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Child of man.

Please won't you raise her

from the dead?

L will if the others let me.

Never mind about them.

How happy I'd be.

- Would you?

- Yes.

- Will you come and tuck me up?

- Yes.

And I'll get one of my father's angels

to watch over you tonight.

And will you bless us,

like you always do?

Yes, I will.

And He took them up in His arms

and put His hands on them,

and blessed them.

God,

do not send death to us.

There now, Borgen.

- Don't say it, Doctor.

- It's all over.

What? No...

She's sleeping soundly.

Let's hope there are no complications.

But. But...

Eternal praise and thanks.

Yes, it was a hard job.

It certainly was, Doctor.

Many thanks.

Now let's have some coffee.

Yes, of course.

Let's...

Karen, lnger's going to be all right.

Make coffee -

from beans, understand?

Doctor,

may I take a peep at her?

Yes, but quietly.

Good evening.

Good evening, Pastor.

- Welcome back.

- Thanks.

- You know...

- Yes, I know the doctor.

I saw his car

so I thought I would look in.

- Good evening, Doctor.

- Good evening.

Thank you.

My son's wife was...

she had to...

- I think she was expecting.

- Yes.

- The child died, but she is all right.

- I see.

Take off your coat, Pastor.

Coffee is coming.

- I really must get home.

- The doctor can give you a lift.

Yes, of course.

Sit down.

I'll just peep in there.

No, thanks.

She's sleeping like an angel, Doctor.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

It's like a miracle.

My dear Borgen,

I don't wish to hurt

your religious feelings,

but now I have some right

to challenge you.

Which helped most this evening -

your prayers, or my skill?

Our Lord's blessing, dear Doctor.

Ora et labora as the old monks

used to say.

- You, too, believe in miracles, Pastor?

- Naturally.

Miracles are possible,

since God is the creator.

- But...

- But?

Even if God can perform miracles,

He doesn't do so.

How come?

They would break the laws of nature.

God doesn't break His own laws.

- What about Christ's miracles?

- Those were special circumstances.

Oh, really.

In special circumstances

your God allows a little deviation, then.

No, my good Pastor.

It's strange. Doctors always believe

what's least worth believing.

Here you go, Doctor.

The Lord make His face

to shine upon thee

and be gracious unto thee.

The Lord lift up His countenance

upon thee

and give thee peace,

now and for evermore.

Amen.

What was that?

Johannes, blessing the children.

I see.

I expect you know... you met him?

Forgive me,

but don't you think

it would be better for him in a home?

My boy is staying with me

as long as I'm at Borgensgaard.

Johannes will get better.

- You think so?

- Just give him time.

One day a psychic shock will clear out

the rubbish bin of his subconscious.

- He'll be his old self again?

- Exactly the same.

You see, the doctor, too,

believes in miracles.

Yes. I believe in the miracles

my science has taught me.

- God grant that it happens.

- Let's hope so.

Well, I'll take another look at

the patient, then we'll be off.

Yes. I'm ready.

My heartiest congratulations.

Thank you.

You must be rejoicing

over God's work here tonight.

Indeed I am, Pastor.

It's been a hard time.

Yes, yes.

Yet I wouldn't willingly

have missed it.

I understand.

Well, Doctor?

She's sleeping beautifully.

Now you should go to bed.

- Good night.

- Good night.

On behalf of Borgensgaard,

thank you for tonight.

Karen...

Remember, Karen, two geese

go to the doctor at Christmas.

I'm not a vet.

They'll die under my treatment.

Are you coming?

Good night.

How is it going with Inger?

Well, Anders.

Much better than we expected.

That's good.

There he is again,

the man with the hourglass.

He's come back for Inger.

Johannes, go to bed.

Look.

Now he's going through the wall.

It's the doctor's car headlights.

Johannes, Inger is sleeping.

Her life is no longer in danger.

Listen, it's the scythe.

He cut in error, the wrong swath.

It's the doctor, backing out.

Stop, will you?

Come back, do you hear?

You must.

He won't.

Go then.

In the hour of faith,

you will be forced to bring her back.

Johannes, that's enough.

She has died after all.

What?

Suddenly, in her sleep.

Inger dead?

You must be lying.

It's your nerves.

The doctor saw her

only a moment ago.

Come and see for yourselves.

She went stiff and cold in my arms.

I saw her lips turn blue,

her eyes glaze.

The Lord gave,

and the Lord hath taken away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Shall we ring for the doctor?

If you think the doctor can bring back

the dead, Anders, then ring.

He left here a few minutes ago.

Will you tell him

that she has just died...

lnger.

Thank you.

Good bye.

The Lord gave...

...and the Lord hath taken away.

She is not dead.

She sleeps.

You think so?

Do you want to see her sleep?

Show me the place

where you have laid her.

If thou wouldst believe,

thou shouldst see the glory of God.

The Lord gave,

and the Lord hath taken away.

From God am I,

the Christ, come hither

and to God I shall return.

In the clouds of heaven...

Anders! Anders!

Give me a hand.

Is he dead?

No, father.

He's not the sort that dies.

Even that mercy is denied us.

Mikkel, my boy...

Why should she die?

Why should we be torn apart?

It's all so meaningless.

- Meaningless!

- Mikkel, you know...

What do I know?

Only that all I loved and worshipped

is to be smothered in the earth, to rot.

To rot.

CERTIFICATE OF DEATH

YE SHALL SEEK ME,

AND SHALL NOT FIND ME.

WHITHER I GO, YE CANNOT COME.

(JOHN 13, 33)

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Johannes!

Inger Borgen, faithful wife

and dear mother has departed from us.

The funeral will be

from Borgensgaard on Friday.

Mikkel Borgen.

Maren. Lilleinger.

Our beloved daughter-in-law

and sister-in-law, Inger Borgen

with faith in her divine Saviour

Jesus Christ, gone to eternal rest.

Deeply missed by all at Borgensgaard.

Morten Borgen. Anders Borgen.

"But I say unto you,"

"that ye resist not evil,"

"but whomsoever shall smite thee

on thy right cheek"

"turn to him the other also."

We must be off,

if we're to get seats in church.

Yes, Kristine.

Do you remember

when Morten Borgen was here?

Yes, why?

I offended.

I'd say it was Morten who offended.

Perhaps...

but my offence was greater.

Kirstine...

I should have turned

the other cheek.

Aren't you being hard on yourself?

No.

Christ said,

"Leave thy gift

before the altar, and go away."

"First be reconciled to thy brother."

Now let's be off.

We're going up to Borgensgaard.

- Not to the church?

- No, to Borgensgaard.

- Are you ready, Anne?

- Yes, I am.

Joyful, joyful.

Is the soul that's at rest!

None knows.

Their day of sunset blest.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Sings many a wild bird.

Which by sunset is caged.

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