Birkebeinerne Page #4

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- Yes.

- Good.

If they get through,

the boy dies, you know that.

It will be fine. Trust me.

(grunts)

- Egil:
Yah! Yah!

- (Hkon cries)

Now, now, it will be fine, Hkon.

Mama is here. Mama will protect you.

Be calm, sweet boy.

It'll be fine.

Man:
They're coming!

(horse whinnies and snorts)

Wait.

"Ow!

Skjervald:
A bit further.

A bit further.

Wait here... Wait here.

Wait.

They've made it through.

Wait.

(Hkon cries)

Inga:
We are safe now.

There, there. We are safe now.

Here they come. Wait. Wait!

(shouts)

(Baglers shouting)

Attack!

(men shouting)

Off the horses! Attack, damn it!

(shouting and grunting)

(fighting sounds)

Skjervald!

Here, drink this.

Welcome to Ragnarok!

They're getting through!

Stop the horses!

Audun:
Skjervald, come on!

Let's get them.

What did you say?

Audun:
Skjervald!

Hang on, here we go!

Torstein:
Egil! Take it easy.

We are through.

Now it's up to Skjervald.

Torstein:
They have broken through,

damn it!

Drive, Egil! Hurry!

Just a couple of loose horses.

(men shouting to horses)

Torstein:
Hurry! Faster!

(Hkon cries)

They are right behind us. Hurry!

Hurry! Faster, Egil!

Keep going. We'll stop them.

(both grunt)

(groans)

(shouting)

Skjervald! He got through!

(fighting sounds)

Traitor!

Inga:
For God's sake, Egil, faster!

Faster!

Please don't! He is just a child.

Look at him!

(grunts)

(both grunt)

(groans)

Egil! Get up!

We must keep going!

(both shout)

(Skjervald panting)

Inga:
Skjervald.

Skjervald!

Skjervald. Skjervald.

You did it.

You did it.

We will all die.

But, our legacy lives on.

That's fine. Hush-hush-hush.

Everything will be alright.

There won't be any wedding.

But, Kristin, don't show any fear.

Someone has started a rebellion

and surrounded Nidaros Cathedral.

So now we will just have to

move the wedding here

to the royal residence.

Hold the wedding ceremony here.

No guests.

Do you know anything about this?

- No.

- Come over here.

I do not know anything.

- (groans)

- (screams)

Birkebeinere!

I must speak with Inge.

Let me speak with Inge Brdsson.

Now.

Wait! This is Hkon Hkonsson.

This is Norway's rightful King.

(Hkon cries loudly)

No! Let go!

He is the King's son.

I swear on the boy's life!

In the absence of your father,

King Sverre,

I give you, Kristin Sverresdatter,

to Earl Gisle, to honor as his wife,

in shared bed and home.

(thudding)

Now I know who you are.

It was God's will that you

and your kinsman, Skjervald,

should save the King's son.

I therefore name you as

Hkon Hkonsson's closest protector.

With the consent of

the Birkebeinerne,

I will guard the throne, just until

Hkon becomes old enough to rule.

You shall bring peace to our land.

(crowd cheers)

(woman vocalizing)

(low-tempo song)

(woman sings in foreign language)

(song ends)

(instrumental music plays)

"THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A NOVELIS AND A HISTORIAN IS THIS:

THAT THE FORMER TELLS LIES

DELIBERATELY AND FOR THE FUN OF IT;

THE HISTORIAN TELLS LIES AND

IMAGINES HE IS TELLING THE TRUTH."

THE LAST KING:

(music ends)

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