Character: King Of Wessex Alfred The Great

- As I, as perhaps many in Wessex, my wife's afraid of it. What will be written in the future. The uncertainty of the future.
- And then, my Lord, will life. It will continue as always.
- But how? Who will rule? What God will praise? What language to speak? Whose law will prevail?
- You have lived your time, the time will soon come others. God... or the gods will decide for themselves.

She's mad because I'm dying. She's not heartless. It was her heart and hurts the most.

- A chronicle of Wessex. It will be noted for my Board. From the moment of the death of my brother up to these days. A kind of song, which is not of uhtred of bebbanburg.
- People will remember my deeds.
- But they die as we all do. And these pages will remain. Noting the act of ink on paper - we make it eternal.
- Until they don't burn.
- They need to keep it, right. When, centuries later, scientists and people will read and reread written, they are Alfred, they know nothing about Lord Utrade. About your loyalty, wisdom, courage, bravery and audacity. Why are you here? <...> That you would tell me, I can still listen to?
- First of all, I would say that wouldn't kill you. Even holding a knife to the throat, I would not take away your life. I would love to beat you, but never would the one who killed Alfred, king of the Saxons.
- If you kill me, you deserve a place on these pages.
- That's a legacy I don't need. I have earned them their place, but each of us is the hero of his songs. My absence is clear.
- There will not be indicated that Uhtred was a mainstay of Alfred. And a lot of times. But I know what it is.
Thank you, my Lord.
- Do you believe that I can take away your life? You are the criminal. Then it will be written that Alfred, even if weak and sick, was able to find the strength to slay the warrior of uhtred of Ragnarson.
- This will not happen.
- I don't have the will?
- We are connected. You can't kill me, just like I can't kill you.

- Near the river there is a gate, right?
- Yes, my Lord, the gate of Lud.
Great. Swim under the cover of night and attack unexpectedly.
- At the gate of Lud river rapid. To land there safely - it is impossible. But if the Lord of Mercia intends suddenly to sink all his warriors to the river - let attacks.

I wish her happiness.
- The purpose of the wedding is not in finding happiness.
- So I was lucky.
- Pray that my wife said as well.
- I think she's too happy, she so rarely sees you.

Fear is in all of us. As and power.

Fear can be eradicated with knowledge.

- I do not need marriage.
- Marriage helps you to grow.
- Grow in breadth?

You all that I love - you, uh, you England, born not of cruelty, but to care.

What is luck, if everyone has a God?
- If God is on your side is luck.

I feel the approach of death, Lord Uhtred. It's like an ambush. I know she's there and can do nothing to avoid it. It will take me and destroy, but I don't want to be with me, she destroyed Wessex.

Country is the history of the country, is a collection of all her stories. We than did our fathers; their victory gave us what we have.

People want to rule the kingdoms, but forget that all crowns have thorns.

We are born to suffer. No hard fate. Is it all predetermined? Foreknowledge is not fate, we are free to choose their way, and at the same time, the fate of claims that we are not free in this. And if fate exists, do we have a choice?