Vikings

Previously, on Vikings...

If I ask you to kill Bjorn, you will have to do it.

Otherwise I will kill your son.

I still don't understand why you are willing to risk your baby's life.

Who are you to talk?

I'm not your wife.

I have broken my life for your sake!

Do not try to possess me.

Where are you going?

I have decided to send my grandson on a pilgrimage to Rome

to meet His Holiness, the Pope.

Give me some of that medicine.

There's nothing left.

The defeat of Ragnar Lothbrok will resound down the ages.

As long as my brother is still alive, he is not defeated.

What is the point of making camp here?

We are going to lift the boats up the cliff,

carry them across the mountains,

and then simply slide them back into the river.

One, two! Pull!

Heave!

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Heave!

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Heave!

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Look over there!

Can't find anyone!

Take the pony!

Eggs?

Come on!

There are women here.

Let's go.

Stay here.

Shh.

Oh, Holy Man!

- I have nothing! - Please help me!

Anything!

Anything, please.

Please, anything.

Oh, please!

Good boy.

- Come, come! - Thank you, no.

Alfred!

English?

Come over here, English!

- I'm a good girl. Clean. - Alfred! No!

- Please, look! Look! - No!

Alfred! Stay with me!

The finger bone of St. Augustine.

- Believe me. - Yes.

Please.

And please, look, sir, sir...

No, no! Go away!

A splinter from the true cross.

-You buy! It change your life. And cheap! -Alfred!

Welcome.

God bless you all for undertaking the arduous journey here

to meet His Holiness.

Holy Father, let me present to you

Prince Alfred and Prince Aethelwulf of Wessex,

and our old friend, Father Prudentius.

Let me speak first to both of you.

Holy Father.

Holy Father.

Like a good shepherd caring for his sheep,

we care very much for our flock in England.

Like us, you are assailed by pagan armies

who love only destruction and death.

If Christian people do not quickly do penance

for their various vices and crimes,

then a great and crushing disaster will swiftly come upon you.

I fear that is true, Holiness.

We already see what has happened

in England and now in Frankia.

But we look to the future,

to you, Prince Alfred of Wessex.

Step forward, my son.

I have something amazing to show you.

Here in Rome, we have many treasures.

And here is almost the greatest of them.

Do you know what this is?

When our Lord was taken to the place of crucifixion,

what did the pagans make him carry?

His own cross.

And what did they place upon his head?

A crown of thorns.

This is one of the very thorns that cut our Savior's head.

The farmer was a generous man.

Yes, with all his goods and chattels!

We enjoyed their company.

Did you kill them?

Of course we killed them.

They could have ridden off and told the Franks all about us.

You would have done the same.

I'm not blaming you.

Harbard!

Harbard!

Harbard!

It's Lagertha. You had better come...

Both of you.

I lost my child.

I knew that I could never have the child,

no matter what I did.

The Seer told me a long time ago

but I was hoping that I could cheat the fates.

Shh.

It's all right.

Shh.

Shh.

Go away.

Shh.

Just, just go away!

Leave me alone.

Your Highness.

Your Grace. Daughter.

How grateful I am that

we can now announce that you are with child.

The alliance between our peoples,

born of baptism and marriage,

is the only way to safeguard our future.

In the meantime,

what efforts has Your Grace made

to ensure that the pagans have quit our realm?

I have sent boats down river to ascertain the truth of it.

It may well be that my brother will choose to sack and plunder Rouen,

rather than return to his people empty-handed.

But I have already sent word to the lords of that town

to prepare their defenses against such an attack.

Above all men, I know how much I owe both to God,

and to those closest to me, for our delivery from evil.

Now, I would also like to express the same

to Sire Roland.

Though an underling,

I believe you did far more than Count Odo to preserve

and defend our city.

Therefore, I proclaim you in turn, Count Roland,

Defender of Paris.

And may you continue to serve us faithfully as before.

I am honored and humbled.

And ready to sacrifice myself

at any moment for Your Highness's greater glory.

You may all leave,

content in my good graces.

Except for you, Count Roland.

Stay a moment.

I want to ask your permission, Count Roland.

My permission?

But for what?

Why should the Emperor ever have to ask permission?

I want to sleep with your sister.

I desire her to be my mistress.

Have you asked her?

I would like your permission...

...first.

You have it.

Of course, Your Highness.

I am sure she will think of herself as

the most fortunate woman in Paris.

Wait.

There is something else.

Why is my father giving preference to those people?

I don't know.

I don't think you understand the way things work here.

You are too simple.

Simple?

What is simple?

The person who is closest to my father

is the person who has the most power in Frankia.

And it seems as if he has suddenly given power

to a young soldier.

But I am Duke.

I have been given great lands,