Day of Wrath Page #3

My body... is of this Earth.

And to the Earth I again submit it.

My soul... I have from God.

And unto God I surrender it.

Give me your hands.

Here, you have them.

That I may hold them

till mine grow cold.

It will not be long before I follow you.

You seek to comfort me.

I often feel Death approaching.

But I go to meet it with courage.

And hope!

"Whosoever believeth shall live,

though he die."

If we could die... together, here.

Die? Die?

Why?

To atone for our sin.

Sin? Is it a sin to love?

Don't speak,

don't think anything except...

That we two belong together!

"As the apple tree among

the trees of the wood,

"so is my beloved..."

"I sat down under his shadow..."

What weather!

We will hear of some misfortune

after such a storm.

Does one hear of anything else

these days?

Did you remember Absalon's beer?

No, I forgot.

Accept this body of Jesus

who gave you life

for you and your sins,

to strengthen you in faith

for all eternity.

Accept this cup poured for you

as the covenant in his blood,

to strengthen you in faith

for all eternity.

No, you can't look.

Oh, let me.

Can you make it out?

A pear tree.

A pear tree!

Anyone can see it is an apple tree!

And here is an apple blossom.

Only one?

Yes, my apple tree has only

one blossom.

I hope Absalon won't come

across the bog.

If I knew the way he was coming,

I'd meet him.

If you go through the bog,

he may go around it.

And if you go round it,

he may walk through it.

You must understand. Anne

wants you to stay at home.

But Anne is right.

It is no use wandering about in the dark.

It is better to wait here for father.

Then we'll all wait.

You too?

Then I will go to bed.

God have mercy on those at sea!

And on those not at sea!

You are thinking of Absalon?

Yes. And of you!

There is nothing so quiet as

a heart that has ceased to beat.

You should get yourself a wife.

There's no hurry.

There is no one in the world whom

I love as much as your father.

In him God gave me the son

I had longed for.

And I shall defend him until

the day I lie in my grave.

Grandmother, why don't you like Anne?

I have never done her any harm

that I know of.

But you don't like her?

No, I do not like her.

I hate her.

Father's wife.

The only grief your father ever

caused me

was bringing her into this house.

How can you talk like that?

Because it is the truth.

A small, innocent woman.

Innocent?

I've had my say.

I shall go to bed.

Goodnight, Martin.

May the Lord have you in His keeping!

My Anne.

Yes, yours.

Yes... But my father's wife!

Wife, yes - I never loved him.

Nor he me.

Do you never think of him?

I often think, if he were dead...

Do you wish him dead?

I think only if he were dead.

Are you ill, Master Absalon?

I felt as if Death had just brushed by me.

Death?

Yes, let's just go.

We will have a small house by the sea.

Every morning I shall wake...

my head on your shoulder.

With a kiss I'll wake you.

Then we hear from his cradle

a little Martin crying.

I pick him up.

And as I found life at your breast

he'll find life at mine.

The tenderness you gave to me

I give back to him.

While I hum for him

a song about us two.

Isn't it lovely to think about?

Yes. It is only a dream.

What does it matter?

So long as it is a beautiful dream?

Haven't you gone to bed yet?

No, we waited up for you,

Martin and I.

Good evening, Father.

Good evening, Martin.

You were away a long time.

How is Master Laurentius?

God gave him a mild death.

Would you like some beer?

It's been near the fire.

Thank you for waiting up,

both of you.

Father, you are tired. You should rest.

I am tired.

But I don't think I can rest.

I come from a man

who died in piety.

But otherwise,

if I think of all the sighs

from other deathbeds I have sat by,

I see only sin... and sin... and sin.

The pleasure of the moment.

The secret sin.

Oh, Lord...

What lives men lead.

You speak so strangely.

That is because I felt

a strange uneasiness.

Out there, earlier.

I felt as if Death held me by the hand.

I heard nothing.

I saw nothing.

But in my innermost soul I felt

my death had been decided.

You are tired.

You are ill.

I am not ill.

But I am tired.

Go to bed now.

Goodnight, my son. Sleep well.

I wish I could ease your heavy thoughts.

You have yours to think about.

You should not think so much of death.

You are right, Anne,

but I cannot get away from the thought.

My death has been decided!

Who would want you dead?

Who would?

Anne, have you never wished me dead?

Why should I?

Because

I did you a great wrong.

I never asked you if you wished

to be mine... I took you.

I took your youth.

That is a wrong for which

I can never make amends.

Yes, it is true.

You took my youth.

My joy.

I burned for someone to love.

I dreamed

of a little child to hold in my arms.

Not even that did you give me.

You asked if I ever wished you were dead.

I have wished it hundreds of times.

I wished it when you were with me.

I wished it when you left me.

But never did I wish it so hard

as since Martin and I...

Martin? And you.

Yes. Martin and I.

Now you know.

Therefore, I now wish you dead.

Dead!

Father. Father.

What is it?

Shall I keep vigil now?

No. Martin will keep vigil tonight.

Why are you so quiet?

Say something.

Did he know?

What do you mean?

Did he know that you and I...

You told him.

He knew.

That's why he called out to me.

I am cold! Keep me warm!

I still hear his voice.

Father. Father.

Are you weeping for him?

Or me?

For myself.

Why?

I wish I were dead.

Everything, everything is over now.

No, Martin. It's only the beginning.

Not for me.

For us.

Why should he die?

I believe he died for our sake.

I am afraid for you.

I am afraid for the one I love.

Are you going?

Have you no thought for me?

My only thought now is for him.

I'll stay and keep vigil.

Shall I keep vigil with you?

No, I'd like to be alone.

You shun me.

I shun mostly myself.

We should be on our knees

asking his forgiveness.

I don't need to ask

forgiveness for anything.

But I know he would have forgiven us.

He stands before God

and accuses us.

No, Martin.

He is interceding for us.

For he sees how we suffer.

Do you remember what you said:

"If he were dead..."

You wished him dead.

I only thought if.

You did wish him dead.

But did you wish, compel him to die?

Have you the power

to wish his death?

Answer me.

You are driving me to the stake.

Had you the power to wish his death?

Come to your senses. Martin!

I love you.

I love you.

That's my only crime.

You wished him dead.

Don't make me crazy, Martin!

You must believe me!

I am not the cause of his death.

Say it before his coffin.

I am not the cause of his death.

Do you believe me now?

Yes.

Shall we ever find each other again?

Who could prevent it?

The dead.

It's not the dead we should fear.

You mean Marte.

I love you.

And you love me.

We have sinned together.

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