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INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

Winter. The embers of the fire still glow in the centre of

the floor. We are close again on the baby’s face...as he

sleeps in the crook of Ragnar’s arm.

Ragnar is awake, staring up into the darkness and the play of

shadows across the rafters, a look of profound awe upon his

face.

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

Now everything is in the fierce grip of the deepest winter.

Icy winds blast across the fjord, heaping the water into

wild, foaming waves, and the mountains above are thick with

snow. Even at mid-day the sky is almost dark, like a

perpetual twilight.

But through this dark desolation a solitary FIGURE can be

seen, a black smudge against the snow, wrapped in furs

against the icy winds, struggling towards the hamlet.

INT. HOUSE - DAY

Lagertha plays with her two CHILDREN. Her son BJORN is about

ten and daughter GYDA about eight years old.

Ragnar appears, gestures to her.

RAGNAR:

Come.

Ragnar leads Lagertha into the main room.

RAGNAR (CONT’D)

Here is the man I told you of,

Lagertha.

He indicates the figure standing beside the fire: a tall MAN

of uncertain age, his craggy face heavily lined, his hair and

beard both long and matted, as if his journey has been long

and arduous.

LAGERTHA:

Welcome, stranger, to our house.

The strange man bows a little. Lagertha pours a drink of

sweet, strong mead and hands it to him. The stranger empties

the cup.

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