God created everything that surrounds me, the fields, rivers, the forests. The land is my church.
Fear can be expelled with knowledge.
Whatever I discover about my enemies is written down.
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.
There’s no justice here. Only the church.
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]
Call me Uhtred. Or, from time to time, you may wish to call me Arseling.
Your path is the path I choose for you, Uhtred Ragnarson. And your spirit is mine to torment.
You will never be rid of me. Accept it. Accept me.[to Uhtred]
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.
The promises you have made will stand. Blood feuds last a lifetime. What you do, arseling, is you keep living each day until the last.
