Ragnar: What do you see? Bjorn: Power, the power of a king. Ragnar: Power is always dangerous. It attracts the worst and corrupts the best. I never asked for power. Power is only given to those who are prepared to lower themselves to pick it up.
Floki: This is your fault Ragnar. Torstein has died fighting for a hill he did not want to own. For something which meant nothing to him. He has died a pointless death. How many more of us must die for your Christians? Or have you, in your heart, already renounced our Gods and turned to the Christ God? Is that what your friend Athelstan has persuaded you to do? Here we are, under an English sky burying our dead. Those we have sacrificed for Jesus Christ. Ragnar: We're all fated to die on a certain day, yes? But it is our own choice to do as we please until that day comes. I did not force Torstein, or any of you to come for that matter. You all chose to be here. My heart is as heavy for Torstein as anyone's, but I am sure that I will bump into him again soon. And in the meantime Floki, shut your face.