What binds a man to his land? What power within allows him to give his life to preserve his land and the lives of the families who work it? It can only be love.
We are one, you and I. From the moment I took your hand on the steps of the great hall of Eoferwic, we were bound as one. You may dislike me, hate me if you wish, despise me at times. But love is immortal. It goes on.[to Brida]
Today is a day for warriors… a day to kill your enemies. A day we make the pagans wish they had never heard of Wessex. Today, we fight for Wessex!
To Uhtred, the true Lord of Bebbanburg. A man I have never understood, but without whom I would not die a king.