Vikings

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I can't see anyone.

But they can see us.

What do we do now, Bjorn Ironside?

Two days ago we were attacked.

We must all prepare for another attack.

You are my prisoner, at my mercy!

I'm thinking whether to have you killed or not.

Hvitserk is a sick man, and he's a drunk.

My brother Hvitserk is going to lead

a trade mission along the Silk Road.

Where's Hvitserk?

I see Thora burned alive.

And everywhere else, I see Ivar.

We'll have to deal with my brother.

He is a real threat to the kingdom.

Brother!

Igor?

Hmm?

We can talk!

Yes. We can talk.

Now we can discuss serious things.

Important things.

Like what?

Like... What do the gods look like?

There is only one God and He looks like Oleg.

Mm-hm.

Do you know who you are? Hm?

I don't understand.

Everything here.

Everything belongs to you.

In this room?

No, Igor.

In this whole town, Kiev.

And Novgorod too.

And everything in the whole of Rus.

The land. The sky.

The villages. The town. The people.

It's all yours.

You make me laugh.

I know it really belongs to Oleg.

I'm happy that we can talk

because now I can explain things to you.

I can explain how you have been betrayed.

Nothing belongs to Oleg.

Oleg is not a God.

Oleg is nothing, but you,

you are everything.

And everything here belongs to you.

Remember that.

Over here now!

I'd like to change his bandage.

Help me here.

Cut it off! Cut it off! Cut it!

We're surrounded.

Let's acquit ourselves well.

I don't intend to miss out on Valhalla.

Bjorn!

We found him in the camp.

He says he needs to speak to you.

What is the matter?

Haven't you betrayed us enough?

I have a message from King Olaf.

He won't attack if you agree to meet him.

He also said you can forget about all that,

if you kill me.

Tell King Olaf I agree,

but I too have a condition:

I want to see with my own eyes

that King Harald is still alive.

Valhalla can wait.

As you all must know, there is a group of bandits

who are attacking the villages around here.

They might attack us, so we should be prepared.

Some of you were shield-maidens.

You don't forget how to fight.

Probably we fought together before the walls of Paris,

- if you can still remember? - Of course, Lagertha.

You must still have your shields

and your weapons stored somewhere.

Now we all have to fight again.

The women more than the men.

You boys, you could be look-outs.

You can tell us when the bandits are around.

And you girls, you look after the animals. Yes?

Yes, Lagertha.

You men. You are not so old.

You can still be useful, can't you?

Yes, we can.

I need you to build better protection for our stores.

Think of our stores as our gold.

We can't live without it, so we must defend it with our lives.

Yes. We will.

Also, I want everyone to go into the woods,

and cut suitable staves for making bows and arrows.

But do all these things quickly.

There isn't much time.

Lagertha, it doesn't matter what we do.

We can't beat the bandits. You know that.

We will all die.

Yes, we will all die.

But not necessarily when the bandits attack us.

Yeah, tie it there.

Bring the boy! All the way!

Ah, Bjorn Ironside.

Please, come and sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

We three are strangely brought together again.

Fate works in mysterious ways.

The Norns weave it and so we believe it.

Skol!

Hmm.

Last night I had a dream.

And in that dream, I was sitting in a room

with King Harald Finehair

and King Bjorn Ironside.

You know, perhaps everything is a dream.

And we are spirits and will someday just melt into the air.

Into thin air.

If you care

so little about the real world,

why do you not simply renounce this kingdom

and go home with your warriors?

Believe me, there is nothing you can do

that you can make yourself a popular ruler here.

Nothing!

Hmm.

If nothing is real,

we must still act as if it was.

But the real mystery is that now,

both of you are my prisoners.

It is true, Bjorn Ironside, you still have an army,

but your army, I believe, is not strong enough now

to defeat me.

If our armies do fight again,

whatever the outcome,

you will be seriously weakened.

In which case, you will find it hard

to keep hold of this new kingdom,

as well as your old.

Either way, you won't win.

I will reflect more on that matter, and, um,

how to resolve our differences.

I am growing tired of this old way of thinking.

In the meantime,

King Harald, sadly, must return to your prison,

and you to your camp

where you will remain surrounded,

but I will arrange to have food brought to you.

Will the bandits attack soon?

They might not attack at all.

But, in any case, you mustn't be afraid.

You mustn't be afraid for two reasons.

Firstly, because we will all look after you.

And secondly, because you are Viking,

the son and daughter of great warriors.

I'm not afraid! If they attack,

I want to make my mother and father proud of me!

I am proud of you.

And you.

And the next one.

On the second ship!

Yes! Ready for the wedges now!

- Over here! - On the cart!

I will bring them!

You are ready?

Hvitserk.

Hvitserk! Get up!

Get up! Please.

Out!

Out! Move!

Hello, Hvitserk.

I wanted to see you. I have some news for you.

News? What news?

Good news. I want to give you some responsibility.

I don't think our family has ever truly recognized your talents.

Really?

Yes, you know very well.

So...

I want you to lead a trade delegation to the East.

You will travel along the ancient Silk Road,

making trade deals and contacts all the way.

I hope you agree to this, Hvitserk.

I'm trying to help you.

I know. I know.

I'll get better.

I'll get better.

I won't disappoint you.

Believe me.

Thank you.

Thank you, brother.

Now we have time, Ketill.

Time?

Time for you to tell me what really happened

in Iceland between Floki and the settlers.

I want the whole story.

The truth.

You know most of it already.

We suffered many early hardships and difficulties.

There was no food. Our first crop failed.