“It was my father’s dream,” Ubbe says and there’s argue hint of pride in his voice and perhaps a sadness that he rarely addresses. He takes her hand and gives it a firm shake. It’s not quite the greeting he’s used to but he’s become accustomed to it. “It is strange to hear that but we must have left a legacy then.”

“I am Ubbe, son of Ragnar Lothbrok.”

In his time, it meant he was quite well known and much is expected of him.