Vikings

Previously, on Vikings.

What we need to build is a temple.

Why should we build a temple before our own houses?

- We came here to die. - No!

We will turn this land into somewhere wonderful to live!

You should talk to your father.

He's too busy training my brother

- to be a great warrior. - My son!

If you want war, then let's have war.

I'll pull back a third of our army.

And send Hvitserk to outflank them.

I agree.

Attack!

- They need us! - It's too late!

Retreat!

Who is this?

He's a Saxon priest.

- Save him. - Why?

I don't know why.

His wounds will heal.

You saved my life.

Thank you.

But if I had not spared your life,

you would now be in heaven.

I believe you are a Christian priest?

Isn't that where you would prefer to be?

I am a priest.

But I am also a man.

I love God.

But I also love life.

And what is it about life that you love so much?

Its joy.

Its pain.

And do you love human beings?

Our Lord loved all human beings.

His love was agape,

not eros.

A great, embracing love.

And do you have that same embracing love, priest?

Do you love men and women just the same?

I am not our Lord.

Agape is too hard for me.

I love women.

Not just spiritually.

We have no problems loving the spirit and the flesh.

Our gods encourage it.

Then you have no guilt?

No remorse?

No.

I envy you.

I have spent many years of my life living sinfully.

Why didn't you kill me?

I don't know.

Perhaps we'll find out.

You were too clever for your own good, Ivar.

We had the advantage and we lost.

As I remember, you approved the plan.

Up until that moment,

you proved yourself a good tactician.

I believed in you.

I might not be so quick

to endorse your plans next time.

You do as you see fit, King Harald.

Ivar, Uncle Rollo once told me

on his ship on our way back from the Mediterranean,

he said that if I ever needed his support,

all I had to do was ask.

What do you think?

Come on.

What do you think?

Do you want the Franks to help us?

I think you ought to leave at first light tomorrow.

Yes, come on!

Steady! Here, I have it!

You have to let me through!

That one there!

I have been thinking about Eyvind.

About his behavior.

What about it?

You told him that if he did not like it here,

he could always go back home.

And he said that we had burned all our bridges

and can never return home again.

But that's not true.

He could always sail home.

What really is to stop him?

- Nothing. - No.

No, he has a reason to stay.

Far from wanting to leave this island,

he wants to stay because he wants to be king of it.

He could never be king in Kattegat.

But here, an uninhabited land, a new world...

Harsh or not, he could be king of it all.

But first he has to undermine your authority.

He has to turn people against you.

That's what he's been trying to do.

Can you not see?

I have watched Eyvind from the start,

and the truth is, he is trying to provoke a reaction.

He wants us all to fall into violence and chaos

from which he can rise to power.

But we mustn't give him that satisfaction.

We must remain calm.

What are you thinking?

Are you thinking about our child?

Of course I am.

Then I'm glad.

If we go to war again,

don't tell me I cannot fight.

Don't tell me to go away.

Let me do what I have to do,

what I want to do.

I want our child to hear the cries of battle.

I want him to be a warrior.

You should be so happy.

But you're not. You're not happy.

We just lost a battle.

So many died.

Do you really think I should be happy?

Pull!

Good. Pull!

Hold there!

Hey, Bul!

Come and help us! Thor is heavy!

We don't want anything to do with your temple, Thorgrim.

It's your business.

And we won't be paying any taxes for it, either.

The way you talk,

you don't sound like a bull.

You sound like a dog.

So that's what I'm going to call you.

Bul the Dog.

Say that again.

Do yourself a favor, Bul.

Step back.

Say it again.

Bul the Dog!

Bul, stop!

- Hey! Stop it! - Stop him!

- Get him off! - No!

- Stop it! - Get him off!

- Ketill, let him go. - Father!

Father, stop.

Stop it!

Put your weapons down.

Come away, Bul.

The boy has learned his lesson.

Come away, Bul!

You are sure they were Frankish soldiers?

Yes, I'm sure.

And there are a lot of them.

There are so many.

Many, too many to count.

Why would Rollo send soldiers to fight

for Hvitserk and Ivar?

I don't know.

Maybe he is there.

Maybe I could go talk to him.

- I'll go with you. - No.

Ivar would kill you.

I'll go alone.

Maybe we can negotiate some sort of agreement.

Perhaps King Harald and Rollo will see sense.

I wouldn't count on it.

They are in a position of strength now.

Where is Rollo?

Rollo couldn't come.

He had too many responsibilities.

Mmm-hmm.

But he also told me that he would come back

and celebrate with us afterwards.

Mmm-hmm.

He only asked for one thing.

And what was that?

That we spare Bjorn's life.

Perhaps we will.

This temple is dedicated to old-man Thor.

Thor the hurler.

Thor the wide wanderer.

- Odin's son. - Odin's son.

God of farmers.

The god who fished out

and fought the world's serpent.

The god who fought a giant,

and who was left with a piece of stone

forever lodged in his head.

God of the thunder.

God of ordinary folk.

Hear our prayer.

Hear our prayer.

And bless our temple

and receive our sacrifice in your name.

Return the bowl.

This is sacred. Thor is here.

Give me the bowl.

Give me the blood.

All right.

Have it.

No!

Floki, no!