(WAVES RUSHING)
LORD UHTRED: Boy! (HORSE NEIGHING)
The tide is on the turn.
I'm not warning you again!
OSBERT: Ships! There!
Danes...
The devil's turds.
- Are they traders? - No!
They come as Vikings!
- We go! (HORSES NEIGHING)
(PANTING)
LORD UHTRED: Go! Go!
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(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
LORD UHTRED: Where's my son?
Uhtred, take half a dozen men and ride to the river.
There are pagans there, you watch them,
- see how many they are. - Course, Father.
Do nothing more, you understand?
- Yes, Father. - Osbert, what is it?
- Ships. I saw them first from the beach. - What ships?
Danes! There heading for the river.
(GASPS) Oh, God and his saints preserve us, they have no soul.
GLENNA: We must pray. - We must act.
Uhtred. Do not fight them, not a single one.
- And be back by nightfall. - Yes, Father.
They are sent by God to punish us, for our sins.
Our sins be damned,
they are here to support the Viking army in Eoferwic.
- Aelfric! - You must instruct the priest to pray for our deliverance.
- Aelfric! - Lord?
Get them inside.
We take in as many women and elders as we can.
The rest go to higher ground and out of sight.
Send word to rouse the country. I want every man inside this fortress.
And every man must be prepared to die.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: Port side ready to row.
MAN 2: Port side ready to row.
MAN 1: Starboard side ready to row.
MAN 2: Starboard side ready to row. (OARSMEN GRUNTING)
(OARSMEN GRUNTING)
Father.
(OARSMEN GRUNTING) MAN 1: Let's go.
Taste.
Ah, fresh sweet water.
Yes. What else do you see?
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I see a clear river, with fish as big as a man's leg.
I see a forest alive with meat.
But more than that I see a place to grow fat and old.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Horses.
Yeah, and I see spies, shitting themselves.
ALL: Yeah!
(MEN YELLING)
We'll meet sword with sword!
You're pagans! We have the greater god on our side.
Kjartan. I think we should teach this boy a lesson.
KJARTAN: Taking her in.
At speed!
(OARSMEN GRUNTING IN UNISON)
(BABY WAILING) (PEOPLE SHOUTING)
LORD UHTRED: Why do I leave the villages unprotected and bring the men inside?
Is that your question?
A village can be rebuilt,
a warrior can die only once.
The Danes are maybe heading south to Eoferwic,
but they will kill whoever they can on the way.
Now, go find the priest.
Yes, Father.
BEOCCA: Come in, Osbert, don't skulk in the shadows.
OSBERT: He, er, wants to know if you're ready.
Almost.
Do you know what I am tasked with?
Erm, a letter?
A response to a letter, this letter. From King Aella,
asking your father for his support, his army,
to help recapture the city of Eoferwic.
This is why it's important for you to be able to read and write.
Father can't read nor write.
Yeah, well, for your father it's too late.
King Aella could have sent a man on horseback.
Yeah, but who's to say the man on horseback speaks the truth?
Or has remembered the true message?
What these letters will represent is history, facts...
Your father is informing King Aella, and King Osbert,
he will be alongside their armies at Eoferwic.
And the mark of Bebbanburg will guarantee the truth of it.
Why do we fight for Eoferwic?
Well, we fight for Eoferwic because we do not wish to see England,
piece by piece, become Daneland.
(OSBERT CHUCKLES)
I heard it said that we were pagans once,
that Woden and Odin are the same.
We saw the error of our ways and we looked to Rome.
I heard the pagans had fierce gods of war.
Well, we are right and they are mistaken.
Osbert, we are blessed.
I should make you swear on St Cuthbert's comb
never to mention the likes of Woden again.
But what if I had a hound called Woden?
What if I didn't, what would you do then?
- You have not. - What would you do then?
What if you had a pig called Thor?
Come, let's go see your father. Come.
OSBERT: (CHUCKLES) A pig called Thor.
Is it really St Cuthbert's comb?
Of course it's St Cuthbert's comb, and his holy hair lies in the teeth of that comb.
Where was your father last?
He was humping the servant girl.
- That is a lie, Osbert. - No.
Are you never gonna tire of teasing?
Nope.
(HORN SOUNDS) MAN: Horsemen approaching!
He rides Uhtred's horse.
(OSBERT BREATHING HEAVILY) - Osbert.
No. No!
(THUD)
Bury what's left of him.
Osbert. Come on.
Remind me of the last words I spoke to him.
You told him to watch and do not fight, we have no idea of the circumstance...
- Do not fight means do not fight. - He was young.
LORD UHTRED: There was no fight to be had until Eoferwic.
BEOCCA: You wanted to see Osbert, My Lord.
You...
You are now called Uhtred. Uhtred, son of Uhtred.
You have your stone, the amber?
Yes, Father.
The priest will show you your history, the parchments.
Make him understand who he is.
BEOCCA: Lord, I, I should like to baptise him again.
Well, if he arrives at Heaven's gate as Uhtred,
they may wonder what's happened to Osbert.
Do what you must, but do as I ask.
BEOCCA: Lord.
We were kings here once, boy.
Kings of all the land between the Rivers Tuede and Tine.
And we should be kings again.
Yes we should, but it doesn't matter what they call us,
so long as they obey.
Our ancestors took this land,
and it has been strengthened with our blood and bone.
And now you are the new heir of Bebbanburg, do you hear me?
And you will die for it if needed.
Yes, Father.
And I will give you the head of the man who killed Uhtred.
No, you are Uhtred!
Have you not been listening to me?
Do not tell me what it is you will do, you are just a pup!
You will give me nothing, you will watch and you will learn!
Put him in the water before his mother's tongue gives me grief.
She's not my mother.
Will you take him with you to battle to watch and learn?
- He's old enough. - I need you to choose 30 men
and remain here at Bebbanburg. Protect the boy, he is the heir.
Thirty will hold and is few enough to feed. Will you do this for me?
I'd rather be with you at Eoferwic,
- but I'll do as you ask. - Thank you.
GLENNA: Come on quickly, up there, go on.
BEOCCA: Hurry, please. (BELLS TOLLING)
(SHIVERING)
Heavenly Father, receive your servant
Uhtred into the Holy Kind of Saints
and into the ranks of the most bright angels.
Let your holy waters cleanse him
and make and him worthy of your blessing,
make him your instrument and your rod.
Let him realise the significance of the written word
so he may learn of your glory
- and in turn may spread your word. (WATER BUBBLING)
- Beo... - Let him grow in wisdom
and in respect.
- Beo... - So he may lead in a Godly manner.
Beocca, he's cleansed.
Amen. (OSBERT GASPING)
Uhtred, son of Uhtred of Bebbanburg,
welcome to the Christian world.
(PEOPLE CHEERING) Behold your people and your lands.
Where are the people? The soldiers?
On the road to Eoferwic, led by your father,
where he will join the other two kings of Northumbria.
(STAMMERS) Without me?
You are to remain at Bebbanburg with your kindly uncle.
I am sworn to keep you safe. Should you wish to fight
- we can always arm-wrestle. - Where's the priest?
With your father. Eat.
You have work to do, Uhtred, in the stables.
Thankfully, we've been left horses.
AELFRIC: You should eat. UHTRED: I'm not hungry.
We have work to do, horse shit to shovel.
Come and find me when you've finished.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Scallion...
If my brother falls in battle,
the boy must fall.
(MEN CHATTERING).
(DOG BARKING)
All this way and no reception party.
- Earl Ragnar. - Guthrum.
- How are you? - I'm fine, I'm hungry.
- And your boy? - He's coming.
UBBA: Ragnar. - Ubba, I brought men and horses.
Good to see you. Are you well?
(MEN LAUGHING)
You made a gift of his own son's head?
How did this lord react?
He did nothing.
He brought his warriors into the fortress, kept them inside.
It was not cowardice.
Restraint.
He's saving his men.
That man is Uhtred.
One of the three kings of Northumbria. A warrior king.
The other two are fools, they'd rather be here fighting each other.
- This is true? - King Aella and King Osbert,
they, er, both lay claim to Eoferwic.
They have the strangest of names.
(CHUCKLES) So, when do we fight?
Soon, I hope.
I'm still to decide.
Fools or not, they have three armies,
- they have numbers. EARL RAGNAR: But are divided.
Three kings, but only one who can lead them, this Uhtred.
And we kill him and Northumbria is ours,
all of it. (LAUGHTER)
Listen to him, listen to the boy, he reminds me of me.
Yeah, when you were younger.
Of course when I was younger. He's just a boy.
- Just saying. EARL RAGNAR: Ubba.
UBBA: Did you say I was old?
- Storri... I'm not getting old. STORRI: No.
Ubba, I have seen the land outside the city.
I have a plan in mind, a good plan.
And my son would like to wet his sword with you.
So do we fight?
Storri?
The signs are good.
Only this morning I saw a raven fly towards the Saxon camp
and he was asking me to follow, I'm sure of it.
UBBA: Mmm.
Then we fight. (MEN CHEERING)
(HORSES NEIGHING)
OSBERT: What kind of hell is this?
It's a pagan's hell.
We out number them.
No, there are more, there must be...
Nothing changes, we attack with half our number,
the second half to follow once we have the measure of them.
They have conceded to higher ground.
AELLA: Kingaler, yours and Lord Uhtred's army will attack in the first wave.
AELLA: Prepare! Prepare!
(HORN BLOWS) LORD UHTRED: Shield!
No. No, not without me.
Come nightfall, we'll be rid of this plague!
And counting our share of the plunder!
(SOLDIERS CHEERING)
AELLA: My shield.
(ALL MURMURING SOFTLY)
Kill them all! (SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(THUD) (GROANING AND GRUNTING)
AELLA: The wall is holding.
LORD UHTRED: Go! Hands below your shield and drive!
Drive on!
Ease.
SAXON MAN: Ease! (GRUNTING)
SAXON MAN: Ease!
Ease!
LORD UHTRED: Push. Keep pushing! It's working!
LORD UHTRED: Drive them! (SCREAMING)
BEOCCA: They're tiring, they can't fight back.
We're winning, look! We're winning...
Not yet!
Dear God, no.
AELLA: Shield!
Wall!
Dear God of infinite mercy, not this.
RAGNAR: Kill them all!
(SCREAMING) (GROANING)
LORD UHTRED: Legs! Legs! Protect your legs!
Lift up your sword and spare these men of England who fight in your name.
Let the heathen's hearts crumble and wither.
Restore your power upon these men of England,
so they can glorify your name with the blood of the devils.
Have mercy now, Lord.
Do not forsake us, do not forsake England.
LORD UHTRED: Follow me! Follow me!
RAGNAR: Take him!
(GRUNTING) (HORSE NEIGHING)
(PANTING)
EARL RAGNAR: Close the sealed wall, close the wall and take him!
(SOBBING) No!
(UHTRED SCREAMING)
(UHTRED GRUNTING)
He's like a wasp.
(PANTING AND GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
EARL RAGNAR: The wasp has lost its sting. RAGNAR: Yeah.
(UHTRED GRUNTING)
RAGNAR: Are you sure he's a Saxon? He fights like a Dane.
EARL RAGNAR: Yeah. (UHTRED GROANING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING) (SLAPPING)
(GRUNTING)
(GIRL SCREAMING)
EARL RAGNAR: Leave her.
She is to live.
Some of these young ones can come in useful.
Father, there's the boy I spoke of.
RAVN: The one who almost killed you?
You're leaving him with me?
I've never seen a man get the better of you yet.
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
Cut me some chicken.
Careful, the blade is sharp.
It can kill a man.
The chicken is on your platter.
RAVN: Hmm. - Have you always been blind?
Oh, I see enough.
So who have they been killing below?
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
UHTRED: Prisoners.
Just now, a king.
Did he die well?
No.
Then he shouldn't have been king. (PEOPLE CHEERING)
Tell me,
who sits in the middle of the hall?
Is it a big man and a small man?
Yes and a grey man sits in between them.
If you get to live, you should beware of the big man, Ubba.
My advice for you is
to never cross Ubba
and never, never fight him.
If I get to live?
He listens to no one but the gods.
Men who take their orders
from the gods are unpredictable. (WOMAN SCREAMS)
What did you mean,
when you said if I get to live?
You're my prisoner.
The grey man will be Egbert,
he's a Saxon ealdorman.
He has pledged allegiance
and now he calls himself king.
He is king of nothing.
Soon, all of the kings in England shall be kings of nothing.
Northumbria's ours. Mercia will soon by ours.
Then East Anglia, Cornwallum,
and then the greatest prize
is the last Kingdom,
- Wessex. - I've heard of Wessex.
Anything will grow in Wessex.
(THUDDING) (PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
Tell me your name.
Uhtred.
I am the Ealdorman of Bebbanburg.
You are?
I am, I own lands to the north.
How long have you been an ealdorman of these lands?
Your father chose to fight us.
And is now... Dead.
He, he... He was not fond of me.
(SNIFFLES)
I now understand why my son spared you,
Uhtred of Bebbanburg.
You are a warrior.
Have some ale.
Drink it,
lots of it.
VIKING: Here, take it up there.
(METAL CLANGING)
(GROANS) I'm thinking of keeping them both,
the boy and the girl, they can help your mother.
- Disagree? - No.
But we did kill his father.
And if he is an ealdorman, we could sell him for a ransom.
Perhaps.
SIGRID: Brida, be careful not to spill the water,
you'll turn the floor to mud.
Uhtred, wood needs to be chopped.
Brida, you can do the goats.
THYRA: Will there be time for Uhtred to play?
Only when work is done.
I don't like our daughter having to play with the slaves.
They're only children.
They have a place.
SIGRID: Grumpy.
YOUNG RAGNAR: My horse. - Hey, Ragnar Ragnarson.
YOUNG RAGNAR: Hey, Uhtred of wherever.
How about you teach me how to use a sword?
YOUNG RAGNAR: We don't teach slaves how to fight.
That tongue of yours will be your death, boy.
Now, get back to work.
What does the play involve?
We built a hall in the gorge.
I'm the mistress and Uhtred is a warrior.
Not a servant?
(CHUCKLES) It is a game.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
BRIDA: A wolf! Uhtred.
UHTRED: That's it, a wolf.
BRIDA: Boar! Watch out!
UHTRED: I saw it, its sharp teeth and yellow eyes.
THYRA: Don't let the wolves get to me, Uhtred.
- Use the fire to keep them away. - I see them.
They are as big as Ubba and smell worse.
(HOOTING)
Did you see that?
(TWIG SNAPS)
Uhtred?
Stay up there.
(GASPS) Look.
THYRA: Uhtred, what is happening?
Stay up there, Thyra.
It's Sven, he won't hurt you.
BRIDA: But he'll kill us.
(BOYS YELLING)
BRIDA: He'll kill us! Run!
That was a real sword.
I saw it. (PANTING)
- (THYRA SCREAMING) Uhtred! Uhtred! - UHTRED: Thyra!
(THYRA SOBBING)
(SCREAMING)
YOUNG RAGNAR: What's this?
You been fighting again?
UHTRED: Yes.
With Sven?
Kjartan's son?
UHTRED: Yes.
- Uhtred, he's much bigger than you. - He's a turd.
SIGRID: Why do you say that? RAVN: Who started it?
Who began the fight?
UHTRED: I began the fight.
For no other reason than that he's a turd?
Danes have murdered for less.
Uhtred, that's enough.
- Do you want to be sold, boy? - I wish to eat.
- Speak up! - I wish to eat.
You want to eat?
You know what?
I say you starve.
Fighting is expected, disobedience is not. (SLAPS UHTRED)
(UHTRED GRUNTS) Sven began the fight.
EARL RAGNAR: Kjartan!
Kjartan!
Earl Ragnar, let me first say, he's a, he's a good boy.
He brought this sword onto my land. I will have words with him.
In time he'll serve on your ship. (STAMMERING) He... He...
- He has offended me. - He will honour you
- and he meant no harm, Lord. - He meant no harm?
He looked at my daughter's nakedness.
And he was punished. Your Saxon slave cut him.
Shall I make a square of branches?
(SHOUTS) Are you gonna fight me for your son or fetch him?
Sven.
Come out here.
- Tell him what you have to say. - I'm sorry.
- He can't hear you. - I'm sorry, Lord.
For what I did.
You laid hands on my daughter.
You stripped her naked.
- Half naked, Lord. - He is at an age, Lord.
Is this true? Half naked?
Yes, Lord.
Then I shall only take his one eye.
KJARTAN: No, no, please. (SVEN GROANS)
EARL RAGNAR: Kjartan, you are banished from my land.
(SVEN GROANING)
(SVEN SCREAMING)
(SVEN SOBBING)
I have something for you.
What is it?
An amulet, Thor's hammer.
Ah, but, er...
But what?
You're Christian.
Take it.
- I can't. - Don't you want it?
I, I do want it.
- Take it. - I'm trying.
- Take it. YOUNG RAGNAR: I don't think he wants it.
I, I do want it.
YOUNG RAGNAR: (CHUCKLES) No, I don't think so.
Thank you.
Tell me about Denmark.
Your home.
What can I say about Denmark?
It's wet.
And harsh.
Er, the ground is so flat
and sandy, you can't grow a fart. (CHUCKLES)
Which is why we're here in England,
to grow, and why
Young Ragnar will soon be going for Ireland.
You leave to fight?
To make my wealth.
If you want land or silver, you have to take it.
You made me
proud today,
Uhtred.
You made me proud.
AELFRIC: I don't know you, you don't have the appearance of a messenger.
And Ubba's payment's not yet due.
No, Lord, I was a ship's master.
Ah, well I have no ships, I need no ship's master.
I have news that you will want to hear.
- Well? - I would want something in return, Lord.
(SCOFFS) Not now, not quite.
But perhaps we could continue to help each other.
Perhaps.
Two days south of here.
This little rat with the man I used to serve,
until he banished me.
He has a slave,
treats him well.
But this is a slave you are entitled to buy back if you wish to.
Buy back?
It's your nephew Uhtred, Lord.
He lives.
What if I'm against being ransomed?
Your family has discovered that you're still alive
and they wish for you to be returned,
but they must pay.
Pay Ragnar?
Ubba takes more than half.
It's normal.
But I have no family.
MAN: Keep them over there, tether the horses...
Scallion, here.
Uhtred.
They treating you well?
I am fed, yes.
Good, good. That is all we ask.
And what is this around your neck, some symbol?
Oh this. They make me wear it.
May I see it?
Look, I will speak plainly, your uncle will kill you.
Right, you cannot go back to Bebbanburg, you must escape.
He wants to be the ealdorman.
He wants to be the king, in fact, like the pathetic Egbert over there.
A puppet king for his Danish masters.
You should go to Wessex.
King Aethelred, real King Aethelred and his brother the Prince Alfred,
they're good men, good Christian men.
EARL RAGNAR: That is enough whispering in his ear, priest.
- Uhtred. - One more word
and I'll have your ball-bag for a purse.
I'll meet you there.
That will not be necessary.
What did he say?
He... He asked if you were treating me well.
AELFRIC: How much? RAVN: 300.
AELFRIC: That is a ridiculous amount.
How can a boy be worth 300 pieces of silver?
Because I say so,
because he is a lord, an ealdorman.
He is a boy. I am the Ealdorman of Bebbanburg.
I carry the seal and the banner.
That seal is my father's, which is now mine!
You will be silent.
You are for sale, nothing more.
For ransom, Lord.
- That's is what I said. - My Lords...
I have given up land, horses.
I've offered a generous supply of food as well as my sword.
All I ask in return is a fair price for my only nephew.
RAVN: What would you say is a fair price?
AELFRIC: I will offer 100 pieces of silver.
RAVN: 200.
My allegiance and 100 pieces is surely a fair price.
It is not.
I will give 120 pieces of silver for the boy.
RAVN: (LAUGHS) Not enough.
Very well, 200 pieces.
I agree to your terms.
(EARL RAGNAR WHISPERS)
- The boy's sold to Earl Ragnar. - What?
- Ransomed, Lord. - That's what I said.
So the matter is closed.
My Lords, I have come a long way.
I have offered my allegiance.
Which is why you are allowed to breathe.
If you have an argument, it's with me now.
If business is done, we have ale to drink.
UBBA: And King Uhtred needs to sit. (LAUGHS)
UHTRED: Am I not for ransom anymore?
EARL RAGNAR: You heard Ubba, I bought you.
I thought I might sacrifice you to Odin.
You bought me for how much?
- Too much. - How much is too much?
My sword's weight in silver.
I agree, I may have been robbed,
but we like you, boy. We're going to keep you.
Does this mean I'm a Dane?
It means you're Uhtred Ragnarson.
You're a son to me now.
SIGRID: Brida, not that way. Take the goat out the side.
Next time, I promise.
- Mother, look. - It's beautiful, it really is.
I can't believe I'm losing you already.
I will be living across the field.
And if he does not treat you well,
you just come marching back across that field.
UHTRED: Oh, look at this place.
Uhtred, do you like my wedding necklace?
I do, very pretty.
RAVN: He doesn't know anything about necklaces,
you might as well ask me.
Uhtred, with me. You can help me slaughter the goats.
I've only just washed.
EARL RAGNAR: (LAUGHS) The goats will be pleased.
Later you can sweep the floor.
(LAUGHTER)
Move over.
It's an excuse to talk, that's all.
With Thyra to be married, maybe it's time you got together with Brida.
There are men, good men, asking about her.
So you have to decide what you are to her, what you are to each other.
- Brida has her own mind. - She has.
But I see the way she looks at you.
She's watching the charcoal tonight in the woods.
Take my horse and join her.
The earth will be warm.
(LAUGHS)
Why not?
I just thought in order to be a real Dane, I had to marry a Dane.
(SIGHS) Come on.
I love you like I love Young Ragnar.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(HORSE GRUNTING)
What are you doing here?
(GROANING)
Do you ever think of your English life?
Who you were before we came to Ragnar?
No.
Do you?
- I think of who I... - Shh.
BRIDA: (WHISPERING) Voices.
MAN: (WHISPERING) Come on.
Men, below...
MAN: Come on, that way.
Danes. Who are they?
MAN: This way. - That's Kjartan.
Remember him?
And that must be Sven.
This is wrong. We need to tell Ragnar.
They are between us and hall.
Then we go up and around, we leave the horses and run.
KJARTAN: (WHISPERS) In front of the door. That's it.
(DOG BARKS)
RAVN: Ragnar, smoke!
Fire! Thyra, wake up!
Odin, wake up!
EARL RAGNAR: Fire! (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Come on. Come on!
SIGRID: This way, Ravn. Come, come quickly.
(COUGHING)
SIGRID: The door is blocked!
EARL RAGNAR: So is this one!
Be ready.
(SCREAMING)
VIKING 1: This one's open, this one's open! Come on, follow me, this way!
VIKING 2: This way. Take the children.
(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)
UHTRED: Don't go up there, wait for me!
SIGRID: Come, come.
Ragnar.
Close the doors. We have Thyra, let the rest burn.
Take her with you to Valhalla.
- Yes. - I will meet you there.
(EARL RAGNAR SCREAMS)
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
Find the silver.
KJARTAN: Now!
They're searching for Ragnar's wealth.
- They'll never find it. MAN: Search in the back.
KJARTAN: Come on, we're leaving soon.
SVEN: You thought I'd left you to marry someone else.
But do you know
what I will do with this body?
This mouth?
(THYRA SPITS)
I will do all I have dreamt of.
And more.
And who will call a halt?
(WHIMPERS)
Earl Ragnar, the Fearless, is gone,
and with him Uhtred,
his Saxon pet,
a pile of ashes.
Anything.
BRIDA: (WHISPERS) Get down.
UHTRED: Look at that man, the Saxon.
His name's Scallion. He works with my uncle.
He'll tell him that I'm dead.
Let him do it.
I see him with Kjartan.
KJARTAN: Burn it to the ground.
He and your uncle, maybe there in it together.
What makes them believe they can do this without punishment?
(SHUSHING)
They will be punished, but not by you.
Uhtred, listen to me, we serve Ragnar best alive,
we tell the story.
- I need to kill someone. - No.
And I choose him.
Uhtred, no.
Come on!
VIKING 1: The barn's over there.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(LAUGHTER)
KJARTAN: The main thing is to keep the horses together, yes.
Don't leave any weapons behind.
Who goes and who will look in the back rooms,
don't leave anything in there, just bring it all out.
(BREATHES SHARPLY)
(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)
DIGGER: Over here!
KJARTAN: Right, come on.
(MUFFLED GROAN)
(PANTING)
You know who I am, it's me you're looking for,
it's me your looking for, you remember me?
- You remember me? (GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
There's no more.
We're going. Come on!
Bring the horses.
(STIFLED GROAN) (SOBBING)
(GROANING)
By right, it belongs to Young Ragnar.
BRIDA: Yes.
But we spend what we need to spend, we stay alive.
We tell the story and then what?
We find a new lord to serve.
I will not stand by and have everything that's mine taken from me.
I'm going back.
Where?
To the beginning.
(HORN BLOWS)
AELFRIC: Is it Scallion? RAMPART WATCHMAN: No, My Lord.
He looks like a Dane.
Could be one of Kjartan's men.
I am Uhtred of Bebbanburg and I shall take what is mine!
Bebbanburg's mine!
Horses!
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