Character: Hilda

Goodbye, pure and Holy abbess.
Good - bye, you bloody heathen.

- No place for me. I'm not a spouse, not Uhtred Koceski, not Uhtred of bebbanburg, Uhtred is not Ragnarson. I'm not even a criminal.
- I would say that you each of these people. The offender exactly the rules you disobey. You follow what you believe and that's fine.

- Hilda? You were dearer to me with a sword.
My sword became too heavy for me.
- You can kill someone.

Alfred is a good man.
Good, but you got to admit you once wanted to be in his company? Do you ever remember a joke to share it with Alfred? Someone once sat with him by the fire, making the king of riddles? We ever sang together?

- What is fiction?
- Fiction is the embellishment of your life.

If you try to relive the past, in the end it appears in a distorted form.