Vikings

Previously on Vikings...

But I don't see Knut. Where is he?

I killed him. He tried to rape my wife.

Arrest him!

My Lord! For your wife Siggy, would have you not done the same?

Ragnar Lothbrok can give you nothing.

I, on the other hand, can give you a great deal.

This is my daughter, Thyri.

She is soon to get married,

and I must think very carefully about her future husband.

Ragnar Lothbrok killed my brother.

We have proof. We have a witness to the killing.

What Ragnar Lothbrok has sworn is true.

So unfortunately, you cannot punish him.

Ragnar Lothbrok?

I am unarmed.

Does he desire to be Earl?

He searches for your death.

Consults the gods.

I know what he's doing. He's preparing himself.

May the gods protect him. Always.

Thank you, my Lord.

I hope your boy brings you profit.

That's the last one, My Lord.

Thank you.

May I ask you something?

Am I still your slave?

Does it matter?

It matters because I have noticed that in your world,

slaves are often treated worse than dogs.

Do I treat you like a dog?

That's not my point.

Legally you could beat me to death,

and there would be no penalty.

Everyone else in your world is subject to the law.

That's just the way it is.

A man can rape his female slave but not a free woman.

It is true that we distinguish

between those captured in battle,

and our own free men and women.

In any case, why do you say "your world"?

You live here now,

this is your world.

And I've never seen you try to escape.

I am less and less interested in escaping now.

Even if I could.

But I would like to be a free man.

If it matters so much to you.

It does.

What are you preparing for?

What do you mean?

I've watched you.

You are about to do something.

You have made yourself very strong.

Perhaps not strong enough.

What do the gods say?

What do you know about our gods, priest?

Finish the fish.

In silence.

Let the man who thinks that he has descended from the gods,

learn that he is human after all.

We're under attack. Gyda.

Bjorn. Get Bjorn.

Take this. Stay back.

Athelstan.

Take this.

What shall we do?

Should we run?

No, we stay.

Your father will be back.

But there are too many of them.

Stay strong. Be ready.

Burn everything!

He's in the house, my Lord!

Father!

You're hurt.

We have to go now.

What's happening?

Father, please tell me.

You have to get to the boat.

- Are you coming? - Go.

Quickly, Gyda! Come on, boy.

Father, I won't go without you.

Boy, don't argue!

Father, I don't want to go without you.

Ragnar Lothbrok!

I'm right behind you. Now go.

Go on, quick. Go, boy, go.

Ragnar Lothbrok! Show yourself!

Show yourself!

There's one!

Come on. Come on.

Help! Help!

Do you accept that you are a criminal?

That you are worthy only of defeat,

worthy only of death?

I accept my fate.

Let me speak with my god.

Get down!

Hurry!

Odin,

Lord of Lords,

Father,

help me.

After him.

Burn the house!

- Bring him back alive. - Yes, Lord.

There!

There he is.

Where is he?

Can you see him?

Where is Father? He's there somewhere.

Where are they?

Father!

Is he dead?

He's dead, isn't he? He's dead!

Is he dead?

I don't know, Lord.

- Seize his boat. - Yes, Lord.

He's a criminal.

He's not entitled to property.

And if you come across his family,

bring them here, so we can talk to them.

Yes, Lord Haraldson.

You let him escape. I will not forget that.

Floki!

Floki!

Floki!

Who are you?

I must speak with Floki. Is he here?

Bjorn?

My father is dying.

Helga, get the bark of the ash,

and the garlic and the sage.

Get the sage.

We make a paste to put on the wounds.

But first, we must clean them.

And the only way to make them clean is with fire.

Bjorn, get more logs back there.

A knife...

We must bid welcome to our guest.

Guest? You didn't tell me to expect a guest!

This is Earl Bjarni.

He is a Swede.

This is my wife, Siggy,

and my daughter, Thyri.

You are welcome, my Lord.

Thank you. It was a very hard crossing, I must say.

You're right.

She's very pretty, my Lord Haraldson.

Come, feast with us.

Sit over here.

So that you may get to know each other a little bit better.

Forgive me,

but why would they get to know each other better?

Because they are being married.

- But he's... - It's arranged.

May I?

You will have no regrets, my dear child.

I will make you a good husband,

and you will provide me with many sons,

of that I am quite certain.

The celebration shall be later this year,

when I shall return, laden with gifts.

In the meantime,

please accept this as a token of my affection.

Here, let me.

What do you say, Thyri?

Thank you, my Lord.

You are very kind.

Give that to me.

I dedicate this blade to the goddess.

To Freyr.

Wisdom might you give us, Freyr,

and healing hands while we live.

Hail to the Aesir.

Please, Freyr, heal my father.

For everything there is a season,

and a time for every matter under the sun.

A time to be born, and a time to die.

A time to plant, and to pluck up what is planted.

A time to kill, and a time to heal.

Mary, mother of God, listen to me.

Do not let this man die.

How could you?

It's an excellent match.

He's a powerful man,

and he's the cousin of King Horik.

He's old and he's ugly!

You don't judge a man by the way he looks.

- We've struck a good deal. - Oh!

He'll give us 20 pounds of silver for her.

Don't you care for her happiness?

I care for her security and her future.

And ours.

This marriage will bring us land

and important alliances.

The gods must have seen that we need them.

You told me nothing of this marriage.

You have treated me with utter contempt.