodline.
Thors earned his fame through his sword arm.
What?
Wanna hear more?
Do ya?
If you want to know more,
then you'll need to make this worth my while.
How 'bout it, Thorfinn?
I'll play along if you want.
But it'll be hard to hold back just enough to make sure you can still talk.
The kid's got a mouth on him!
My gut is killing me!
Did you hear that?! He wants to go easy on the boss!
Have mercy on us!
Look at the fool!
Did he say something funny?
I recognize Thorfinn as a warrior.
Do not laugh!
Thors was easily stronger than me!
Now I want you to show me that you really have his blood,
Thorfinn!
Beyond the night skies I'm trudging towards, a lone crow lies in wait
Cawing as if to hasten my gait
From the annals of history, shadows of skulls laughed at me
Laughing in my face with glee
So I just bleed and feel the blood I have inside me
Holding to the creed and blade to slay thee
Carry on the oath until my last scene
Higher than the sky and deeper than the sea
Keep your precious justice to yourself, bud
Use it till they're torn, become a pile of mud
I don't need their choice or voice to judge me
The one and only way I had and always seek
Anyone, everyone, I will crush 'em all
Enemies, let 'em see, now I see you fall
Kings and gods, change the odds
I'm the one who makes my final call
My scars, my past and even my solitude
I'll quell them all with just my feud
Keep your crown, I'll take you down
I'm the one who makes my final call
That stupid boy came back just to get himself killed.
If he's here, then what of the prince?
Hey! Over there! Go!
Out of the Cradle
Hold down his leg!
Do the same over there!
I hear the sounds of battle nearby.
Oh, can't you just give it a rest?
Is there nothing else for you to do?
Just be quiet!
I don't want to open my eyes.
I just want to sleep.
Sleep... forever.
Your Highness... Your Highness...
Prince Canute.
Ragnar!
You're ali—
This is a dream, isn't it, Ragnar?
Yes. I am here to bid you farewell.
Are you passing? Leaving me behind?
You want me... to survive in this world on my own?
Do you think I can?
I...
was not fit to be your instructor.
I raised you not as a king would,
but merely the way that
a common farmer raises his own son.
I did this despite knowing that it was not to the king's pleasure.
I can only beg forgiveness.
What's wrong with that?!
You cared far more for my wishes than my father ever bothered to!
I never asked to be born a prince.
Had I been your son...
My life would have been so much better
if I was born your son.
Your Highness.
Your kind words make me so happy, Your Highness.
Don't go.
I love you.
There are things to be learned through loss.
I'm sure you have already realized this.
Ragnar...
I am nothing more than a dream.
Wait...
The time has come for you to wake.
No... Ragnar!
Come back!
Be of good health, Your Highness.
Ragnar...
Quit cowering like babies!
Rush him together!
Do you feel any pain?
They are fighting over you, Your Highness.
You will belong to the victor.
You are a holy man.
Why do you not stop the battle?
Is there any way to stop them?
Let those who seek death find it.
I had a dream.
I dreamed of Ragnar.
He said his farewell.
Even in death, he was a dutiful man.
With him gone,
there is no one left in this world who loves me.
You have made a great realization.
But it is not quite correct.
Was it love that Lord Ragnar felt for you?
Remember that, for the sake of your safety,
he allowed sixty-two innocent villagers to be killed.
Your Highness.
What is love?
I gotta say, this lot didn't put up much of a fight.
The real fight's actually findin' the strong ones.
I'll never make it to Valhalla at this rate.
Wait, is the boss still fighting?
No way. He should have killed him instantly.
Then what are they so excited about?
I think I'll go take a quick gander.
Me too.
Hey now, just what's going on over there?!
Kill 'im!
Captain!
You little shit!
Quit running!
Can you believe this?
Look at the boss...
He's being absolutely savaged by a little kid!
Very good, Thorfinn!
I could count the number of my men that could stand toe-to-toe with you on one hand.
It's the same chain mail he was wearing last time.
I'll have to aim for the tendons.
I went for the vital points in London and paid an awful price.
I've got to immobilize him before I go for the kill.
The problem is you're a great fighter, but your swordsmanship is rather...
mundane?
You're missing something that will complete you as a warrior.
Then what does that make you? Flattening unworthy opponents the way you do.
Exactly.
I'm missing something too.
I was hoping that I could learn whatever it is from the son of Thors.
Tell me, Thorfinn.
What do you think?
What makes a true warrior?
What is love, you ask?
Are you saying that Ragnar did not love me?
Yes.
Then it is my turn to ask of you.
If Ragnar had no love,
then who in the world does embody real love?
He does.
There.
He is dead and therefore more beautiful than anyone alive.
You might say he is love itself.
For you see, he will no longer hate, nor will he steal.
His body will be abandoned here.
And his flesh will feed both beasts and insects alike.
He will be blown about by the wind and pelted by the rain,
and he will not raise a single word in complaint.
It is death...
that completes a man.
Shit!
So you don't know.
No matter.
I wasn't expecting much anyway.
Stop trying to mess with me!
You are saying that the essence of love... is death?
Yes.
Then the emotion a father feels for his child,
what a husband and wife feel for each other,
what Ragnar felt for me...
What is that?
Discrimination.
It is hardly different from the way one swears fealty to a king or whips a slave.
To Lord Ragnar, your life was more important than anyone else's.
More important than even his own, I suspect.
His tender feelings towards you were discrimination.
I see.
I think I understand now.
It's as though
the mist enshrouding me has been lifted.
Huh?
Oh, c'mon!
He sees right through you!
Yeow.
Shit!
It's still too shallow!
I'm beginning to understand.
This snow...
is love, isn't it?
That is correct.
The sky.
The sun.
The breeze that blows.
The trees.
The mountains.
And yet...
How can this be?
The world...
God's divine creation is so brimming with love...
Yet there is no love
in the hearts of men.
It is said that we became the pathetic creatures we are
because our distant ancestors sinned
and turned their backs on God.
We were...
exiled from paradise.
Huh?
Hey!
Where'd he go?
Hey, what's that?
So he bounced off to brace against the impact.
Clever move!
Over there!
Incredible!
Now he has to be dead!
Only the captain could do that!
Shit.
Now I'm really out of moves.
It seems the contest is over.
But...
I'm afraid the winner has lost his sanity.
You might want to flee, Your Highness.
Sanity?
Where in this world can a sane man be found?
We're the same.
We're all the same.
None of us understands what it means to love at all.
Or the meaning of life.
Or the meaning of death.
Or the meaning of their own battles.
Your Highness...
Enough.
I am sick of this.
We gained knowledge but lost something in return.
The most precious thing of all.
It's something...
that we will never regain as long as we live.
We will never have it back.
And yet...
You still force us to seek it,
Father in heaven?!
Pitiable warrior.
Furthest of any from the presence of love.
You who have been exiled from paradise.
Is there no way to end the pain that is your punishment other than the finality of death?!
Does our life only exist for us to undergo the burden of your tests,
Father in heaven?!
This man's soul cannot be saved with your trials!
Father.
I no longer seek your salvation.
If you will not give it to us,
then we have no choice but to recreate paradise
with our own hands!
Huh? The prince?
Ow!
Are you well, Highness?!
Stop this, you fool.
Cease your pointless squabbling.
P-Pointless?
It's in deep.
Will you live?
Damn... What a careless lapse.
Don't move. He got you in the guts.
Willibald!
See to this man.
I will round up the scattered horses.
You, help.
Your Highness, I have witnessed a miracle.
Shut your mouth and help.
Hey! Prince!
Where are you going?
I'm handing you over to Thorkell!
If I don't, he'll slaughter my—
Going to Thorkell is exactly my plan.
We must ask for use of their sled to move this wounded man.
What?!
Don't you dare fucking humiliate me!
Don't you understand why I've gone to such lengths, you little shit?!
If Thorkell gets his hands on you after all, then all of this meant nothing!
Meant nothing?
"Meant"?
What your battle meant?
There is no meaning to this battle.
So stop dying.
Be my subjects, warriors,
and I will show you the proper time and enemy for your battles.
I will give your struggles, your lives, and deaths a proper meaning.
That...
is the calling of a king.
I feel like I'm almost there, but I'm not
Hounded by bones drifting along on silent winds
Unceasing echoes of voices won't ever fade
We can't well turn back without knowing what lies ahead
We may see in the same colors
But the breaths we draw are shaded differently
You're gonna make me go
You're gonna make me drown
I've nothing left to even lose
You're gonna make me go
You're gonna make me drown
No I don't want it, I don't want it,
I don't want it
Don't let me go
You're gonna make me drown
I'll head towards an answer that affords no footing
You're gonna make me go
You're gonna make me drown
No I don't want it, I don't want it,
I don't want it
But I know no one's there
I will stay right here
I'll walk the precipice