Vikings

Previously on "Vikings..."

Attack! - Hali! No! Get back!

No!

I had a dream. I saw women dying.

It might have been Lagertha's village.

It is time to elect a king for all Norway!

You, Bjorn Ironside.

Where's Hvitserk?

You have just betrayed me for the second time.

And I have nothing left to say to you.

Your fate is to be killed by me.

The bandits who attacked us will come back.

We must all prepare to fight and defend what is ours.

You will be the king! That should be enough for you!

But don't ever betray me!

If you help me, I can give you everything you want.

I would just like to overthrow Prince Oleg.

We agree to your plan.

Send word out to all the kings and Jarls to gather here.

To elect Bjorn Ironside King of all Norway!

Jarl Thorkell!

King Olaf. - Greetings!

Welcome. - I was surprised

to receive your summons.

Is it really true

that you want us all to vote for a king of all Norway?

If it wasn't true

I wouldn't have wasted your time by summoning you here.

You are asking us all to renounce

that which is most dear and precious to us.

Our power.

Oh, Thorkell,

your power resides in your prestige.

In the willingness of your warriors to fight

and die for you.

That will not change.

All I am asking, that there should be an overlord,

to whom we could all owe our allegiance.

A king of all Norway who will defend us

from all external forces.

That is my dream.

Surely that's not too much to ask, is it?

Thank the gods!

You're here.

But why?

I had a dream, Lagertha.

And in my dream, your village was attacked.

So, I wanted to be with you.

You and Torvi's children.

I was afraid that something had happened.

Hali is dead.

It was my fault.

I did not protect him.

I failed.

He's buried not far from a village

which he tried to protect.

With all the others who also died in the raid.

So it's true?

Your dream? Yes. We were attacked by bandits.

The same bandits that Bjorn branded and released.

Then, perhaps Bjorn made a mistake?

He should never have released them.

Don't talk of mistakes! We all make mistakes,

sometimes for bad reasons and sometimes for good ones.

In any case,

it is not important anymore.

What's important is that I am certain,

since they did not manage to steal our grain,

that they will attack again soon.

It is a good thing that we are here.

We have to make plans.

Even with your shield-maidens,

I'm not sure we can resist White Hair and his bandits,

not a second time.

Those are not words I ever expected to hear from Lagertha,

the famous shield-maiden.

Perhaps that Lagertha is already dead.

I buried her myself.

Then I had to dig her up again.

But she is not the same.

She can never be the same.

Come here! Come on!

Yes, yes! Come on!

Push!

Push and push and push! Here!

Come on! Help me out! Come on!

Come on, guys! Come on! Go on! Help me!

Come on! Come on! Help me!

Yes! Well done! You! You push! You! You push!

Push! Come on!

Push! Come on, help push!

Hvitserk! What is this?

This is one of the iron gates that Ivar made to protect the town.

But what do you want it for?

I need it for my own protection!

It's the only way to keep out the ghosts!

Go on! Push it! Come on!

Come on! Yes! Go on!

Heh!

Inge has them.

Come, Inge. Come. Bring some more!

Who did this?

Hi!

Gunnhild.

Yeah. Keep going. Yeah. One more.

Bring it over here.

Good, huh? It's finished. Next one.

They won't expect this.

No.

But who knows if it's enough?

Have you heard anything from Bjorn?

I know he will return.

Yes.

Yes, push against it. That's it. Good.

Look!

Fasten it more! Not with that... Not with that rope,

with the good rope.

Yes, that's right.

Hard work.

Oh, I'm tired.

Poor Asa.

Smells good.

I cannot wait for that.

I was so thirsty. - Yes.

Too much.

It will be. Worth the wait.

Who does she think she is?

Of course. It's a long way.

What is it that you see?

I see myself, Lagertha.

That's how I was, all those years ago.

That's how we all were.

It's like seeing ghosts.

For some reason, I want to weep.

But for as much joy to see myself again.

Come. Join our feast.

We will be shield-maidens together.

Yes!

Skol!

Skol!

Go away! Leave me alone! Go away!

Look at me, Hvitserk.

Go away! Go away!

Ivar did this to me.

Look at me!

Don't be afraid.

Why have you come back here?

Why do you want to haunt me?

I want revenge.

The only person who can avenge my death, Hvitserk, is you!

Tell me! Tell me how!

You have to kill Ivar.

Ivar killed me.

He killed my family.

You will do it, won't you?

You will avenge me?

Yes. - Promise.

Swear on your sacred arm ring.

I swear.

I swear. I swear.

I... I told you, I swear!

Pull!

Keep pulling!

Oars!

Prepare for the approach. We are almost there!

I, uh... I would like to propose a toast

to Bjorn Ironside.

This is our first meeting,

but over the years I've heard all about your exploits

from the wanderers and poets in my Great Hall.

It's a great honor to meet you in person at last

Skol.

Skol.

Skol.

You are too kind.

But I too have heard stories of Thorkell the Tall

and his brothers Herring and Earl Sigvald.

In a country such as ours, as small as ours,

fame spreads easily.

So they say, Bjorn Ironside.

So, the plan

is for all of us to appoint you as king?

Elect him as king, elect.

That is our way.

In which case, King Olaf, I insist that it must be a real election.

And that anyone else, be he a king or even a simple Jarl like me,

can also stand, if they wish.

Oh, in principle, yes.

But you know

how we Norwegians are.

You give them a chance to quarrel and to fight,

and then they will quarrel and fight.

Still, Jarl Thorkell has a point.

Yes. And I agree with him.

Personally, I would never want to be made king in an uncontested election.

I have no desire to wear a hollow crown.

As you wish, Bjorn Ironside.

As you wish.

Bjorn Ironside.

Jarl Hrolf.