Vikings (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Warrior's Fate - full transcript

King Ecbert visits the developing Viking settlement as the first harvest is sown.

This stranger approached me
in the marketplace.

He's cut his hand badly,
and has asked for our help.

Of course we will help.

Siggy, go and fetch some hot water.

Go with the servants.

Helga, go and get some
strips of cloth for a bandage.

Will you sit by the fire?

Thank you.
You are kind.

- How did you do this?
- I don't know.

I was sleeping rough,

and might have caught it
on a scythe or a plowshare.

What is your name?

My name is Harbard.

What are your names?

I am Queen Aslaug,
wife of King Ragnar Lothbrok.

And this is Siggy, widow of Earl Haraldson.

And this is Helga, wife of
Floki the boat builder.

Oh, I've hear of King Ragnar.

After all, everyone's heard of him.

He's famous everywhere.

You should not be doing this,

Queen Aslaug, for I know who you are too.

Daughter of Sigurd,
who killed the serpent Fafnir.

Don't worry, I am happy to do it.

You said you were sleeping rough.

Why is that?

I will sleep wherever I can lay my head.

I am a wanderer,

and sometimes

people offer me hospitality
and I sleep on a straw bed,

and sometimes I sleep rough
with the cattle for warmth.

It is all one to me.

- Is that true?
- No.

No, I prefer the straw.

But do not think that I offer
nothing in return, hmm?

I tell stories.

Stories about my own travels.

Stories about the gods.
Or both.

As they say, I...
I sing for my supper.

Will you sup with us?

If that is acceptable with everyone.

And to King Ragnar, of course.

Ragnar is not here. He and
the men have gone raiding.

But you are welcome to what food we have,

and to a bed of straw.

You are talking behind my back!

Please do me the honor
of talking to my face.

We meant no disrespect,
sire, but wondered why,

if you're prepared to share our
farming secrets with the pagans,

you do not, in return, ask them to share
their boat-building secrets with us?

And why is it, since we
give them land to farm,

we do not ask them to convert
to the only true God?

Yes, I understand your concerns,
but as things stand, the Northmen,

in the shape of Ragnar Lothbrok,
are currently fighting beside us

to help us gain the throne of Mercia,

that huge kingdom,
for our puppet, Princess Kwenthrith.

Now, who among you would choose not
to turf a few farmers off our land,

rather than gain, through this alliance,
a greater part of England itself?

And besides, who knows how this
settlement will fare in future?

Speak now.

Tell me I've chosen the wrong policy.

That for some reason I am not thinking
of our kingdom and its destiny.

Tell me now, if you dare,

that I do not deserve to be King of Wessex.

Why are we doing this, Ragnar?

Why are we fighting for these Christians?

Doing King Ecbert's dirty work for him.

This is not about you, Floki.

It's about our children,
and their children.

It is about our people's future.

And I do not want there
to be endless conflict

between us and the Christians.

You're mad, Ragnar. Deluded.

There can be no reconciliation
between our gods,

the true gods, and the
God that they worship.

One or the other must prevail.

And the triumph
of the Christ-God

will mean the death and
destruction of all of ours.

If you don't want to fight,
then don't fight.

Both of you, save your breath.

We have a mountain to climb.

Some of us will not see
a dawn like this again.

Not here on Midgard, at any rate.

So let us try and speak well of each other.

And remember how much we
have been through together.

Well said, brother.

Are you finished?

Spare my brother.

Rollo! Rollo!

You poor bastard.
I'll see you later.

If the gods allow.

They will not allow it.
Take me with you.

- I must fight.
- You cannot fight. You are too weak.

What are you talking about?

As you can see, you bastard,

I am perfectly able to fight.
Never been better.

Then what are you waiting for?

So you speak our language now?

I speak more than before.

Not just because of Athelstan,

but because of these men from Wessex,

who have...

Helped us. Who have helped
us with your blessing.

I am gratified and pleased.

As I'm sure King Ragnar
will be pleased, also.

I've brought some of my nobles

to show them the progress
you are making here.

Our people, as much as yours,

will benefit from a good harvest.

And to help you prepare it,
I've brought you something.

It's a new type of plow.

It does not just scratch
the surface of the earth,

but it digs deeper, and because
of the angle of the blade,

it turns the soil over.

Now, we've made some experiments,

and when manure is also dug into
the ripped and open earth,

the crop, and the harvest, increase.

- You will leave us this plow?
- Yes.

See how you get on.

I like to experiment between our cultures.

Plowing, fertilizing, and sowing seed

are the very basis of life.

Indeed they are.

Well, give this plow to your settlers.

Let them see if it works.
Or not.

You and Athelstan are
invited back to my villa,

whenever you choose to come.

For now, I bid you farewell.

I can't see anyone.

They're up there.


I will go first.

Thank you.

What is this?









Protect the Prince!
Gather round!


Raise your shields!




Hold your formation!

Pull! Loose!

It is ended!





What is this place?

It's a Roman bathhouse.

It's beautiful.

It's magnificent.

Who is this woman?

She's a goddess.
A Roman god.

A pagan god.

Like your gods, Lagertha.

She is not like my gods.

My gods

are as real as you and me.

They laugh.
They bleed.

They rush around the skies.

I have been a wanderer for most of my life.

I want to tell you of the time
that I went to Utgard.

You went to Utgard?

Mmm. It was many years ago.

I traveled east until I came
to that band of water

that divides the world
of men from Jotunheim.

I rowed and rowed across

until I reached the shores of Utgard

which lies between
the water and the mountains.

Yes, we have all heard of Utgard.

It is where the giants live.

I walked for many miles
without seeing a soul.

But then, finally,

I reached a huge hall.

Large amounts of giants,

they were all lounging on benches,

and they sneered when they saw me.

One giant, who I took to be the king,

he sat alone in a chair
at the end of the hall.

He asked me if I had any skill.

Hmm. For he would not allow
anyone to stay with him

unless he was a master
of his own craft or pastime.

And what did you tell him?

I told him that I could drink.

And that I doubted whether

anyone in that hall
could drink as much as me.

He asked his cup bearer
to bring his sconce-horn.

He said some men there
took two draughts to empty it,

but nobody was so feeble that
they couldn't drain it in three.

Did you manage?

I took enormous gulps, I really did.
I just... Until I was breathless.

But when I finished,

I saw that the level of the drink

was just a little bit lower
than when I started.

So the king,

he asked me if I wanted to try my hand
at some other type of contest.

I demanded that he let me
wrestle with someone.

- Who did you wrestle?
- She was called Elli.

She was his old

She was a horrible old crone,

who came in hobbling with a stick.

But you overcame her
pretty quickly, I should say.

No, I didn't.

When she threw away her stick,

I hurled myself upon her!

But the moment that I laid hands on her,
I realized

she was strong.

And she caught me in a lock
and threw me off balance.

I clung to her desperately,

Can I have some more ale?

This story is always so difficult to tell.

But after a struggle,
I was forced to one knee...

And so I lost.

Then, what happened to you?

I told the King that he
had put me to shame.

He confessed to using spells to trick me.

He said he could scarcely believe his
eyes when I drank from the horn,

because the other end was in the sea.

He said that when I got back to the ocean,

that I would see how much it
had ebbed with my efforts.

And his old

He said it was a marvel
that I had withstood her for so long,

because Elli is old age.

And even if life is not cut short

by the sword or by illness,

no one can withstand old age in the end.

Well, it seems to me,

it was not you in the Great Hall.

Then who was I?

You were the God Thor.

Only Thor can drain the
seas and fight old age.

You're right.
I was Thor.

The thunder god!

But even so, I was still there.

And I saw it all with my own eyes.

Who is that?

- No one.
- He is your son.

He needs to see me.

Hush, Ivar.

It's all right.

Queen Aslaug...

Listen to me, Ivar.

All the pain is going away, Ivar.

All the pain is going away.

I am taking your pain.

Hush, good boy.

There is no more pain.

No more pain, it's all going away.

Now you're getting very sleepy, Ivar.

Go to sleep.

That's a good boy.

Go to sleep.
Good boy.

Good boy.

How did you do that?

Is this really a bath?

It is very big.

The Romans used their baths
not just to get clean,

but for pleasure.

The would spend time
with each other in such baths

talking about their lives, politics,

who was sleeping with who.


Who will join me?

Let us talk about the Romans.

Most of what they built here
now lies in ruins,

but there is another place.

A great city, which the Romans built,

and it still stands to this day.

It is a city called Paris.

In a land called Frankia.

I visited there with
the emperor Charlemagne.


you will never in your life

see such a place, such a city.

Tell her, Athelstan.

It is true.

I've once visited Paris myself.

It is set upon an island in the middle
of a great river called the Seine.

It has high walls and ramparts
all around it, for many miles.

I remember when I saw
it for the first time.

It was like a dream,
as if it were not real.

A vision.

How far is this city?

It lies on the other side
of a narrow stretch of water.

Many here trade with the Franks,

and we still drink their wine.

What is it?

This is wrong.

It's wrong.

- I'm sorry.
- What for?

You didn't do anything.

And nothing happened.

That's the point.

I wanted something to happen.

I wanted something to
happen between you and me.

Right there in the water. In front of them.
I didn't care.

It was wrong of me.

I'm married. I have a child.
I'm a Christian.

Nothing happened and you've done no wrong.

And the Lord understands
our weaknesses and our trials.

I am tired, Athelstan.

I'm so tired.

Then go and sleep.

And may the Lord, in his mercy,
bless you and keep you, Judith.

Blessed Judith.

This is your fault, Ragnar.

Torstein has died fighting for
a hill he did not want to own.

For something which meant nothing to him.

He has died a pointless death.

How many more of us must die
for your Christians?

Or have you, in your heart,

already renounced our gods
and turned to the Christ-God?

Is that what your friend Athelstan
has persuaded you to do?

But look.
Here we are.

Under an English sky.
Burying our dead.

Those we have sacrificed for Jesus Christ.

We are all fated to die
on a certain day, yes?

But it is our own choice

to do as we please until that day comes.

I did not force Torstein,

or any of you, to come for that matter.

You all chose to be here.

My heart is as heavy
for Torstein as anyone's,

but I am sure that I will
bump into him again soon.

And in the meantime, Floki,

shut your face.

you had better come and see your son.

- Is she still alive?
- Yes.

But her face...

It is my fault.

I didn't protect her.

That is what her shield is for.

We fight.

That is how we win and that is how we die.

- Do you understand?
- But she is with child!

And you let her come?

She will probably die,

with your child in her belly,
and it will be your fault,

because you have the strength of a man,
but the will of a little girl.

I can't believe you're my son.

I can't even look at you!

I do not think she will die.

She wants to live.

She has a lot to live for.

But if she hears you weeping and lamenting,
she will choose to die.

Be strong.
Be a man.

Coax her back from Valhalla.

But make it worth her while,

for she is already at the gates.

You don't have to worry about it.

Ah, Ragnar.
My ally.

Burgred has something to say to you.

I did not mean to fight against you today.

I am young. I was led
by evil counselors.

I beg your forgiveness, King Ragnar.

I forgive you.

Get up, get up.

Let me see.

Come on.

We bring you good news.

Our armies have defeated the Mercians.

Thank God my son, Aethelwulf, is alive.

And also King Ragnar.
And your son.

Then we, too, thank the gods.

You must stay. We are ready
to sow the first crop.

And sacrifice to Freyr
to ensure its success.

We should stay.

And take part.

I agree. We will
stay for the sacrifice.

- My lord!
- I said we will stay.


Help me!

Help me!



Look what I caught!

Look, by all the gods,

look what I caught in my nets.


My son!
My poor son!


They must have drowned, for I can
find no marks on their bodies.

How is this possible?

So far out to sea.

All I know is, my nets were suddenly
heavy, like I'd caught a whale.








My lord, this is sacrilege.

Unless they renounce their
false gods and heathen ways,

we should not allow them
to stay any longer.

What is it you want?

A stranger has come to Kattegat.

His name is Harbard.

It is possible that he is

a magician, or... He has
powers of some kind.

Why do you think that?

Before he arrived, I dreamt of him.

And so did two other women.
All of us, the same dream.

Queen Aslaug cannot comfort her
son Ivar when he is suffering.

But this man, he...

He takes away Ivar's pain,

and the boy goes back to sleep.

If he possesses powers,

then he is putting them to good use.

But are you sure?

Two young boys died today.

- A fisherman caught them in his nets.
- Yes, I know.

Might he not be connected
to the deaths of these boys?

- Why should he be?
- I don't know.

But you would know.

What have the gods told you?

What have you foreseen?

The gods have vouchsafed me
nothing, told me nothing.

They have neither warned me,
nor promised me anything.

And I have foreseen nothing.

But we have foreseen something.

We women, we dreamt that you were...

You were tied up, that you were bleeding,

and you could neither move nor cry out.

That is what we saw.

We saw that

nobody could help us.

It's true.

No one can help you.