Vikings

Previously on Vikings...

We should sail west.

Can't sail across an open ocean.

I believe there's a way.

- Whoa! -

We can sail west again.

I have to find that land.

Otherwise, my life, it is filled with no meaning.

We will need their help if we are to survive here.

Where? Where is the gold?

Very soon, all of this will be ours.

Everyone will always underestimate you.

You must make them pay for it.

I will, Father.

Be ruthless.

Whenever they come, they'll have to pass through those trees.

And when they do, we'll be waiting for them.

My Lord, do we go back or forward?

Soldiers, advance!

My Lord, I beg you...

If you heard my command, we shall not retreat.

One day, I will die.

But when they dig up my bones,

I want them to say,

"Here is the grave...

of the most famous Viking who ever lived."

Ragnar.

Crazy man.

Ubbe?

Ubbe.

Son of Ragnar.

And Torvi.

I remember.

I can't believe it's you.

Dear Floki.

I don't remember you.

Forgive me.

His name is Naad.

And your name is Othere.

I remember you, don't I?

Yes, indeed, Floki. Yes, indeed.

Come, Ubbe. Come.

- Let's sit down. - I'd love to.

These people have always taken care of me.

I wouldn't have survived without them.

When I arrived here, I was weak,

unable to stand on my own feet.

A gibbering fool.

They tended to the sickness of my body

and my spirit.

They healed me.

As far as that was possible.

Why did you leave Iceland?

There are so many stories.

I left when the sadness became too much.

I was overwhelmed.

I was imprisoned in sadness.

I felt deserted by the gods.

I called to them,

but I no longer heard their voices.

The world made no sense.

Everything I once thought of as real

was beginning to melt

and disfigure,

to change its shape.

And I was sick once more to my very soul.

And so I found a boat.

Being a Viking, as I still was,

I was always able to find a boat.

What made you so sad?

I don't...

I don't always remember.

Things slip my mind.

But you could ask him.

You could ask Othere.

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Stand to! Gather your weapons!

Let him through.

- - Hyah.

Greetings.

You taught me how to play the game.

You play the game very well, Ivar.

It's been a long time.

Our fathers died.

We both became kings.

But we are still fighting like our fathers did.

I have a hope that there will be an end to this

endless cycle of suffering and war.

I agree.

So I propose, for your sake,

that we end this battle now and we make peace.

Exchange hostages.

Negotiate in good faith.

We live to fight another day.

What do you say?

I have to reject your offer of peace.

You came here, uninvited, unwanted.

And now you only sue for peace because you fear to lose.

You don't really want peace, do you, Ivar the Boneless?

You are a byword for terror all over this world.

You do not see or feel the pity of ordinary mortals.

No.

You merely want a respite so you can regroup.

Perhaps summon some other Northmen to your aid.

Your only desire is to kill and to triumph.

My god is the god of peace and love,

but your gods are savage.

They demand sacrifice.

For them, human love is unknowable and weak.

And you think me weak.

And pliable and cowardly.

But, alas for you, you are totally wrong.

Your gods have misled you.

They believe that death always triumphs over life.

But it is not so.

Just as winter brings universal death,

so spring always brings eternal life.

And the sun also rises.

So, that's a "no"?

Oh, I wasn't sure.

I thought you had more of a Christian care for your poor warriors.

Alfred,

you're outnumbered.

The last of Wessex.

Ivar...

I have such a care for my poor warriors

that I refuse to submit them

to your subterfuges and your tyranny.

They live or die for the love of God

and for their own land.

Why don't you just leave?

Abandon the battle.

Save your own people.

The die is cast.

What made Floki so sad?

The ways of men.

The dark blood of revenge blighted his dream

and made him question not only the gods,

but also himself.

The old ways.

The dark blood. Exactly.

What do you see when you look at this new world?

I see endless possibilities.

I see a golden landscape.

Hmm.

Rich farming soil, minerals,

rivers, ports, construction, abundance.

Everything that Ragnar dreamed of.

Everything he dreamed of the first time he sailed away from Kattegat.

This is what he was searching for.

And I found it.

In this new world,

do you really want to live in the old ways?

You discover a new land,

but you behave in the same ways as you did before.

And then it becomes just like the land you left behind.

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My son is dead.

He was my beloved brother.

He did not deserve such a death.

It is the worst crime.

We do not condone it.

We cannot forgive it.

It was done without our knowledge, believe me.

We regret and abhor the death of your son.