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Katheryn Winnick as Lagertha (History)
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Part way through “Promised,” a Viking feast roars on in Ragnar’s great hall, but the king isn’t there. For the second episode in a row, Ragnar’s off with now-freed slave girl Yidu, sampling her mysterious medicines with abandon and, even with new, very untrustworthy ally Harald taking in all that Ragnar has (and Harald covets) in the presence of his family, Ragnar and Yidu peep over a a neighboring roof like teenagers playing hooky. Staring up at the stars, they talk like it, too, the king and the slave girl sharing their biggest, darkest secrets—Yidu is the kidnapped daughter of the Chinese emperor, Ragnar is haunted most of all by the slaughtered settlers he left behind in England. (“I live with such guilt because of it. And nobody knows.”) Meanwhile, Harald plots, Aslaug—turning spoiled, crippled Ivar over to seething, unstable Floki for instruction—plots, and Rollo plots on how to repel his brother’s inevitable return to Paris.

Clive Standen as Rollo (History)

“Promise” takes its cue from Ragnar, allowing the players to scheme and rest for what’s coming. Over in Wessex, Ecbert does his signature cagey manipulating, pledging support to Kwenthrith and Aelle in their plan to retake Mercia—and making his relationship with Judith that much more open, giving his mistress (and his son’s wife) his late wife’s ring. In Paris, Rollo works with Count Odo to fortify the rivers with traps to keep the Viking ships from overrunning the city once again while Emperor Charles worries over Odo’s loyalty. In Hedeby, Kalf and Erlendur continue to plot—this time counting on Torvi to rat out Bjorn’s actions, all while Kalf prepares to wed Bjorn’s mother Lagertha and delights in the news that she’s carrying his child. In Kattegat, Alsaug coddles Ivar as her hope for future rule, allowing Floki—whose initial hints of madness (hear that unsettling little giggle when he tells Harald of killing “Ragnar’s pet Christian,” Athelstan) have returned—to train the boy in true Viking ways. Bjorn talks tough with Harald and seethes in fury when Torvi tells him that it was Erlendur’s ring he took off the tracker he killed last week. And Ragnar hangs out in his secret clubhouse with Yidu, downing her potions, teasing out her story while dropping hints of his own, and finally making love to this enigmatic stranger (or at least, in an extended bathtub scene, engaging in some languorous knife, foot, and finger play—plus hair-washing.)

Dianne Doan as Yidu, Travis Fimmel as Rganar (History)

And then, in the last ten minutes, Vikings shows that all that momentary peace is an illusion, as two shocking acts of violence send the show hurtling forward on its inevitably bloody path. The first act is horrifying, as little Ivar, teased in a game of keep-away by the able-bodied kids surrounding him, snatches up a hatchet from inside his cart and kills one of the children with a single blow to the head. The children (and Ivar) scream at what he’s done, and even Floki freezes in shock and terror, before Aslaug scoops the shrieking Ivar up and hurries him off, soothing, “Do not be afraid. It’s not your fault. Everything is all right. Everything will be all right.”

Ben Robson as Kalf, Katheryn Winnick as Lagertha (History)

In the final scene, Lagertha, welcoming the beaming Kalf into the bridal tent where she and her shieldmaidens have been happily making her up for her wedding ceremony, embraces and kisses her groom, then calmly guts him with the knife concealed in the sleeve of her wedding dress. She holds her hand to the wound, kisses him again without a word, and watches him die at her feet. When she takes her place at the altar, her white dress stained with Kalf’s blood, her shieldmaidens, shields and swords at the ready, surround her and demand her people hail her as Earl Ingstad, the title Kalf took from her.

Earl Ingstad

It’s a triumphant moment (not the least for those of us who’ve been waiting for Lagertha to dispatch this creep since the first time we laid eyes on him), with Katheryn Winnick finally allowed to reclaim her position as one of the show’s most formidable characters just as Lagertha does the same in her earldom. Laying in wait, biding her time, taking some enjoyment in Kalf’s bed even as she prepared for this (literal) crowing moment of awesome. She’d seemed sidelined this season, but Winnick’s unreadable face here reminds us—you just do not fuck with Lagertha.

Peter Franzen as Harald (History)

As for her ex-husband, it’s likely that’s what he’s doing too, as he—lips and teeth stained red, presumably from Yidu’s drugs—desultorily hurls throwing knives at a hanging shield, ignoring Harald and his newly-arrived, gung-ho brother Halfdan as they try to engage him in talk of the coming Paris invasion. When not lounging on rooftops or in hot tubs with Yidu, he makes time to prepare one of his ships and banter with Bjorn about fatherhood, and husband-hood, only flashing a touch of his usual fire when Bjorn accuses him of having left him just as Bjorn has taken Torvi away from her child. “If you remember, your mother left me. You left me,” Ragnar snaps, before sinking back with a conciliatory, “It is not easy being a father. It is even harder being a husband. Maybe I have failed at both. No—I have definitely failed at being a husband.” (Travis Fimmel sells that last line with a mischievous twinkle.) But, if Raganr is working his traditional long con on everyone or not, his words to Yidu on that rooftop sound awfully sincere. “I feel so old. When I was young I had the passion to win. But now with age and all that comes with it I have lost the desire. And the strength.”


With everyone gathering up for the bloody actions to come, Ragnar, whether he feels this weariness or is only putting on an act, hasn’t got much time before he’ll be put in the position of having to summon his strength again.

Stray observations

  • Peter Franzen continues to be an unsettlingly weaselly presence as Harald, here approaching Bjorn with talk of fame and ambition, echoing Ragnar’s lessons to his son from last season, but in reverse. “What are we here for except to achieve fame? Just like your father.” Bjorn—affecting a hardened demeanor since his return from the wilderness, counters, “You don’t know me. And fame won’t make your small kingdom any bigger.”
  • More Bjorn tough talk. “I will never give you any cause to kill me.” “That’s not for you to say. I may find cause where others do not. Who knows?”
  • Both in styling and in demeanor, Lothaire Bluteau’s Emperor Charles continues to remind me of no one so much as the cowardly crybaby Prince John in Disney’s animated Robin Hood. Here, as Roland brings forth Therese to corroborate his accusation that Count Odo is planning to overthrow him, Charles whimpers, stammers, and occasionally cowers behind his throne.
  • Also, Therese is apparently Roland’s sister? Which makes their post-whipping half-naked cuddle sessions even creepier. (It sure looked like they were lovers, which either means he’s lying about their relationship, or it’s yet another European nobleman who can’t keep his hands off a family member.) As with Gisla’s cooing entreaty for Rollo to kill Odo once Ragnar arrives (“Only a coward kills a man by stabbing him in the back.” “That is what a Viking would say, but you’re no longer a Viking”), and Ecbert’s continuing dalliance with daughter-in-law Judith over in Wessex, you can always count on Vikings to portray the non-Viking kingdoms as hotbeds of dishonor and incest.
  • Erlendur’s improved the Frankish crossbows, complete with cool bird skull sight, but, with Kalf dead and Bjorn wised up to his machinations, we might be rid of that little creep soon as well.
  • If we needed further proof of Kalf’s worthlessness, look how easily he switches from blithe acceptance of Erlendur’s plan to kill his own child if Torvi doesn’t spy for them immediately to smiling happiness as he greets Lagertha’s news of their coming baby.
  • Morgane Polanski continues to have fun as the newly-contented Gisla, here dallying in her nightie and licking food off her fingers while kittenishly teasing the still-abed Rollo.
  • Similarly, I’m liking this newly-liberated Judith, Jennie Jacques tonight brushing off Judith’s disapproving father Aelle’s guilt trip with a saucy, “I will always listen to you father, but also to my own conscience, and weigh such things in the balance if it please you.”
  • Still think Michael Hirst’s investment in the Wessex melodrama far outweighs his audience’s, but Linus Roach is outstanding tonight, both in the scene where he gives Judith the ring and in his soliloquy to God in an empty church. Prostrating himself, he rises, apologetic but defiant, telling God he knows he’s likely damned, but that, “I would sup with the devil if he would help me achieve my earthly goals.”
  • And that’s a solid burn he lays on Kwenthrith. “Why would you doubt me?” “I doubt you for one reason only. That you and I are somewhat alike.” “Then do not judge yourself too harshly.”
  • There’s yet another new, as-yet-unseen player in Wessex named Wigston. Or, as Kwenthrith warns, “No one should ever trust Wigston!”

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