Vikings

Lagertha.

Who killed her?

No one knows, Lord Ubbe.

What was she doing here?

On her own with nobody?

Poor Lagertha.

Where's Gunnhild?

My children. Were her dreams true?

You don't know.

No, no! I have to go. I have to find out.

Go and help her.

Where is my brother, hmm?

Where is Hvitserk?

Go and find him.

Yes, my Lord Ubbe.

I need him.

You killed my mother.

But I can still weep for Lagertha the shield-maiden.

What is it?

We have to get to Kattegat.

I have to get to Kattegat.

We can't find Hvitserk. He doesn't seem to be in Kattegat.

Keep looking.

I'll find him.

Torvi told me that you're in love with Bjorn.

I may be.

I hope that doesn't mean you wish Queen Gunnhild ill?

Of course not.

I respect her.

I want her to be safe and well.

She is carrying Bjorn's child.

She is carrying the child of the man I love.

Where's Hvitserk?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I haven't seen him all day.

King Harald.

I bless you all my service and allegiance as the gods see fit.

I'm grateful, King Hakon.

May Norway and our people prosper.

You've made many promises.

I trust you will keep them.

My dear King Olaf.

I suppose you have come to pledge your allegiance.

It was not well done.

It was not as you arranged.

Still, I am King now.

King of Norway.

And you owe me allegiance.

I cannot.

What is so difficult for you, old man?

It was a genuine vote.

I won.

I wanted Bjorn to be the first King of Norway.

There were many who thought differently.

They didn't want Bjorn.

It was too obvious for them to vote for Bjorn.

They wanted someone who represented ordinary people.

And that's why they voted for me...

but you still won't accept it.

No.

I won't accept it.

It is a tragedy.

I must do to you what you did to me, Olaf.

I must throw you into prison until you see the error of your ways.

Or until you die. I don't mind either way.

Let me be!

I will walk to eternity in my own shoes.

Hmm.

So, it was always the truth that the death of Ragnar

would bring calamities beyond imagining.

I only see things.

I don't make them.

I fore-suffer them, lying in the damp earth beneath these walls.

You told Lagertha that she would be killed by a son of Ragnar.

I say only what I see,

and I know that humankind cannot bear too much reality.

Was it Ivar?

It was Ivar...

and yet it was not Ivar.

Ivar is guilty and innocent at the same time.

I need to know.

You will know.

And then you will wish that you did not know.

Like Hali...

we are all on our way to Valhalla.

Hali?

No!

No, Torvi.

Hali is dead.

Farewell, Hali.

Farewell, my son.

The gods decided to take you to themselves before I was ready.

But at least you will soon be with Lagertha again,

in the Halls of the Aesir.

Sweet Hali...

you are not gone because you will always be in our hearts.

And we love you.

Torvi.

You are wounded.

Can there be no end to this grief?

Lagertha?

She reached Kattegat.

But then someone killed her.

You know why she wanted so badly to go to Kattegat?

She wanted to tell you that we fought and defeated White Hair and his bandits.

She wanted you to know the courage of your son.

You should be so proud.

Lagertha must have a great funeral.

She meant so much to so many.

And I will return for it.

No, you are still too weak.

I was weak when I did not go back to Kattegat with Lagertha.

Perhaps I could have saved her life.

I will not be weak now, when we say goodbye to her.

Don't cry.

We leave for Kattegat tomorrow.

Hvitserk.

Please live, Hvitserk.

Ivar.

Warm yourself.

Have something strong to drink.

There is nothing to do except look forward to the spring.

But life goes on.

We must endure the winter.

Still, we must amuse ourselves.

I want to skate on frozen ponds.

I want to cut the throat of the first pig.

And I want to hang the mistletoe for the Christ-Mass.

And I want to bathe naked in a hot spring...

with hot steam rising, but ice and snow all around.

And my breath will be a geyser,

and my soul will bathe there and slake its thirst.

And you, dear Ivar, the future King of all Scandinavia...

what would you like?

I would like to walk.

That would be a miracle.

I've heard that your God performs miracles.

Jesus Christ...

raised a man from the dead.

He made a lame man walk.

He fed a thousand people with just a few loaves and fishes.

I don't think it's too much to ask of Him to cure a simple cripple, is it?

We will all pray for that miracle, Ivar the Boneless.

What about you, Prince Oleg?

What is it that amuses you?

What is it that you really want?

As usual, I want the impossible.

I want to go back into my mother's womb.

I want to float there...

in that small, limitless universe...

among the stars.

With no beginning, no end.

Waiting for the new world to begin.

I know we have all been here before.

We're constantly reborn.

It's what I believe.

Don't you, Ivar?

Yes.

That's also what I believe.

Ubbe!

Asa!

Oh, sweetheart.

You are safe.

But Hali is dead.

I know.

But what a brave warrior he was.

I am certain that he is on his way to Valhalla.

I am so sorry. I should have let you go.

I loved him. You must know that.

I know.

We all did.

Now he's waiting for Lagertha.

This must be a magnificent funeral.

Greater than anything else in the memory of our folk.

Your mistress, the famous shield-maiden Lagertha, is dead.