Character: Ragnar Ragnarson

You're my daughter?
- Yes, sir.
- I thought so. I get pretty daughters and good sons.

I heard Alfred poor man.
- He has never been happy. He pursues God.

I thought you were dead. But then it occurred to me that the gods are still not eager to be in your pathetic company.

- You look older. Older and much uglier.
- So I become more like you.

My father and my father's father, and all my ancestors from time immemorial were Vikings. We sailed across the sea to where he could get rich. And do became rich. We have lived happily without experiencing a lack in ele, silver, and battle. And if I were a king I have to protect what I have from people who will try to take away from me is. As a result of the Viking I will become a shepherd. And I want to be free. I have for too long been held hostage, and I need freedom now. I want to see how the wind blows the sails, and my sword shines in the sun. I do not wish to burden themselves with responsibilities.

- It stinks from you. And anyway, you're the ugly, the hairy, the smelly bastard I have ever seen. I ought to throw you to the crabs, but what a nice crab will not feel to you disgust?
You sent Alfred?
- Yes, but I wouldn't have agreed to look for you if I knew, what a dirty shit you've become. Good to see you, Uhtred, Ragnarson.

- Here all the record. Literally everything! Can you read?
- Able to read and write.
- How many times do you use that?
Never.
- Then why are the monks always something to write?
Just the whole of their religion recorded. And we are not.
- Written religion? What is it like?
Well, Christians have a special book in which are recorded the whole of their religion.
- And why do it?
I do not know. Christians just record it and everything. But of course, they write the laws. Alfred loves to make new laws, and they shall be sure to bring in books.
- If people can't remember the laws, then these laws too much.