“When Odin’s beloved son died, not only did people weep. But fire wept, and iron, and all the other metals wept. The stones wept, earth wept.”                                                                                         “Farewell, voyager. Farewell, my heart. Farewell, for now.”


We raise a great army. An army bigger than ever before. We call in favors. We do deals with Kings and Earls that we hate. Whatever we have to promise them, we promise. And in the end, we assemble an army twice the size of the army our father took to Paris. And we declare war on England.

No. In the name of our dead father, in the name of Ragnar Lothbrok, the greatest hero of our country, and in the name of Odin, we declare war on the whole world.