Day of Wrath Page #2

I have thought of you

these many days.

How I could secure for you...

Life Eternal.

Stop all your prattle.

I fear neither Heaven nor Hell.

I am only afraid to die.

I spared Anne.

And you fail me.

No, Marte.

But it is not too late.

Anne shall suffer as I suffer.

If I burn at the stake, so shall Anne.

No, no...

If they burn me...

If they burn me...

I don't want to be burned.

I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Go.

Go! Get out!

She'll be put on the stake,

She'll be put on the stake

And shall burn. And burn

With smoldering flesh

She'll be put on the stake,

She'll be put on the stake

And shall burn. And burn

With smoldering flesh.

Are you leaving?

I cannot stand this.

Stay here with me.

I want to speak to Absalon!

What for?

I want to speak to Absalon!

Do you want to denounce someone?

I want to speak to Absalon.

The condemned would like

to speak to you.

Free me from the stake.

Otherwise...

Have no fear.

The Lord is merciful.

He will open your eyes

and turn your soul from sin.

I will denounce Anne,

do you hear me!

You'll suffer for this!

The Devil will get you,

you hypocrite, you liar!

You liar. You liar. You liar.

Day of Wrath. Day of Mourning

See fulfilled the prophet's warning

Heaven and earth in ashes burning

Oh what fear man's soul renders

When from Heaven the Judge descends

On whose sentence all depends

Wondrous sounds the trumpet sings

On this beauteous day,

Herlof's Marte was successfully

burned at the stake.

Glory be to God.

Lord, I beseech Thee with all my heart,

help me in my hour of need!

I have been a faithful servant,

and have kept Thy commandments.

Yet now my innermost soul

is shaken by gnawing doubt.

O Lord,

let thy light shine upon me...

that I may find my way out

of this terrible darkness.

Do you want something?

Yes.

Something is tormenting you.

What is it? Tell your mother.

Mother, I have sinned.

Sinned against God.

I have lied to Him.

How? Tell me.

I'm your mother, aren't I?

Yes.

But this is a fight I must fight alone.

You've changed since

Herlof's Marte was arrested.

And now she has burned at the

stake. You've become so strange.

Did she...

denounce another?

And you're keeping it secret?

She denounced no living person.

No living person?

No one living.

Have you ever looked into

Anne's eyes?

Have you seen how they burn?

I am thinking of her mother.

Her eyes burned in the same way.

Why are you saying this?

The day may come when you must

choose between...

Between what?

Between God and Anne.

You say that because you hate Anne.

No, out of love to you!

Goodnight, Grandmother.

Goodnight, Martin.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, father.

Goodnight, my son.

Anne, there is something

we must discuss.

It concerns your mother.

My mother?

Is it that... that mother?

You know?

Yes... But is it true?

She confessed it.

What did she confess?

That she had the power of invocation.

She could call up

the Living and the Dead.

And they had to come.

If she wished someone dead,

he died.

Is it true you spared her

to marry me?

Do you blame me for that?

For being kind to mother? No.

But?

Were you also kind to me?

Have I not been a kind husband?

Yes, you have.

Did you ever ask me if I loved you?

You were so young,

just a child.

But did I love you?

It is strange...

I never thought of that.

No, I suppose you haven't.

Absalon, hold me.

Hold me and make me happy.

I must look into myself.

I have much to speak to God about.

Goodnight, Anne.

Look into my eyes.

Your wonderful eyes.

So childlike.

Pure and clear...

Goodnight.

How was it with my mother?

She could call

the Living and the Dead.

And they had to come.

Was that it?

Why do you ask?

I think it strange that...

with the power mother had...

A human being can have such power...

I can do it. I can do it.

Anne, you're crying.

I see you through my tears.

Tears that I wipe away.

No one has eyes like yours.

What are they like?

Childlike?

Pure and clear?

No, deep and mysterious.

But in their depths I see

a trembling, quivering flame

which you have kindled.

Let's go to the birches.

How happy I am!

Just to say "I love you".

And to know...

That you and I...

You were always in my thoughts.

And you in my dreams.

Here's the spring.

Come here.

More?

Water? No.

Of what then?

Drink.

Hear how they whisper.

It's the grass humming.

Humming what?

A song about the two of us.

The song of your love.

And of yours.

Hold me tight. Make me happy.

...so that we may wander decently

and securely in the sight of God.

Through this Your most Holy Name. Amen.

May I read a little

from the Song of Songs?

Yes, please do.

I am the rose of Sharon,

and the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among thorns,

so is my love among the daughters.

As the apple tree among the trees

of the wood, so is my beloved.

I sat down under his shadow.

We have heard enough.

Will you stop it!

Wretched woman.

Grandmother?

I meant it.

Martin, what have we done to you?

You seem so far apart from us now.

Both from me and your father.

Promise me to think of your father

and do not cause him grief.

Martin, would you help me?

Yes, of course.

Grandmother does not like you.

What does it matter -

if you like me?

If you love me.

Anne, how will this all end?

Kiss me.

Then I'll kiss you.

There you are.

Shut the door.

It's the first time I hear Anne laugh.

How she's changed.

Even her voice is different.

Yes... she is changed.

When I see those two together

I feel for the first time how old I am...

And how young she is.

It is good Martin came home.

I will join them

and be young with the young.

It was nice to hear you laugh.

We were just going.

Where to?

To the river.

I wanted to ask you to read

through my sermon.

With pleasure, father.

Oh, can't it wait,

I had so looked forward to this.

I would be the last

to deprive you of any pleasure.

Go now.

It's the chaplain.

A message from Master Laurentius.

He is dying!

He asks you to come and prepare him.

I've brought the Holy Vessels.

I'm going.

How alive your hands are.

Your fingers.

Your wrist.

I can feel your pulse beating.

Beating for you.

The sun is coloring your cheeks.

Not the sun, happiness.

Happiness?

How long will it last?

Forever!

Anne, where will we end up?

Wherever the stream leads us!

One day.

Don't think about it.

So much can happen.

I see my father before me all the time.

I see only you.

Here I lie.

Soft and snug as in a mother's arms.

Herlof's Marte did not forget me.

What do you mean?

She promised me death.

She deserved her punishment.

I suppose so.

Anne, let me go away.

Go away?

Yes, let's separate for a bit.

Separate?

Separate.

How could we two separate?

Think of all we've given to each other.

Look at that tree.

Yes, it bows in sorrow.

No, in longing.

It grieves over us.

It yearns after its own

reflection in the water.

As those two can never

be torn asunder.

Nor can we ever separate.

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