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back home?

Yes, we got a new type of boat.

You have a cut on your heel.

We have to dress that.

I'll just tiptoe.

- Dinner time.

- Where do you eat?

- I run back home.

- Can I come?

No, then it'll seem as if

you just came here to eat.

But I did.

Stay here.

I'll bring something out for you.

- So, virgin...

- I'm up.

Just leave the girl alone, now,

you old man.

Its no good for her to sleep alone.

She might catch a cold.

I suppose you're still

as cold as a fish.

Colder!

My, now the girl

is off to sea again.

Well, let her.

It won't harm anyone.

She's homesick.

Why do you stand here

every morning?

That's dad's boat out there.

You have good eyes.

I just pick one out

that I imagine to be his.

We live behind that headland.

Would you like

to come to a meeting tonight?

Your church brothers

look so pious.

As if they swallowed Maundy Thursday

and are going for Good Friday.

They wanted to help you.

- Because of my mother.

- Yes.

What fault of mine is that?

I haven't got time

to be saved today, -

because it's my day off.

Are you going home to your dad?

Yes, and my siblings.

I still believe that

the boat out there is my dad's.

- Now we're having visitors.

- Don't we get the day off, then?

We must have the day off.

Does anyone want to sell

beef calf, horses or sucklings?

Well, you hack.

You can't get off until tonight.

Your stock looks properly clean.

Well fed and well shaped

at both ends.

Like the mistress herself.

Except I'm not for sale.

I usually don't leave

without striking a deal.

But today Ive got my mind set

on something extra.

We can go up and play

a game of cards over it.

And see who wins.

- What is it?

- I know him.

Indeed, so do I.

The worst of the hawkers.

They bring only misery.

The mistress seemed odd.

She's in the dangerous phase.

- Which is that, Sine?

- She longs for young meat.

Karen Hillfarm can become

almost dizzy when she...

...when she has a visitor.

I sometimes feel sore all over

and becomes dizzy.

Is that when I'm in that...

dangerous phase?

That's growing pains.

Don't you mind those.

They only mean that you're

becoming a grown woman.

Hurry up, before the mistress

puts us to more work.

I'm so rich. This is

the first money Ive earned.

Let's just get going. This won't be

a nice place for us tonight.

I'm going to sleep at home.

I can buy everyone something.

Let's just get going.

Let me just fetch my things.

If she thinks of a reason

why you can't go, I'll help you.

- Thanks, Karl.

- Hurry, Ditte. Come on.

You can't leave. Our guests

are thirsty and want more food.

Their vocal chords got

well-oiled at dinner.

You'd better go on up

and get the guest room in order.

Is he sleeping here tonight?

Yes, if the heir doesn't have

anything against it.

- Today was our day off.

- Put my duvet in the gable room.

We're just so excited.

One gets so nervous.

That's what happens

when you don't find a man in time.

Karl, go and break the necks

on some of your pigeons.

Ditte, fill them with beer.

And don't spill.

Can't we please take chickens?

I asked for pigeons.

And take some

with some meat on them.

Can't someone else kill them?

What a sissy son I have.

Let me do it.

Come here, come here,

you innocent, immaculate pigeon.

you're so warm and soft

in a moment you are lost

Easy, now. Quiet.

There, now it expired.

Can you take its innocent attire?

You won't ever get to be

a proper man.

Let me do it.

- You're a coward.

- Yes, but I'm so scared of mum.

I wish I could go to

a classy ball someday.

Don't you wish for that.

They're so sinful.

You and your sin, you bore.

- Soon it'll be a sin to eat.

- Listen to them.

They take pride in their disgrace.

They're not touching at all.

They're not even kissing.

You wouldn't know.

- You're just a child.

- You always say that.

There are so many things,

and everything is loathsome.

Ditte, bring those glasses.

What's with the swaying?

Sorry, mistress,

I think I got dizzy. I'm sorry.

She couldn't cope with

the smell of liqueur.

Or perhaps it was your cigar.

Do I not bring lovely sunshine?

and Ditte walks upon the road

so red and round and sad

she bumps into a little prince

in scarlet clad

What's your name?

I'm Ditte Love and Ditte Rascal

and Ditte Child of Man.

She isn't very pretty.

No, because she carries the most

pretty on the inside. Her heart.

But it's not in high regard, -

so it's tucked away safely.

Can I see it?

We'd rather not,

because it may easily get dusty.

But you're welcome to have her.

Is that you, Karl?

Now the hawkers have left.

That scum.

Don't you think about them anymore.

That won't make anything better.

She didn't walk them to the cart.

Maybe she couldn't even walk.

Why not?

She drinks along with them.

- Maybe she even...

- Easy.

I will give you

the little help I can.

Karl, do you believe

that old maids go to Heaven?

That depends on

how they've lived.

It doesn't.

My granny is in Heaven.

I suppose one has to make room

for the Lord as well.

Yes, for granny's sake, that is.

If only I were like you.

Why are we whispering?

Why indeed?

What have you got there?

My shoulder blade.

I got that from carrying

the little ones so much.

Is it a sin

to pray for beauty, Karl?

I wish to be a good girl, -

- but it wouldn't harm

to be a bit pretty as well.

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