So, what to do now?
How do I protect my land from these barbarous fools?
For rescuing His Highness from danger,
His Majesty awards you with fifty pounds of silver.
Accept your reward with gratitude.
I am told that you worked tirelessly on my son's behalf.
Receive my thanks.
Yes, Your Majesty. I gratefully accept your reward.
I am looking forward to your valor in our invasion of Wales.
So he did know. Conniving old badger.
Your Majesty, I beg you to forgive me for speaking my mind aloud.
But is a conquest of Wales...
truly the wisest decision?
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
I believe the coming invasion of Wales would offer scant advantage to the Danish.
Please reconsider the matter.
Askeladd, you said you'd refrain from confrontation!
So that's Askeladd?
He dares to argue to the king's face?
He's got balls, I'll give him that.
Forgive me, Your Highness.
When it comes to Wales, I cannot back down.
Speak your mind.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
For one, we have fought ten long, hard years against the English.
Perhaps it would be best to settle into our new lands and focus on recuperating from our losses.
My other reason is the treacherous Welsh terrain and its consequent lack of value.
Attacking Wales would be akin to whipping one's tired mount over a cliff
in order to chase down a single rabbit.
In short, an invasion of Wales is not worth the trouble.
True that.
I'm glad he said it.
Man, he sure loves to talk.
We are not conquering.
The point here is that we do not allow His Majesty to be insulted without retribution.
If that is indeed your intention,
then send me as your messenger.
Allow me to show you that I can persuade the people of Wales.
You demand that a king should thrice show mercy to the disobedient?
To the "rabbits," as you call them?
I believe three times should convince them of your nobility and magnanimity.
Please, heed my words.
Oh! They gonna fight?
This is the image of a true servant.
There is no treasure greater than admonition to a king.
How blessed I am with capable and loyal vassals.
I am unworthy of such praise.
Lame.
Please, continue to lend me your valiance.
Wales or Canute. Choose.
In truth, I do not care about the subjugation of Wales.
Bring me Canute's head,
and I will see that Wales is spared.
I've looked into who you are a bit.
I hear your mother was a slave.
It would explain why you have such a fixation on Wales.
After all, its only export of any value
is slaves, it seems.
What do you think? She can still sail the seas like a champ.
You've always wanted to set sail on her, right?
I can finally let you on board.
You can rest until Mord and the others return.
Hurry up. Bring it over here.
Okay.
Is there still a lot left?
Yeah.
What are you doing? Be careful!
You must be hungry, huh?
Give me a sec. I've got some good jerky.
Thorfinn!
Where are you?!
Thorfinn!
Thorfinn...
I do not like your face.
It is not right that the crown should sit atop such an ugly head.
D-Did he just...
What did you just say?
Come now, grandpa, are you hard of hearing as well?
I said take the jewels off your head, you hideous old fuck.
That's not the face of a king.
Don't move, guards.
The king is within my reach.
Is he serious?
Whoa now.
Askeladd.
You son of a bitch! King Sweyn is mine—
Don't move, Thorkell!
Askeladd has gone mad! Do not agitate him!
Put away your sword and I'll forgive your sin.
Forgive me?
Do not presume to judge me, barbarian.
Insulting my family and my people
is a crime worthy of death!
This is my final warning.
Put away your sword, Askeladd.
That's only a nickname.
Do you want to know my real name? The one given to me by my mother?
Lucius Artorius Castus.
And I am the rightful king that rules the land of Britannia.
Now, men! Go!
That felt good.
And now...
What are you standing there for? A-Attack!
Attack him, men!
He has committed regicide!
Cut him down!
Hey, what's with all the ruckus?
What the...
What is he doing?
What's going on?
What the fuck is he doing?
That fucking idiot!
What's wrong?
Step forward if you wish to die!
The king of Britannia himself will oblige you!
Do not falter! Overwhelm him with numbers!
Die!
Hurry up!
Quit shoving!
Look who's talking!
Out of my way!
Shit! Outta the way!
Askeladd!
Hold it in, Thorkell.
It's not your turn yet.
Oh, don't mind me. I'll just stand here!
The blood-crazed fool.
If there's one thing I hate, it's having my prey snatched away from me!
He has not gone mad.
It is an act.
He just chose to save both me and Wales.
By acting like a madman, he assumes all the guilt for the murder of the king.
Let him have his rampage.
I'll allow you to finish it.
I'm not listening.
Thorkell.
He's your man, not mine.
The dog's master ought to be the one to put him down.
What's wrong, you filthy Danes?!
Askeladd!
You wretch!
Do you have any idea what you've done?!
You've killed the king!
Whatever do you mean?
I'm standing right here, alive and well.
Silence!
You son of a slave!
Pitiable knave.
Is that how you speak to your rightful king?!
On your knees!
I'm giving you the honor of kissing my boot!
Then you'll die!
Askeladd!
Stay away, Thorfinn!
Is this the first time you've run a man through, prince?
Well done.
Hey, Askeladd!
Hey, over there!
Is he down?
His Highness! The prince did him in!
Stand tall and proud.
This part is important.
This stage was made for your sake.
Don't waste it.
Hey, baldy! This isn't the time to be taking a nap!
Shit! Ahh, damn it all!
You just had to get stabbed in the worst possible place, you idiot!
Come on.
Quit squalling in my ear.
Let an old man get some rest.
Get on your feet, asshole! We've gotta get outta here!
You fool.
Hurry up and finish me off.
Sorry for the wait.
I'll give it to you.
My life is yours now.
Kill me.
We're enemies after all, are we not?
You're going to die?
You?
Do it quick.
There's no time left.
You think this is some kind of fucking joke?
It wasn't supposed to be like this!
Our fight wasn't supposed to end this way! Not like this!
You can't do this to me!
You can't die!
Get up! Stand and fight me right now!
I'm the one who's supposed to fucking kill you!
You son of a bitch!
Quit fucking around! Stand up already!
Honestly.
Hey! Askeladd! We have to fight! Hey!
This is what I hate about kids.
How...
do you plan on living your life?
Haven't you given a single thought
to what you're going to live for after I'm dead, Thorfinn?
You haven't, have you?
Shut up.
Move on already.
Don't hang on...
to this petty bullshit your entire life.
You've got to move on... Go further...
You are the son of Thors,
so venture beyond the world he saw.
That...
is your true battle.
Become a true warrior,
son of Thors.
I will not ask for your forgiveness, Thorfinn.
He was struck by a sudden madness and killed the king.
He had to pay with his life for a crime of this gravity.
But I imagine that you will have no wish to serve me any longer.
You are free to go where you wish.
Kill him!
He's a traitor!
Cease!
Do not kill him!
Stand back! I will decide what to do with him!
Thorkell, that's enough.
A cut is a meager price to pay.
Your Highness, you should have your wound treated in the inner chambers.
Allow me to handle the matters here.
Take him.
Floki.
Now that the former king has passed,
who do you believe commands the forces on the English front?
Well...
What's wrong?
Speak.
Listen closely, loyal servants!
The former king,
His Majesty King Sweyn, has passed.
As of today, I, Canute, will assume command of all military forces and control over England!
The subjugation of Wales is canceled.
Now that the former king has passed,
I predict that the remnants of the English army will be emboldened.
We must prepare for their uprising.
We will commence the rewarding at a later date.
That is all. You are dismissed.
Hey!
On your feet!
What the—
Why, you little...
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