Ecbert, my martyr king.
Hear my prayer.
Let the wrath of God fall upon these heathens who desecrate the holy places of our land.
Let them suffer at our hands.
Let us rejoice in their ruin
and drive them back into the sea from whence they came.
Lord,
unto Thee do I lift up my soul.
Do not be afraid.
Let not mine enemies triumph over me.
Christ is here.
The king is dead.
By God's grace
Long live the king.
My Lord Bishop-
Bishop Heahmund.
I've heard many reports of your prowess with arms.
Your reputation as a religious scholar and as a warrior goes before you.
I swear I will make these pagans pay for their cruelty.
The Bible also tells us to show no mercy to unbelievers.
Against these devils and pagans
we-
are the wrath of God.
I had a vision.
I saw all the dead bodies of the wicked lying in the street of the great city-
and all those dead bodies
were of pagan northmen.
Why are the rats above ground?
Do you know who I am?
Of course,
Protect your king!
You are Ivar,
son of Ragnar Lothbrok.
And many there are
who fear you.
But not you?
No.
I fear no man.
No matter how wicked,
Heathen!
Christian.
Why don't you just kill him?
Why do you offer me this choice?
'Cause I am jealous of you.
Because he is,
a great warrior.
I would like to be like you,
Heahmund,
strong.
I want to believe,
in you.
And whole, a great warrior.
That is why I saved you.
Save him.
That is why I want you to fight alongside me.
Queen Lagertha,-
I am the one, Ivar.
-my sword, is at your service.
You can believe in me.
Now,
and forever.
We'll see.
Maybe you can help me think of a strategy.
You would trust me to do that?
Even though I don't care which side wins.
Ah, but you want to win.
I see that.
I will fight for you.
I think he will fight with us!
I would die,
for you.
Heahmund!
I fight for Him
wherever-
and for whomever,
He chooses.
Let every soul, be subject to a higher power!
For there is no power
but that of God!
I have no intention of dying.
Not today.
Not yet.
I'm not ready.
Amen.
I am a priest.
But I am also a man.
I love God,
I also love life.
And what is it about life that you love so much?
Its joy.
Its pain.
I have spent many years of my life, living sinfully.
Please forgive me-
I cannot give you up.
Punish me!
You are an incredible woman, Lagertha.
But God
must have meant for us to meet.
The Lord knows my struggles.
I'm trying to do the right thing.
I struggle, with the Devil in the desert as our Lord did.
For us.
But at least my struggles are spiritual.
I, am Sherborne's true Bishop.
Not you!
And for Wessex.
Even now,
The forces of Satan are gathering to strike.
And it's why you're here
to help me fight against the Devil.
I thank the Lord God
that you are here beside me.
That we may live
or die together.
Are you not afraid that, for this love your God will forsake you?
The Lord came to me last night.
He showed me a vision-
a vision of Hell.
I was afraid..
He told me that I must renounce my sinful ways once and for all.
Or I would never-
see His Divine face.
Oh, my God, I trust in Thee.
Let me not be ashamed.
Let not mine enemies triumph over me.
Lead me in that truth,
for Thou art the God of my salvation.
To battle!
Fight for your king!
For Christ!
Fight for your God!
For Wessex!
And for England!
The great warrior Heahmund,
staunch defender of our faith.
I think you always loved your Lord, your God more-
I'm not afraid to die for my faith.
-than you ever loved me.
LAGERTHA!
To Bishop Heahmund
scourge of the Vikings
and man of God.
-I don't think you ever did
-love me.
LAGERTHA!
Alas,
We have suffered the most
grievous
loss
of this great and noble man.
Bishop Heahmund,
he rests at peace now with God.
We mourn his passing but we know that he is gone to a far better place.
God bless you, Bishop Heahmund.
God bless you.
No one else will ever be fit to carry his sword,
which will be buried with him.
God bless and keep him.
And God bless Wessex for which he died.