The Last Kingdom (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
Uhtred is a galley slave on a Viking ship but Aelfric is angry that Guthred did not kill him and breaks the alliance, joining with Erik and Sigefrid to take Durham with savage violence. To ...
I am Uhtred, son of Uhtred.
I released the slave Guthred
and saw him crowned King of Cumbraland.
I fell in love with his sister
while commanding his troops.
I wish to be seen as Sigefrid's equal.
I ask that you offer your sister
in marriage.
He behaves as if he were king!
To defeat Kjartan the Cruel,
an alliance was formed
with the brothers Erik and Sigefrid.
Kjartan's land will become your land.
To peace.
But Guthred's counselors
saw me as a threat
and wanted Christian men in the army.
He believes himself
to be above each one of us.
And so a secret bargain was made
with my uncle.
Two hundred spears. In return
I shall require the head of Osbert.
What are you doing?
Guthred showed clemency,
but still betrayed me.
You will become a slave, Uhtred.
And Halig with you.
King Alfred freed
my brother Ragnar to rescue me.
But he was too late.
You belong to me now.
Destiny is all.
Pull, you bastards!
Yah!
Pull!
We need to fly! Pull!
It's like looking out of a grave.
That will not be our fate,
I swear to you.
D'you think these bastards
will bother digging a hole for ya?
We are destined to be tossed overboard,
with the rest of the shite.
I'll tell you, Finan,
it would be my own bad luck
if I got tossed overboard alive.
I can't swim.
Never give up, Halig.
- Shut your mouth back there!
- Never give in.
You don't speak, slave!
You pull!
Yes, man! We pull!
- Pull!
- And...
Pull! Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
One day, Osbert, I will kill
that bastard and savor it.
Two hundred spears as promised.
A man of his word.
It would seem.
We can lay siege to Dunholm
as early as tomorrow.
The unified armies of Guthred, Aelfric,
the two brothers, we march on Dunholm.
We show Kjartan our numbers.
We stand fast.
We starve Kjartan of water, food,
life itself.
How did he die?
- Who?
- Uhtred, lord.
His name is Osbert.
Did he shit his britches?
Did he beg for mercy? I want to know.
Uhtred would never beg.
- Your queen?
- No.
- She has a free tongue, Lord Aelfric.
- She will say nothing more.
Well, I wish to see it.
My nephew's head. Where is it?
Where it has always been.
On his shoulders.
Rest assured that Uhtred
is as good as dead.
As good as "dead"?
Then he is still alive?
For the siege of Dunholm,
we agreed 200 spears for his head.
- That was the bargain.
- Lord, he is a ship's slave.
In reality Osbert's been given a fate
far, far worse than death.
You must understand,
Uhtred saved my life.
He was my friend.
- Your friend?
- Yes.
Lord, I swear,
you shall never hear from him again.
Perhaps I should make an ally
of Kjartan once again.
Maybe he will succeed
where you have so willfully failed.
All I required was a single,
lifeless head.
Lord, may I suggest that you rest?
Aidan, how many days
have we been marching?
- Six days, lord.
- And you should rest.
Six days for no reward!
Lord, rest, eat, drink,
there must be something we can do
or offer to make this right.
Lord Aelfric,
you will have gathered by now
that my brother is part fool.
You should have
nothing more to do with him.
My sister has humor and a tongue!
We leave tomorrow.
- Lord, I beg you...
- My business here is over!
Goodbye, Lord Aelfric,
so nice to meet you.
Enjoy the long walk home
to Bebbanburg.
Guthred, by saving Uhtred...
what you now have
is a chaos of your own making.
Chaos.
If Aelfric is not with us
then the ground has shifted.
We'll take no part
in the siege of Dunholm.
Erik, we must!
We have an agreement, we have plans.
That will no longer involve
the brothers.
No Dunholm means
we must again fight for our wealth.
Sigefrid, we do have a peace!
We do have a peace!
Lord, we are in need of an ally.
You must offer your sister.
The horses are ready?
They are, lady.
Sihtric, I choose you
because you are loyal to Lord Uhtred.
Always, lady.
You will give this note to Hild
when she returns. She will return.
How long will you be gone, lady?
All I know is that I cannot stay.
We are Wessex, of course,
and to our north lies Mercia,
our allies.
Mm-hm, and to the east?
Danelaw. Above is Northumbria
and Cumbraland,
where Pagans rule and threaten
our Christian brothers.
And beyond the great wall
is a kingdom they call Alba,
where it is cold and wild.
Good. And what do we call everything
south of the wall?
That will one day be England.
Aethelflaed, it would cost a great deal
of both blood and silver
to conquer these lands,
even more to hold the ground.
And so alliances must be forged,
unions made.
- I am to be married?
- Once a suitable match has been made.
I am ready to do my duty.
There is a beauty to a burning village.
It's like you said. Chaos.
I wish to be known as Sigefrid...
Lord of Chaos.
Come.
Sister Hild and company,
what is your purpose?
We're here on the orders
of Alfred of Wessex.
- I want to see King Guthred.
- You are a Dane.
I am Earl Ragnar Ragnarson.
This is the warrior Steapa,
Alfred's man.
Alfred sends greeting to King Guthred.
And Guthred's sister,
Lady Gisela, is she here?
I would like to see her.
She is not. She did abandon the city.
Where to?
I have yet to find out,
but I shall find out.
You are his brother.
Uhtred's brother.
It is Guthred.
I am, lord.
Alfred sent you to do what?
To find Uhtred.
He's in Uhtred's debt
and would not see him harmed.
Uhtred is lost.
I'm truly sorry to say that.
My apologies to both you and to Alfred.
There, you've had
a wasted journey.
But rest, please, here, by all means.
You will tell me
the name of the man who took Uhtred.
I... I need to gather my thoughts.
Lord, I wish to know the name
of the slaver! If you are truly sorry,
you will tell me and where to find him!
Uhtred is indeed lost.
Bail, you dogs!
Release our chains! We'll work faster!
Bail out or you'll go down with her!
You want to live? You bail!
I pray God will keep him safe, lady.
Osbert, he will not stop bailing.
Rest.
You will need your strength.
I am happy enough to bail.
Hey!
Oh? Oh, you think you're better
than these men?
They are property, as are you.
You should let go of your pride,
it will be the death of you.
Rest.
Huh.
He's right, you should rest.
We're wasting away, you and I.
We should be saving what's left
of our strength to run.
But to run we'll need skin on our feet
and not rotting flesh.
Then we should bail.
These wretches all tell
the same story, lord.
They flee slaughter at the hands
of the brothers. We must surely be next.
And what do I do?
Do I fight?
Do I now march against the brothers?
It is not my place
to instruct a king in the ways of war.
I am asking for your counsel!
I am without a commander of my guard!
Then I would say we need first
to secure grain enough for the winter
to feed these wretches.
And I would say we need Lord Aelfric
of Bebbanburg now more than ever.
We would appreciate some water,
for ourselves and the horses.
It's yours. There.
- You are JONIS?
- I am.
I've been told that you took a man,
a warrior, from Guthred of Eoferwic.
You sold him as a slave.
I see the faces of so many creatures.
I'm not here to open your belly, JONIS.
Not yet.
I'll pay you.
Here.
You will not feed the slaves!
And you will not bark
like a great fat hound!
You said you will pay?
Yes, I did.
The warrior slave,
called himself Osbert.
There was another man, smaller, Saxon.
A sea trader named Sverri
took them both.
Where is Sverri now?
Wherever the sea
and promise of silver takes him.
Life at the oar is hard and short.
Sverri will return, I'm sure.
Refresh his crew.
When?
Autumn and winter will pass,
but come spring,
the first full moon after Sigr Blot,
we will gather for business
at the beach.
Sverri will be there, I swear.
And between that time he sails where?
His ships plough
the roughest sea, he could be any place.
- You tell us nothing.
- I tell you what I know to be true.
All you can do is watch the beaches
and wait.
You Saxon dogs!
- Move it now!
- It's East Anglia.
It could well be Frankia.
Drink water.
- I need land.
- Yes.
Lord, I need land. I need to get out.
- I need land!
- Halig!
- Back at your place!
- He is back at his place!
Tell them who you are,
tell them you have silver!
- You will be quiet!
- He is sick with the fever!
We will hold him!
I said we will hold him!
Worthless slaves.
- I can't.
- Halig, Halig...
- I can't stay on this ship!
- Halig!
You are a warrior.
You followed me into battle at Ethandun.
You fought bravely! Halig!
You saved me from Kjartan's spies
in Cumbraland. Remember that?
I did.
You did.
We are warriors.
And our time will come.
Look at me, Halig.
You have followed every order
I've ever given you.
I'm giving you one more.
You will row.
You will pull and you will wait
and our time will come.
And together we shall win.
Together.
Mother, please tell me
he is not here as a suitor.
He is Ceolwulf, the father of Mercia.
He is barely alive.
Lord Ceolwulf,
Wessex is honored to welcome you.
We welcome all of the Ealdormen
of Mercia.
We do not.
May our discussions
prove to be beneficial
and fruitful for both parties.
Swords, Alfred.
I shall make my point clear
from the outset.
We demand swords
and the men to carry them.
To help stem the wave upon wave
of raiders, lord, from the Daneland.
Forgive my interruption.
Mercia lost many a warrior at Ethandun,
and willingly.
I expect repayment.
I hear you, Ceolwulf.
I consider our lands to be one...
No, we are not one,
we are Mercia and you are Wessex.
Refreshment?
Swords.
I will not be silenced.
Lord Ceolwulf, perhaps a seat?
It has been a long journey.
It has.
For a purpose.
I understand completely
that at times the East of Mercia
is overrun with Viking raiders.
We suffer the same fate
along our northern border.
What of your warrior Uhtred?
He is a leader of men. Dispatch him
to our border with Daneland.
Uhtred and 50 men I will accept.
Uhtred was last seen in Northumbria,
lord, the place of his birth.
Northumbria?
You can send men to the far north
but not to your neighbor?
Lord Ceolwulf,
the solution to our problem,
I feel, is a bond.
The solution is swords and men.
A permanent bond
between Wessex and Mercia.
- A union, lord.
- Swords!
How many times do I need to say it?!
How many times
am Ito be ignored?
Lord Ceolwulf, you have read my letters?
Lord Ceolwulf?
Yes, of course I have read your letters.
You're looking for a buck.
A match, lord.
And I have a name for you right here.
In a letter of my own.
A good man, a godly man.
Mercian stock, like the lady Aelswith.
But what guarantee do I have
that Mercia will not become
a mere appendage of Wessex,
a poor cousin?
- We are a kingdom.
- Lord, your first concern should be
that you do not become an appendage
to Daneland.
And who was it
agreed to this thing called Daneland?!
It was you.
It was Alfred!
And now it is Mercia that suffers most.
- Swords you demand, lord.
- I do.
- And swords you shall have.
- How many?
Wessex could never turn away
from Mercia.
It would be akin to Alfred turning away
from Aelswith.
It could never occur,
Lord Ceolwulf, never.
What is this?
Each time I talk of swords and spears
and yet you insist on speaking of unions
and oi...
A cup of water for Lord Ceolwulf?
A cup of water?
I think perhaps a hole in the ground.
He has passed, lord.
Our, um...
our deepest sympathies
are with all of you.
Be assured that I
and the priests of Wessex
shall pray for Lord Ceolwulf's soul.
I pray eternal light
will shine upon him.
We shall adjourn.
Which one of you is Aethelred?
I am Aethelred, lady.
Aethelred, if you could ensure
that Ceolwulf is returned to his family,
- I would be grateful.
- Yes, lord, of course, lord.
Master Sverri and your friend Hakka
have good news.
We're finished now until the spring.
Winter will be on land.
Iceland.
Where there's work to be done.
Be ready.
Hear that, Halig, land.
I love land.
So,
in place of the head of Osbert
you offer me a bride,
by your own admission,
you have misplaced.
But we will find her, lord, and soon.
You will find her when?
Before I finish my food?
Before the end of winter?
Lord, we have eyes across Northumbria
and Cumbraland and we have prayer.
She will have gone to Cumbraland.
- I... I know my sister.
- Ah, but I do not.
I know she must be very fond of me,
to hide herself away like this.
Lord, she would not be
the first reluctant bride.
True.
It is also a truth that she was
very fond of your nephew.
I have a duty to tell you,
there was talk of marriage.
She remains fond of Osbert?
Oh, I would imagine that
he is the reason she is in hiding.
Then I shall have her.
You will?
There are, however, conditions.
Not one spear shall belong to Eoferwic
until Gisela is delivered
and is my wife.
Aidan shall return with you.
You will treat him well,
you will feed him well,
for the entire winter,
should that be necessary.
I do not eat too much.
Finally, you will deliver a message
from me to Kjartan.
- Kjartan?
- Saying what?
Saying how my nephew may be found
and therefore killed.
Why bark
when there are hounds available?
Are we agreed?
Yes.
We are agreed.
I think we might be getting fed, lord.
Call him Osbert.
More than you deserve. Be grateful.
Lord, your gift of warriors,
they have served Mercia well
this past winter.
- The raids are not so frequent now.
- It gladdens me to hear it.
You have done well, Aethelred.
Thank you, lord.
Now, I believe
there is other business. Odda?
Yes, lord.
The bride price.
Well, We...
I have considered
what would be appropriate.
I propose to gift the lady Aethelflaed
3,000 pieces.
Four thousand
would perhaps be more fitting?
Lord Aethelred, she is the King's
daughter, she is not without means.
Silver, though valuable,
does not represent what she will become,
a lady of Mercia.
Perhaps you have a gift
with more... permanency?
Ancestry.
We would, of course,
bequeath Aethelflaed titled lands,
rich lands, in Mercia,
to further the union.
A fair price I feel. Excellent.
Excellent, lord.
To permanency.
Quick! Hide yourself!
How may I serve you,
Sven Kjartenssen?
You will not waste my time,
we will not speak of silver.
We will talk of a man
you know as Osbert.
Halig...
Do not move.
I said... do not move.
Bastards!
Don't just stand there looking idle.
He has the weight of an ox!
We must divide, go separate ways.
Come this way, follow me.
Halig, keep going.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Look! A boat!
Blessed Jesus, there's a bastard boat!
Halig.
- Get in the boat!
- Lord, leave me here!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull, lord!
You are alive only because I am
curious to know who you are
and if you'll fetch a good price.
Pull!
Pull and save him the pain!
Pull!
Pull and give him the peace of death!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
JONIS!
I'm looking for JONIS,
the slaver. Is he here?
- Who has seen him?
- You will deal with me today.
- You know who I am?
- I do, lord.
You have something that I want,
Master Sverri.
Yes, lord.
Uhtred Ragnarson. Is that you?
Is it?
What do you call this man?
He calls himself Osbert, but I heard
another slave call him lord.
It is him.
Oh.
I have waited for this moment.
Give him a sword.
A sword.
Sven?
Yes.
It is me, Sven the one-eye.
Pick it up.
Pick it up!
He... He's too weak.
I will kill you.
Uhtred, I am pleased that you will try.
He is too weak!
I will be forever the man
who killed the great warrior Uhtred.
Uhtred!
Uhtred!
Uhtred? It's me, it's Ragnar.
Ragnar...
Did you believe we would abandon you?
Free them all.
Pull.
Halig.
He's been taken down,
wrapped and buried
with shield and sword.
You will say words for him, Hild?
I have.
I will, always.
Northumbria is torn.
Aelfric did not come to Guthred's side.
Erik and Sigefrid and Kjartan,
they do what they please.
You haven't asked how I come to be here.
Alfred.
Alfred sent us.
I believe the King of Wessex
cares for you.
You're Uhtred's brother?
I am!
You look nothing like each other.
Uhtred, you should eat.
Finan.
Oh, we will eat, lady,
but our tummies are small.
And our feet have
barely touched dry land.
It'll take a little time to find them.
Are you his brother?
We are...
We are bound, I would say.
Up. You've been asleep
for a day or more.
I can do it.
Take off your clothes.
You've not looked me in the eye,
not once.
I am ashamed of what I became.
You are Uhtred, son of Uhtred.
Lord of Bebbanburg.
It's time you remembered that.
You kept the blade sharp.
I knew you'd return.
She's heavier than I remember.
How did Alfred come to know of my fate?
You?
I will not forget.
You will always have my protection.
I could not ask for more.
And this...
This is my gift to you.
Protection.
You are too good a woman for God alone.
Uhtred, it is you.
The apples are beginning to fall
without...
- Shh.
- Picking.
Here we are, Brothers,
God's gift.
Thank you, Mother, most generous.
You have been to Cumbraland, you say?
We have, and without luck.
And you've had no strangers
call unto your door, Mother?
Strangers, yes, traders and wretches,
but no ladies.
Hmm.
You have an appetite, lord.
Mmm, I do.
It's good.
I'm pleased.
Alfred waits.
For your return.
We have business here, Steapa,
in the north.
I gave my word. We go to Wessex.
But we're here, now.
I gave my word we go directly to Wessex.
Kjartan can wait, and Thyra must wait.
And Gisela?
What of her?
She's safe.
She waits for you
at the nunnery at Ebchester.
Huh.
- No!
- Seize her!
No! No! No!
No, I will not!
- No!
- Hold her!
Hold her fast. Stand beside her,
we shall have her married.
You have no right!
I have every right
and you will be quiet.
Elf rids man, stand beside her.
We shall have her married to Aelfric
right now.
- Without a husband, lord?
- I will not marry against my wish!
- You cannot...
- Do not strike the poor girl!
Do as you are told and as God commands!
Beside her, as proxy.
You'll stand in for Lord Aelfric.
We shall dispense with the joining
of hands. You may take her arm.
I will not be party to this.
- I will not many...
- And we shall dispense with the vows.
I hereby proclaim
Lady Gisela of Cumbraland
and Lord Aelfric of Bebbanburg
to be man and wife.
- Gisela!
- Uhtred?
Uhtred, I'm here!
Uhtred.
- You will let her go.
- You are too late.
- You will let her go!
- She is married now.
- She belongs to Aelfric.
- It is a lie, Uhtred.
Where is Aelfric? If he's not here,
then he cannot be married.
By Proxy, you fool.
This man stood beside her
in place of Aelfric.
Uhtred, in the eyes of God,
she is married.
- Did you hump her for Aelfric?
- He did not.
Then there's no marriage, it's a lie.
She is married and it cannot be undone.
- Make her a widow.
- No!
Gisela is married to Aelfric,
not to Aidan.
I have a wife already.
A different wife.
Uhtred, I'm bored with this.
Kill them all.
Do as you wish.
In sight of God she's married.
Say she's married again.
She's married.
- Ah.
- She's what?
She is married.
Uhtred!
- Is she married?
- Yes!
He is a man of God!
Say it one more time, priest,
and I swear the devil will take you.
You're nothing but a heathen
and the bitch is married!
You!
You will go to my uncle,
and when he asks of his wife,
you will tell him she's in the bed
of Uhtred of Bebbanburg.
I trust you are in health.
I improve with each passing day.
- And you, lord?
- God afflicts me.
But there is purpose in that,
so I must be glad of it.
Earl Ragnar, he is a good man.
I should like to free both him
and Brida.
Thank you, lord,
- for all you have done.
- What do you think of my candles?
I find them to be more effective
at night.
I have missed your childish insolence.
I'm trying to measure
the passing of time.
I'm hoping to find a candle that burns
from midday to midday.
Lord, why did you have me rescued?
- Why have you brought me here?
- I had you rescued
firstly because I was able and secondly
because it is no more than you deserved.
Though I admit, I...
would like you in my service once again.
I am grateful, of course,
but I have my own path to follow.
- Destiny.
- Destiny, lord.
You killed the Abbot Eadred.
According to the words of Brother Trew
and others.
- He was a weasel, lord.
- A weasel without a sword,
- a holy weasel.
- Who deserved to die.
You killed him on blessed ground.
He was an abbot.
However, you were
in the company of Earl Ragnar,
in the charge of Earl Ragnar,
who was under my orders
and whom I hold responsible
for the killing of Abbot Eadred.
- No. No, lord, it was me and me alone.
- Why did he not stop you?
You cannot blame Ragnar
for the abbot's death.
- Yes, I can and I do.
- That is unfair.
- He will stand trial.
- No.
You are a great warrior, Uhtred.
You are a Saxon
who is also a Dane.
The very embodiment
of the England that must emerge.
I request that you enter my service.
Lord, I have been a slave.
I wish to remain a free man.
What is it that you wish
for Earl Ragnar?
Lord, please.
A man of God was slaughtered.
That cannot be ignored.
Someone must answer. It will be you
or it will be Earl Ragnar.
You may choose.
Your sword, Uhtred.
You can be a free man within my service.
- Ragnar goes free?
- He has earned it.
Swear.
- I, Uhtred of Beb...
- It is the custom to kneel.
I, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, pledge my sword
to you, Alfred of Wessex.
I released the slave Guthred
and saw him crowned King of Cumbraland.
I fell in love with his sister
while commanding his troops.
I wish to be seen as Sigefrid's equal.
I ask that you offer your sister
in marriage.
He behaves as if he were king!
To defeat Kjartan the Cruel,
an alliance was formed
with the brothers Erik and Sigefrid.
Kjartan's land will become your land.
To peace.
But Guthred's counselors
saw me as a threat
and wanted Christian men in the army.
He believes himself
to be above each one of us.
And so a secret bargain was made
with my uncle.
Two hundred spears. In return
I shall require the head of Osbert.
What are you doing?
Guthred showed clemency,
but still betrayed me.
You will become a slave, Uhtred.
And Halig with you.
King Alfred freed
my brother Ragnar to rescue me.
But he was too late.
You belong to me now.
Destiny is all.
Pull, you bastards!
Yah!
Pull!
We need to fly! Pull!
It's like looking out of a grave.
That will not be our fate,
I swear to you.
D'you think these bastards
will bother digging a hole for ya?
We are destined to be tossed overboard,
with the rest of the shite.
I'll tell you, Finan,
it would be my own bad luck
if I got tossed overboard alive.
I can't swim.
Never give up, Halig.
- Shut your mouth back there!
- Never give in.
You don't speak, slave!
You pull!
Yes, man! We pull!
- Pull!
- And...
Pull! Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
One day, Osbert, I will kill
that bastard and savor it.
Two hundred spears as promised.
A man of his word.
It would seem.
We can lay siege to Dunholm
as early as tomorrow.
The unified armies of Guthred, Aelfric,
the two brothers, we march on Dunholm.
We show Kjartan our numbers.
We stand fast.
We starve Kjartan of water, food,
life itself.
How did he die?
- Who?
- Uhtred, lord.
His name is Osbert.
Did he shit his britches?
Did he beg for mercy? I want to know.
Uhtred would never beg.
- Your queen?
- No.
- She has a free tongue, Lord Aelfric.
- She will say nothing more.
Well, I wish to see it.
My nephew's head. Where is it?
Where it has always been.
On his shoulders.
Rest assured that Uhtred
is as good as dead.
As good as "dead"?
Then he is still alive?
For the siege of Dunholm,
we agreed 200 spears for his head.
- That was the bargain.
- Lord, he is a ship's slave.
In reality Osbert's been given a fate
far, far worse than death.
You must understand,
Uhtred saved my life.
He was my friend.
- Your friend?
- Yes.
Lord, I swear,
you shall never hear from him again.
Perhaps I should make an ally
of Kjartan once again.
Maybe he will succeed
where you have so willfully failed.
All I required was a single,
lifeless head.
Lord, may I suggest that you rest?
Aidan, how many days
have we been marching?
- Six days, lord.
- And you should rest.
Six days for no reward!
Lord, rest, eat, drink,
there must be something we can do
or offer to make this right.
Lord Aelfric,
you will have gathered by now
that my brother is part fool.
You should have
nothing more to do with him.
My sister has humor and a tongue!
We leave tomorrow.
- Lord, I beg you...
- My business here is over!
Goodbye, Lord Aelfric,
so nice to meet you.
Enjoy the long walk home
to Bebbanburg.
Guthred, by saving Uhtred...
what you now have
is a chaos of your own making.
Chaos.
If Aelfric is not with us
then the ground has shifted.
We'll take no part
in the siege of Dunholm.
Erik, we must!
We have an agreement, we have plans.
That will no longer involve
the brothers.
No Dunholm means
we must again fight for our wealth.
Sigefrid, we do have a peace!
We do have a peace!
Lord, we are in need of an ally.
You must offer your sister.
The horses are ready?
They are, lady.
Sihtric, I choose you
because you are loyal to Lord Uhtred.
Always, lady.
You will give this note to Hild
when she returns. She will return.
How long will you be gone, lady?
All I know is that I cannot stay.
We are Wessex, of course,
and to our north lies Mercia,
our allies.
Mm-hm, and to the east?
Danelaw. Above is Northumbria
and Cumbraland,
where Pagans rule and threaten
our Christian brothers.
And beyond the great wall
is a kingdom they call Alba,
where it is cold and wild.
Good. And what do we call everything
south of the wall?
That will one day be England.
Aethelflaed, it would cost a great deal
of both blood and silver
to conquer these lands,
even more to hold the ground.
And so alliances must be forged,
unions made.
- I am to be married?
- Once a suitable match has been made.
I am ready to do my duty.
There is a beauty to a burning village.
It's like you said. Chaos.
I wish to be known as Sigefrid...
Lord of Chaos.
Come.
Sister Hild and company,
what is your purpose?
We're here on the orders
of Alfred of Wessex.
- I want to see King Guthred.
- You are a Dane.
I am Earl Ragnar Ragnarson.
This is the warrior Steapa,
Alfred's man.
Alfred sends greeting to King Guthred.
And Guthred's sister,
Lady Gisela, is she here?
I would like to see her.
She is not. She did abandon the city.
Where to?
I have yet to find out,
but I shall find out.
You are his brother.
Uhtred's brother.
It is Guthred.
I am, lord.
Alfred sent you to do what?
To find Uhtred.
He's in Uhtred's debt
and would not see him harmed.
Uhtred is lost.
I'm truly sorry to say that.
My apologies to both you and to Alfred.
There, you've had
a wasted journey.
But rest, please, here, by all means.
You will tell me
the name of the man who took Uhtred.
I... I need to gather my thoughts.
Lord, I wish to know the name
of the slaver! If you are truly sorry,
you will tell me and where to find him!
Uhtred is indeed lost.
Bail, you dogs!
Release our chains! We'll work faster!
Bail out or you'll go down with her!
You want to live? You bail!
I pray God will keep him safe, lady.
Osbert, he will not stop bailing.
Rest.
You will need your strength.
I am happy enough to bail.
Hey!
Oh? Oh, you think you're better
than these men?
They are property, as are you.
You should let go of your pride,
it will be the death of you.
Rest.
Huh.
He's right, you should rest.
We're wasting away, you and I.
We should be saving what's left
of our strength to run.
But to run we'll need skin on our feet
and not rotting flesh.
Then we should bail.
These wretches all tell
the same story, lord.
They flee slaughter at the hands
of the brothers. We must surely be next.
And what do I do?
Do I fight?
Do I now march against the brothers?
It is not my place
to instruct a king in the ways of war.
I am asking for your counsel!
I am without a commander of my guard!
Then I would say we need first
to secure grain enough for the winter
to feed these wretches.
And I would say we need Lord Aelfric
of Bebbanburg now more than ever.
We would appreciate some water,
for ourselves and the horses.
It's yours. There.
- You are JONIS?
- I am.
I've been told that you took a man,
a warrior, from Guthred of Eoferwic.
You sold him as a slave.
I see the faces of so many creatures.
I'm not here to open your belly, JONIS.
Not yet.
I'll pay you.
Here.
You will not feed the slaves!
And you will not bark
like a great fat hound!
You said you will pay?
Yes, I did.
The warrior slave,
called himself Osbert.
There was another man, smaller, Saxon.
A sea trader named Sverri
took them both.
Where is Sverri now?
Wherever the sea
and promise of silver takes him.
Life at the oar is hard and short.
Sverri will return, I'm sure.
Refresh his crew.
When?
Autumn and winter will pass,
but come spring,
the first full moon after Sigr Blot,
we will gather for business
at the beach.
Sverri will be there, I swear.
And between that time he sails where?
His ships plough
the roughest sea, he could be any place.
- You tell us nothing.
- I tell you what I know to be true.
All you can do is watch the beaches
and wait.
You Saxon dogs!
- Move it now!
- It's East Anglia.
It could well be Frankia.
Drink water.
- I need land.
- Yes.
Lord, I need land. I need to get out.
- I need land!
- Halig!
- Back at your place!
- He is back at his place!
Tell them who you are,
tell them you have silver!
- You will be quiet!
- He is sick with the fever!
We will hold him!
I said we will hold him!
Worthless slaves.
- I can't.
- Halig, Halig...
- I can't stay on this ship!
- Halig!
You are a warrior.
You followed me into battle at Ethandun.
You fought bravely! Halig!
You saved me from Kjartan's spies
in Cumbraland. Remember that?
I did.
You did.
We are warriors.
And our time will come.
Look at me, Halig.
You have followed every order
I've ever given you.
I'm giving you one more.
You will row.
You will pull and you will wait
and our time will come.
And together we shall win.
Together.
Mother, please tell me
he is not here as a suitor.
He is Ceolwulf, the father of Mercia.
He is barely alive.
Lord Ceolwulf,
Wessex is honored to welcome you.
We welcome all of the Ealdormen
of Mercia.
We do not.
May our discussions
prove to be beneficial
and fruitful for both parties.
Swords, Alfred.
I shall make my point clear
from the outset.
We demand swords
and the men to carry them.
To help stem the wave upon wave
of raiders, lord, from the Daneland.
Forgive my interruption.
Mercia lost many a warrior at Ethandun,
and willingly.
I expect repayment.
I hear you, Ceolwulf.
I consider our lands to be one...
No, we are not one,
we are Mercia and you are Wessex.
Refreshment?
Swords.
I will not be silenced.
Lord Ceolwulf, perhaps a seat?
It has been a long journey.
It has.
For a purpose.
I understand completely
that at times the East of Mercia
is overrun with Viking raiders.
We suffer the same fate
along our northern border.
What of your warrior Uhtred?
He is a leader of men. Dispatch him
to our border with Daneland.
Uhtred and 50 men I will accept.
Uhtred was last seen in Northumbria,
lord, the place of his birth.
Northumbria?
You can send men to the far north
but not to your neighbor?
Lord Ceolwulf,
the solution to our problem,
I feel, is a bond.
The solution is swords and men.
A permanent bond
between Wessex and Mercia.
- A union, lord.
- Swords!
How many times do I need to say it?!
How many times
am Ito be ignored?
Lord Ceolwulf, you have read my letters?
Lord Ceolwulf?
Yes, of course I have read your letters.
You're looking for a buck.
A match, lord.
And I have a name for you right here.
In a letter of my own.
A good man, a godly man.
Mercian stock, like the lady Aelswith.
But what guarantee do I have
that Mercia will not become
a mere appendage of Wessex,
a poor cousin?
- We are a kingdom.
- Lord, your first concern should be
that you do not become an appendage
to Daneland.
And who was it
agreed to this thing called Daneland?!
It was you.
It was Alfred!
And now it is Mercia that suffers most.
- Swords you demand, lord.
- I do.
- And swords you shall have.
- How many?
Wessex could never turn away
from Mercia.
It would be akin to Alfred turning away
from Aelswith.
It could never occur,
Lord Ceolwulf, never.
What is this?
Each time I talk of swords and spears
and yet you insist on speaking of unions
and oi...
A cup of water for Lord Ceolwulf?
A cup of water?
I think perhaps a hole in the ground.
He has passed, lord.
Our, um...
our deepest sympathies
are with all of you.
Be assured that I
and the priests of Wessex
shall pray for Lord Ceolwulf's soul.
I pray eternal light
will shine upon him.
We shall adjourn.
Which one of you is Aethelred?
I am Aethelred, lady.
Aethelred, if you could ensure
that Ceolwulf is returned to his family,
- I would be grateful.
- Yes, lord, of course, lord.
Master Sverri and your friend Hakka
have good news.
We're finished now until the spring.
Winter will be on land.
Iceland.
Where there's work to be done.
Be ready.
Hear that, Halig, land.
I love land.
So,
in place of the head of Osbert
you offer me a bride,
by your own admission,
you have misplaced.
But we will find her, lord, and soon.
You will find her when?
Before I finish my food?
Before the end of winter?
Lord, we have eyes across Northumbria
and Cumbraland and we have prayer.
She will have gone to Cumbraland.
- I... I know my sister.
- Ah, but I do not.
I know she must be very fond of me,
to hide herself away like this.
Lord, she would not be
the first reluctant bride.
True.
It is also a truth that she was
very fond of your nephew.
I have a duty to tell you,
there was talk of marriage.
She remains fond of Osbert?
Oh, I would imagine that
he is the reason she is in hiding.
Then I shall have her.
You will?
There are, however, conditions.
Not one spear shall belong to Eoferwic
until Gisela is delivered
and is my wife.
Aidan shall return with you.
You will treat him well,
you will feed him well,
for the entire winter,
should that be necessary.
I do not eat too much.
Finally, you will deliver a message
from me to Kjartan.
- Kjartan?
- Saying what?
Saying how my nephew may be found
and therefore killed.
Why bark
when there are hounds available?
Are we agreed?
Yes.
We are agreed.
I think we might be getting fed, lord.
Call him Osbert.
More than you deserve. Be grateful.
Lord, your gift of warriors,
they have served Mercia well
this past winter.
- The raids are not so frequent now.
- It gladdens me to hear it.
You have done well, Aethelred.
Thank you, lord.
Now, I believe
there is other business. Odda?
Yes, lord.
The bride price.
Well, We...
I have considered
what would be appropriate.
I propose to gift the lady Aethelflaed
3,000 pieces.
Four thousand
would perhaps be more fitting?
Lord Aethelred, she is the King's
daughter, she is not without means.
Silver, though valuable,
does not represent what she will become,
a lady of Mercia.
Perhaps you have a gift
with more... permanency?
Ancestry.
We would, of course,
bequeath Aethelflaed titled lands,
rich lands, in Mercia,
to further the union.
A fair price I feel. Excellent.
Excellent, lord.
To permanency.
Quick! Hide yourself!
How may I serve you,
Sven Kjartenssen?
You will not waste my time,
we will not speak of silver.
We will talk of a man
you know as Osbert.
Halig...
Do not move.
I said... do not move.
Bastards!
Don't just stand there looking idle.
He has the weight of an ox!
We must divide, go separate ways.
Come this way, follow me.
Halig, keep going.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Look! A boat!
Blessed Jesus, there's a bastard boat!
Halig.
- Get in the boat!
- Lord, leave me here!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull, lord!
You are alive only because I am
curious to know who you are
and if you'll fetch a good price.
Pull!
Pull and save him the pain!
Pull!
Pull and give him the peace of death!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
JONIS!
I'm looking for JONIS,
the slaver. Is he here?
- Who has seen him?
- You will deal with me today.
- You know who I am?
- I do, lord.
You have something that I want,
Master Sverri.
Yes, lord.
Uhtred Ragnarson. Is that you?
Is it?
What do you call this man?
He calls himself Osbert, but I heard
another slave call him lord.
It is him.
Oh.
I have waited for this moment.
Give him a sword.
A sword.
Sven?
Yes.
It is me, Sven the one-eye.
Pick it up.
Pick it up!
He... He's too weak.
I will kill you.
Uhtred, I am pleased that you will try.
He is too weak!
I will be forever the man
who killed the great warrior Uhtred.
Uhtred!
Uhtred!
Uhtred? It's me, it's Ragnar.
Ragnar...
Did you believe we would abandon you?
Free them all.
Pull.
Halig.
He's been taken down,
wrapped and buried
with shield and sword.
You will say words for him, Hild?
I have.
I will, always.
Northumbria is torn.
Aelfric did not come to Guthred's side.
Erik and Sigefrid and Kjartan,
they do what they please.
You haven't asked how I come to be here.
Alfred.
Alfred sent us.
I believe the King of Wessex
cares for you.
You're Uhtred's brother?
I am!
You look nothing like each other.
Uhtred, you should eat.
Finan.
Oh, we will eat, lady,
but our tummies are small.
And our feet have
barely touched dry land.
It'll take a little time to find them.
Are you his brother?
We are...
We are bound, I would say.
Up. You've been asleep
for a day or more.
I can do it.
Take off your clothes.
You've not looked me in the eye,
not once.
I am ashamed of what I became.
You are Uhtred, son of Uhtred.
Lord of Bebbanburg.
It's time you remembered that.
You kept the blade sharp.
I knew you'd return.
She's heavier than I remember.
How did Alfred come to know of my fate?
You?
I will not forget.
You will always have my protection.
I could not ask for more.
And this...
This is my gift to you.
Protection.
You are too good a woman for God alone.
Uhtred, it is you.
The apples are beginning to fall
without...
- Shh.
- Picking.
Here we are, Brothers,
God's gift.
Thank you, Mother, most generous.
You have been to Cumbraland, you say?
We have, and without luck.
And you've had no strangers
call unto your door, Mother?
Strangers, yes, traders and wretches,
but no ladies.
Hmm.
You have an appetite, lord.
Mmm, I do.
It's good.
I'm pleased.
Alfred waits.
For your return.
We have business here, Steapa,
in the north.
I gave my word. We go to Wessex.
But we're here, now.
I gave my word we go directly to Wessex.
Kjartan can wait, and Thyra must wait.
And Gisela?
What of her?
She's safe.
She waits for you
at the nunnery at Ebchester.
Huh.
- No!
- Seize her!
No! No! No!
No, I will not!
- No!
- Hold her!
Hold her fast. Stand beside her,
we shall have her married.
You have no right!
I have every right
and you will be quiet.
Elf rids man, stand beside her.
We shall have her married to Aelfric
right now.
- Without a husband, lord?
- I will not marry against my wish!
- You cannot...
- Do not strike the poor girl!
Do as you are told and as God commands!
Beside her, as proxy.
You'll stand in for Lord Aelfric.
We shall dispense with the joining
of hands. You may take her arm.
I will not be party to this.
- I will not many...
- And we shall dispense with the vows.
I hereby proclaim
Lady Gisela of Cumbraland
and Lord Aelfric of Bebbanburg
to be man and wife.
- Gisela!
- Uhtred?
Uhtred, I'm here!
Uhtred.
- You will let her go.
- You are too late.
- You will let her go!
- She is married now.
- She belongs to Aelfric.
- It is a lie, Uhtred.
Where is Aelfric? If he's not here,
then he cannot be married.
By Proxy, you fool.
This man stood beside her
in place of Aelfric.
Uhtred, in the eyes of God,
she is married.
- Did you hump her for Aelfric?
- He did not.
Then there's no marriage, it's a lie.
She is married and it cannot be undone.
- Make her a widow.
- No!
Gisela is married to Aelfric,
not to Aidan.
I have a wife already.
A different wife.
Uhtred, I'm bored with this.
Kill them all.
Do as you wish.
In sight of God she's married.
Say she's married again.
She's married.
- Ah.
- She's what?
She is married.
Uhtred!
- Is she married?
- Yes!
He is a man of God!
Say it one more time, priest,
and I swear the devil will take you.
You're nothing but a heathen
and the bitch is married!
You!
You will go to my uncle,
and when he asks of his wife,
you will tell him she's in the bed
of Uhtred of Bebbanburg.
I trust you are in health.
I improve with each passing day.
- And you, lord?
- God afflicts me.
But there is purpose in that,
so I must be glad of it.
Earl Ragnar, he is a good man.
I should like to free both him
and Brida.
Thank you, lord,
- for all you have done.
- What do you think of my candles?
I find them to be more effective
at night.
I have missed your childish insolence.
I'm trying to measure
the passing of time.
I'm hoping to find a candle that burns
from midday to midday.
Lord, why did you have me rescued?
- Why have you brought me here?
- I had you rescued
firstly because I was able and secondly
because it is no more than you deserved.
Though I admit, I...
would like you in my service once again.
I am grateful, of course,
but I have my own path to follow.
- Destiny.
- Destiny, lord.
You killed the Abbot Eadred.
According to the words of Brother Trew
and others.
- He was a weasel, lord.
- A weasel without a sword,
- a holy weasel.
- Who deserved to die.
You killed him on blessed ground.
He was an abbot.
However, you were
in the company of Earl Ragnar,
in the charge of Earl Ragnar,
who was under my orders
and whom I hold responsible
for the killing of Abbot Eadred.
- No. No, lord, it was me and me alone.
- Why did he not stop you?
You cannot blame Ragnar
for the abbot's death.
- Yes, I can and I do.
- That is unfair.
- He will stand trial.
- No.
You are a great warrior, Uhtred.
You are a Saxon
who is also a Dane.
The very embodiment
of the England that must emerge.
I request that you enter my service.
Lord, I have been a slave.
I wish to remain a free man.
What is it that you wish
for Earl Ragnar?
Lord, please.
A man of God was slaughtered.
That cannot be ignored.
Someone must answer. It will be you
or it will be Earl Ragnar.
You may choose.
Your sword, Uhtred.
You can be a free man within my service.
- Ragnar goes free?
- He has earned it.
Swear.
- I, Uhtred of Beb...
- It is the custom to kneel.
I, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, pledge my sword
to you, Alfred of Wessex.