Birkebeinerne Page #3

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damn it!

Norway's future is lying there,

and it's your fault

that we're even here.

- My fault?

- Yes, yours.

- My fault?

- Yes.

Ylva said nothing. Nothing.

Do you understand?

Do you know how strong

she must have been?

She fought until the end.

And what did I do?

Skjervald.

(Skjervald grunts)

I must kill him.

You'll have your revenge, Skjervald.

It is your right and your duty.

But it won't help that defenseless

little boy lying there.

This is the only thing

that proves that Hkon

is our new king.

And now I'm giving it to you.

Here.

We will all die, Skjervald.

But our legacy lives on.

There are rumors that King Hkon

is survived by a son.

The rumors are true.

We've done everything in our power to

bring the royal heir here to Nidaros.

But...

as we all know,

the winter can be merciless.

And it saddens me

to have to inform you...

that the boy died in a storm

in the mountains.

The King's son is dead.

It is with great humility

that I have accepted the task

of being Norway's new king.

To secure an heir to the throne,

I will marry King Sverre's daughter,

Kristin.

Together we will ensure

that there is peace in our land.

Those who were once our enemies,

shall become our friends.

Swords shall be laid down,

and disputes with the Church

shall be forever laid to rest.

You will see a new Norway.

(cooing)

Torstein, Torstein.

The storm has calmed.

Take Hkon.

Torstein! Torstein!

They're here.

(Baglers shouting indistinctly)

Torstein:
They've seen us.

- Torstein:
So, so, so, so.

- (Hkon crying)

Skjervald:
Come on!

You go first!

(Baglers shouting)

(grunts)

(shouts)

(shouts)

(screams)

(grunts)

(Baglers continue shouting)

(Baglers shouting aggressively)

Bagler:
Catch them, damn you!

Skjervald!

Watch out ahead!

(screams)

Torstein! Is he okay?

He's alive! So. Let's go!

Onward!

Skjervald:
More are coming!

Keep going.

I'll take care of them.

(groans)

(panting)

No.

(shouts)

Skjervald:
Torstein!

- (Torstein screams)

- Skjervald:
Torstein!

(Hkon cries)

(grunting)

(Bagler groans)

Torstein!

Are you okay?

No, damn it!

- Give me the child.

- No, we must continue!

(Torstein groans loudly)

Torstein:
Come on. Hurry!

(Hkon cries)

Egil:
Inga!

Welcome to our farm.

Did you have a baby?

Oh, my son! You're alive!

My boy.

Thank you, Torstein.

Now, now. Mama is here.

Torstein!

Torstein! Get him inside,

we must take out the arrow.

Ready?

(screams)

- Audun:
Easy. Easy, now.

- Give me that bottle.

No, not that, it's fish oil.

The one next to it.

Take it easy. I've done this before.

To reindeer.

Skjervald:
Stay here. Stay. Stay.

(prays in Latin)

All that... doesn't help a bit.

If I die, I'm going to kill you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Frikk, hold him down.

- Are you ready?

- No!

(groans loudly)

(pained groan)

(sobs and groans)

It will be fine.

(unintelligible screams)

I'll take that.

No, not a chance.

Remember what happened last time.

We must gather an army, Audun.

We mus! get Hkon to Nidaros.

An army? Could you go and fetch

an army, Frikk?

All you will find here,

is ordinary folk.

Hunters, farmers, crofters

and an occasional fair maiden,

- if you're lucky.

- We need warriors, Audun.

Send word for the King's men.

The King, yes.

Well, he did not last long.

Fenrir the Wolf is loose.

Rumor is that Nidaros

is out of control.

No one knows who is in power.

It might be us.

It might be the Baglers.

Done. Let's take him to the sauna.

(Egil sniffles)

I know how you're feeling.

I have also lost my family.

Egil?

- Can I count on you?

- Yes.

Good.

- Go up on that mountain.

- Up there?

Yes. And then find a spot

with a good view to the south.

- Okay.

- Keep a constant lookout.

- Yes.

- Don't sleep while standing guard.

- Don't be afraid. Do you understand?

- Mmm-hmm.

If you see anyone,

take the quickest route back here.

- Okay.

- Good.

Lord, heal his wound,

and free him of all suffering.

Give him health,

and let him resume his mission.

You who live and give guidance,

for all eternity. Amen.

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing continues)

(knock on door)

You have a visitor.

- Gisle:
What is it?

- Kristin:
I'm afraid.

I cannot be alone up in that room.

Have the chancellor

take you to the room.

I will take care of you now.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Kristin:
Inge.

Huff!!-

Huff!!-

(screams)

Inge:
Gisle! Let me out of here!

- Kristin:
Oh, no!

- Inge:
Gisle!

Hello! Welcome to the farm!

Hi!

(men laughing)

Welcome to the farm!

(horn continues blowing)

(groaning)

We must leave. We have to keep going.

We must leave.

Torstein... Relax. Take it easy.

- Where is Hkon? Where's Hkon?

- He's sleeping. He's sleeping.

Torstein.

I'm here.

(groans)

Drink this.

Come on.

- What is it?

- Fish oil.

You need nourishment, Torstein.

Yes, yeah, yeah.

Now it's your turn.

(loud, happy chattering)

Refill? You want some more?

Thank you very much.

Cheers.

What is all this?

Do you think people

just go to war voluntarily?

So you have a feast?

Yes.

Do they know they are going to war?

No.

This was all you could get?

- Yes.

- This won't work.

They don't even know

they are going to war.

Torstein:
Shut up!

- Listen up!

- (music and chattering stops)

We have Birkebeinerne

in the house!

(shouting)

Hey! I'm not a Birkebeiner.

I'm just like all of you.

A poor country farmer.

I do my best to plough

the rocky slopes we call soil,

and pray to God that my family

will make it through the winter.

The Birkebeinerne are the King's men.

But have they met him?

He who hides away in Nidaros, while

the Baglers are burning our lands.

He who sits in a golden chair, sleeps

on silk linen and sucks his thumb.

We are farmers, not warriors. But,

we are fighting for all that we love.

For our families.

For our survival.

The Baglers killed my wife.

They butchered my boy. Eirik.

He did not even reach

his second birthday.

And for what?

For what?

The King in Nidaros is dead.

But, Norway has a new King.

And he is here with us tonight.

This is Norway's new King.

Hkon Hkonsson.

The Baglers are coming to kill him.

Help me stop the Baglers

once and for all,

so we can unite,

under this King,

and send these Bagler devils

back to hell.

Help me. Help us.

Not as farmers,

but as this King's men.

Real Birkebeinerne.

Audun:
Our new King.

Here, Frikk.

- No, I don't need it.

- What?

I'll take one from the Baglers.

There is only one way

through the valley.

The King's son and Inga

must leave first,

and they will continue

through the valley here.

Audun is here, and I'm here.

Here are the archers. Torstein,

you lead the Baglers through here.

When you are close enough,

the archers will start shooting.

- They're coming!

- What?

- An army is coming from the south.

- Are you sure?

Egil:
It's the Baglers.

Skjervald:
Everyone get ready!

Move it! Everyone!

Hkon?

Where is Hkon?

Egil:
Inga! Hkon is in the sleigh.

Audun! You know what to do?

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