The room went quiet when Lagertha’s son Bjorn requested to take Erlendur’s wife. Erlendur immediately flared up, gritting his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing angrily. “What?” He growled, taking a step closer to his wife and stepson Guthram.

Bjorn stared unbothered, stepping away from his mother. “I want her. I want to take her back with me, do you object? Does she not have free will?” He asks blankly, his eyes turning to Erlendur’s wife, admiring her form. Erlendur was enraged, ready to kill.