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.
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.
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]
There’s no justice here. Only the church.
You will never be rid of me. Accept it. Accept me.[to Uhtred]
Wessex allows its warriors to kill each other and spends too much time on its knees.
To Uhtred, the true Lord of Bebbanburg. A man I have never understood, but without whom I would not die a king.
Revenge will not bring you peace, only death.[to Uhtred]
Men won’t follow a woman for long. They’re too stupid.
I will not stand by and have everything that’s mine taken from me.
