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Good hunting, my Lord.

And a good day to you, Björn.

By what yardstick do we judge a king?

By his hunting skills?

By this definition, my brother Hardvendel is a great king.

Or...

Do we judge him...

By the days and nights...

That he spends idling about his farm?

By that definition, my brother is surely a great king.

Idleness should is his middle name.

What is my brother has...

That I do not have?

He's just older than I am.

I'll join you.

So will I.

Ribold?

Are you sure you can get the crown?

I am the strongest, I'll wear the crown.

Allright.

I'm with you.

I am not!

Do you want us to murder our rightful king?

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- I am with you. - No! Harvendel is a good king.

- What about you? - I'm with you.

I am with you too.

Well done, my sons.

- It was an easy kill. - This is what happened.

I saw him, but Sigurd didn't.

I had my back to him.

And he was looking the other way when the boar charged at him.

Now I'm the boar!

And just at the last moment...

Well done, my sons.

Geruth, you should should make a tapestry of this scene.

I remember when I was at the court of the English duke

they had all their walls covered with tapestry.

But one wall in particular was covered with scenes of boar hunting...

- It was absolutley beautiful. - It is a good idea.

All our walls are rather dark, we should have tapestries.

Fenge only likes going after the big game. Isn't that right?

Oh, you flatter me, brother.

Boar Hunting... is only for boys. You are not boys anymore.

- Now to hunt a bear. - Have you done that?

Do you know there's a bear down in the brush forest south of here?

It killed many sheep recently.

We would only be doing the peasants a favor if we...

Went and killed it.

- What do you think, Sigurd? - Tonight?

Tomorrow, yes! Let's meet in the stables early.

A piece of advice: make your strike swiftly and surely.

Wounded animal is the most dangerous of all.

I bid you all good night!

I will start on the tapestries tomorrow. I'm going to get the linen myself.

We got yarns and dyes...

It will be beautiful.

Good hunting.

What's the matter? Brother, what do you want?

Is it going to be a hanging this morning? I don't know anything about one.

Just some thief, I believe.

I heard people speaking of it yesterday.

What are we doing here, Fenge?

Helping me change my luck.

Who is the thief?

Just some thief, that's all I know.

Who is he?

If you want to catch that bear, you had better move on.

Yes alright, we'll start the hunt when you tell me what I want to know.

Who is the thief?

You would live a coward's life and die a coward.

What are you waiting for?

Father!

What is your name?

What is your name?

He's gone mad.

There's nothing more to do here.

Let's go!

Dogs don't talk anyway.

Why? Why?

Why?

It's... it's...

It's so... meaningless.

He was such a good man.

Yes. Such...

Such a loving brother.

Oh Sigurd...

I blame myself, Geruth.

If only I had got there sooner.

Ragnar was the only one who saw anything.

Came upon those scoundrels...

Bodvar and Bjarke.

They were fighting like wild animals.

At the time I arrived it was too late.

My brother was...

Had Sigurd fallen in battle...

I blame myself. I should have been there sooner.

I had to throw myself at Bjarke to...

To save Amled's life.

Bjarke and Bodvar!

- I thought... - Yes.

How little we really know each other.

There is no loyalty, none.

Yes, Fenge. You are my husband's brother.

Amled...

- He's lost his mind. - Yes. Yes he has Geruth.

You must remember, he is still alive.

Oh Geruth, my love for Hardvendel and for you it's...

It's...

What are you doing?

I want to die too.

I must take my place among the dead.

If you feel that I have earned this right, you do it for me.

Fenge...

Fenge...

Is it so hard to live?

It's easier not to live.

Take...

Do it, do it!

No...

Do not leave me.

We need you, Amled and I, please, for my sake.

Oh please don't go, I'm cold.

Don't take anything else away from me.

A King greatness,

is not less,

because he died at the hands of...

a murderer.

My brother will be remembered...

as "Harvendel - The Peaceful" "Harvendel - The Good."

For he was... a good man.

But we who survived him... must remember

that virtues must never allow the wrong-doer

to escape without punishment.

And so I swear, I swear before you all...

That my brother's murder will be avenged.

Today, your new king, should have been Amled.

But yesterday, he was everything a people would have wished for in a leader.

Youthful, brave, wise, and strong.

It is he you should be speaking to today...

Not us.

But alas, he can not...

Alas he can not speak.

A terrible deed which has shocked us all so deeply,

has robbed him of his senses...

and his right to the crown.

Now more than ever,

he must be assured of the great love we bear him,

so that speedily he may regain his former self.

But now...

until that happy day...

I must ask you...

Who do you wish to be your king?

It is for you to decide...

Not for us.

Long live the King! Long Live the King!

Long live the King!

Long live Fenge, long live the King! Long live King Fenge!

Now I know that, stepping into my brother's place,

I have not only your favor,

but the favor of the person closest to him.

Geruth.

From this day forth,

she shall be at my side,

as my wife... and my queen.

Long live Geruth! Long live our Queen!

Long live Queen Geruth! Long live Queen Geruth!

Long live the King Fenge!

Long live the King Fenge! Long live the King Fenge!

Long live the King Fenge! Long live the King Fenge!

Geruth Long live the queen, the queen lived Geruth! Fenge Long live the King!

Long live the King Fenge!

Let us give Harvendel's The-Good...

a funeral fire... worthy of a king.

Your father is dead.

Fire, is a great warrior!

Look... It destroys even a king.

- What are you doing Amled? - Swords.

Did he say swords?

What did you say you are doing? Making swords?

Sharp swords.

Look how many, but I need many more.

Do you know why?

Because I mean to avenge my father's death.

Making swords?

To avenge your father?

Out of wood?

Wooden sword...

Yes, wooden.

And he said was going to use them to avenge his father's death.

But his father has already been avenged.

Doesn't he understand that?

You think...

Do you think he remembers anything?

I do not know what Amled remembers.

He's mad!

Amled is mad...

Tove, do you think Amled we'll ever be the same again?

Your strength gives me courage.

Fenge...

You make me feel safe.

Watch out Amled, you are falling!

I'm a thief!

You hang thieves, don't you?

Why don't you hang me then?

How do we know you're a thief?

How can you tell...

a thief is a thief?

Because you find something on him!

I... have stolen... a goose!

What goose?

You did not steal anything.

No...

I haven't stolen any goose.

And do you know why?

Because if I had...

I wouldn't have told you!

A thief, he steals, and the he lies...

That's what thieves do, isn't it?

I have stolen... more... than a goose...

much more!

I... have stolen... the king's crown!

The king's crown!!

No, you haven't stolen that either.

Then someone else has stolen it.

Then someone else has stolen it!

His mind will be like itself again soon...

I promise.

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Is he pretending to be mad?

I do not know.

You should have killed him when you had the chance.

It is too late for that now.

The point is how do we find out.

A woman.

What do you mean?

A man can go without a woman for a long time, but...

Desire is something that can't be controlled.

That's good!

We are going hunting!

Just... Just hunting.

Hunting.

Perhaps you find blackberries nicer than hunting.

You can find your way back, can't you Gunvor?

Even if this one can't.

It's true enough!

I don't know any way back.

Did Fenge... tell Gunvor...

To make Amled love her?

And then you were to tell the king, if you were successful?

I'll never say a word.

Never... I swear it.

No, you have to tell him something.

Tell him that Amled...

Barked like a dog, and crowed like a rooster.

And he mated like a wild boar.

We'll meet again.

Yes, we'll meet again.

And then he just walked away to the horses?

- No, he let the horses graze. - And then what?

I led to the horse along to make Amled follow me.

He barked, crowed?

Then what?

Nothing more.

Didn't the rooster mount the hen?

Nothing more.

Nothing?

Nothing more.

"Didn't the rooster mount the hen?"

Yeah, you can be sure he did.

And then, the hen mounted the rooster.

Do you hear the voice?

In the loft?

Was it a man's voice, or was it...

Was it a woman's voice?

Could it...

Could it have been Gunvor?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I fell and hit my head, I can't remember.

You can't remember?

No.

Well, remember this:

That if I fall, we all fall.

What do you want, Amled?

Are they here?

The rats!

The rats!

You mean us?

Oh, no!

Kings are not rats, are they?

Rats are rats, and kings are kings, and I'm looking for rats.

Well, there are no rats here, Amled.

If you're not careful...

the rats will come,

And eat your eyes...

and gnaw your bloody heart.

Rats are very dangerous, you know?

Look...

There's one.

What do you think?

- If he is not mad... - Then what?

Then cunning, I suppose.

Tomorrow, early, take all people away from the farm.

Make sure Amled and Geruth left alone.

What the son won't tell us, he may tell his mother.

Take them where?

Go out among the people, go to Björn's cottage.

Björn's cottage? For what?

I do not know, you could ask about his apple harvest.

Apple harvest?

This time I want the truth about him.

I want this settled, once and for all. Do you understand me?

Trust me, leave it to me.

Mother!

They have all gone away without me.

It don't matter.

I didn't want to go anyway.

Amled?

It's been long since when we have been alone together.

Look. Look!

My embroidery. What do you think?

Amled...

When will you get your witts back?

When my mother recovers her virginity, that's when.

I ought to be here somewhere!

It ​​couldn't have run away!

I saw the rat.

I recognized it.

What hace you done?

And you mother?

What have you done?

You regained your sanity.

You can't regain what you never lost.

I am in my right mind, I always have been.

Where has your mind been?

Where have your eyes been?

With Fenge...

With Hardvendel's murderer.

Murderer?

No, no...

He killed his brother?

No...

No, Amled, he's a good man. He ​​loves you. He loves me.

He's a liar!

You should be mourning the man who really loved you.

But instead you were in bed with his murderer.

No.

I saw... Ragnar... murder my brother.

And I saw... Fenge... murder my father.

It was Bjarke and Bodvar.

Fenge said so.

Welcome, my lord.

So, Bjorn...

How do you think the apple harvest is going to be this year?

We had a lot of blossoms,

So, there should be a lot of apples.

Fenge will never enter this bed again. I give you my word.

Amled, avenge my violation.

For if he is not my enemy, he sure is yours.

You're our king now.

Never doubt my loyalty.

- Where's Ribold? - Where is my father?

Will you please tell us where Ribold is?

I suppose he is with the pigs.

He probably ate them or perhaps they ate him.

- Where is Ribold? - He is not here.

Find him! Go! Go!

Geruth?

Geruth?

Geruth! Open the door!

Do you see Ribold?

Where is Ribold?

Where is Sigurd?

- Have you seen Ribold? - No.

I found this in pig trough.

What the hell is going on?

Why don't you say something?

Why do I waste my time?

Idiots!

Sheep!

Ribold wasn't a clever man.

But at least he did something.

I'll tell you this...

sane or mad...

Amled would have no problem dispensing of a pack of fools like you.

What?

What?

What!

Why did you lock the door?

- Why do you come to my room drunk? - I'm not drunk.

I just want to talk to you, that's all.

Geruth...

You are denying me?

Yes.

Thank you.

Gunvor...

Get up!

I can't.

I am not well.

He's not mad.

He is about as mad as a fox in a henhouse.

Do you want us to kill him?

No... it's too risky.

We have already given people, enough to talk about.

We are going to send him...

on a long journey.

Where?

To England.

The the Court of my friend the Duke of Lindsey.

You, Torsten, Aslak...

You will both accompany him...

On this most dangerous journey.

You'll come back soon...

But you'll come back alone.

You will take a message from me to my friend the Duke.

And by that message...

He will know how to greet our beloved son Amled.

You, Ragnar...

I have a special task for you.

I think that everybody here knows that...

I have tried to be a father to poor Amled.

But, sadly...

He has not yet recovered.

And so, his mother and I have decided

That he shall embark upon a journey to England.

In the hope that new landscape...

And new people...

Shall restore his troubled mind.

In this message I have asked Duke Aethelwine,

Our long time friend...

To extend the hospitality of his Court...

To our dearly beloved son.

Torsten.

Aslak.

We entrust you...

Our most precious possesion.

And we hope that speedily we may be reunited...

in happier circumstances...

Both for ourselves...

And for Amled.

Take this satchel.

With everything I need when I return.

Leave it with Bjorn, we can trust him.

Now listen.

A man will arrive with the news that I am dead,

but it's all part of my plan.

Fenge will prepare my funeral feast and you must help him.

But have the tapestries ready...

And make sure they cover the walls of the King's Hall.

May this protect you.

Thiat, and my love.

"From Fenge, King of Jutland,

To his friend Aethelwine, Duke of Lindsay."

"I am sending you my brother's son, Amled...

who is possessed by madness."

"He has already assassinated two of my man...

and has designes upon my own life."

"Certain circumstances prevented me

from letting let justice take it's course here."

"Therefore, I beg you my friend... ,

to do what you would do...

with any wrongdoer."

My dear uncle, this will cost you dearly.

What shall we do?

They have no weapons.

We come from Jutland.

We carry a message for Duke Aethelwine.

You are welcome.

Who are you?

I am Aslak.

I am Torsten.

Where are you from?

From Denmark.

Who is with you?

Hardvendel son.

Who?

Amled, Prince of Jutland.

Amled?

Is he here?

Yes, my lord.

He we'll be here in a moment.

We run here quickly because there's something that we have to explain.

Yes.

Before you meet him my lord...

You must know something.

He is mad.

Mad?

I'm sorry to hear that.

I knew his father, and know his uncle. .

There's a message from the King Fenge.

Amled is very dangerous.

I am Amled, Prince of Jutland.

Welcome, prince Amled.

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My Lord.

Welcome to Lindsay.

Welcome to my Court!

Both to you... and your followers.

My dear faithful friends.

I'm so happy to see you.

And so you spring footed apparently.

I hurried as fast as I could, yet...

You still got here before me.

Loyal as dogs...

And quick as dogs on the scent of a prey, he?

Dogs? Yes.

What sound do dogs, my prince?

Amled... what sound does a dog make?

I do not know.

I believe they are the ones who are mad.

Now, you all must be tired after your long journey.

Amled, I trust you will be comfortable.

Alfred? My son will show you room.

You forced yourselves into my Court...

To give me some sort of...

Explanation.

Can I have it now, please?

Amled surprised us.

Hardly more than you surprised me.

Can I have the message?

Thank you.

Shall I read this to you?

Yes, please.

"From Fenge, King of Jutland,

To his friend, Aethelwine Duke of Lindsay."

"Take good care of Amled, my brother's son,

he is accompanied by two men with names Aslak and Torsten."

"Make sure they're hanged, as the traitors they are."

"my brother's son is gifted and clever,

but too youthful and trusting in his choice of companions."

My lord, my lord, please... please...

When your uncle Fenge and I met for the first time,

He and I was the same age as you and my son are now.

If you are both as fortunate as we have been,

You shall have many good days together.

By a law of hospitality,

We welcome all visitors to our house,

Whether they be strangers or old friends.

Our guest today comes as a stranger.

He is the son of King Hardvendel and nephew of King Fenge.

Therefore, Amled comes with all the welcome and standing

Of an old time friend.

Prince Amled, welcome to Lindsay.

Thank you for this welcome.

You said that I came here as a stranger,

but that's not completely true.

I've known you since I was a boy though you didn't know me.

And I have looked forward to this day for a long time.

But now I see that Lindsay's castle is just as magnificent as I was told.

And Lindsey's Duke is nobler a ruler, that one can imagine.

Thank you.

That's my daughter, Ethel.

Tell me more about her.

Can she ride?

As well as any man. That's from my brother.

We go out riding together, first thing every morning.

Tomorrow Alfred will pick you out one of our best horses,

He knows his stables better than I do.

- There's something that puzzles me. - What is it?

I rode with two escorts, but I can't see them here now.

Did you know that your uncle sent a written message?

No. What did it say?

Come with me.

Your uncle bid me, and our friendship makes his wish my command,

He bid me in his letter to hang those two men you asked for.

Hang?

My men are hanging on gallows, as food for crows?

Amled, you are my friend

But Fenge as been my friend for much longer.

It was he who asked me to put this men to death.

I'll pay the usual blood money, of course.

Blood money...

In gold.

Come now, twice the usual amount.

Triple.

Triple it shall be.

Triple.

Agreed?

Agreed.

It's a heavy load.

But there are heavier burdens than this.

What did you call this horse?

Kastilion. What do you think of him?

Fast and light.

We don't have many visitors from overseas.

Tell me about the land you come from.

- That's not so easy. - We have the whole day before us.

Look!

The army of the Asmir.

They are coming!

Tomorrow!

We will crash them!

There will be this much left of them!

Lindsay!

This is the kind of welcome the Duke of Lindsey,

could give you on his last day.

How many men do you see?

Not many.

Tomorrow will be the end.

Go back to Denmark, Amled.

Tell them what you saw.

Give me your men.

The living and the dead.

Your comrades have died, but not in vain.

We will avenge them!

Help me.

Are there five men among you,

who have the energy to fight again?

The Duke of Asmir won the battle today,

His men are waiting out there in the woods.

Tomorrow we'll see the final defeat...

of Lindsey...

or of Asmir.

It is up to you.

And you, my good friends from home, you come with us.

Surrender!

Or we will destroy you!

Prepare for attack!

Prepare for close combat.

They have taken all the horses.

What shall we do?

Let's go home.

We have them.

Shall we spare our people?

And settle this in single combat?

As you wish, caveman!

I am the Duke of Asmir.

You were!

What are you thinking about?

You must share your thoughts with me.

The good and the bad.

This is one of the bad ones.

What kind of a bad thought?

We must go home.

What could be more fitting than a Duke to give his daughter...

To the man who saved his Dukedom?

That's what should happen.

But Ethel has chosen Amled for herself.

So, I am bound to say,

Let her have her heart desire.

I have given triple blood money for your men,

I have given you my daughter,

but I owe you more, much more.

So, tell me what you wish.

Do you have a man we can trust?

Yes, of course.

Here's your man.

Send him to Denmark with a message

that everything went as Fenge wished.

Good evening, Björn.

Oh Amled, welcome back.

I am married now, Björn.

Greet your new queen, her name is Ethel.

Welcome to my humble home, Queen Ethel.

Thank you, Björn.

Do you have my satchel?

What do they know?

Fenge knows only that you're dead,

tonight they will celebrate your funeral feast.

Look after her well.

And so the message from Lindsey informs us of dear Amled's death.

He fought a great battle,

and his name will be remembered...

for evermore.

I raise this cup...

in the memory of his name.

Who are you? What do you want?

Have you forgotten me already...

my dear uncle?

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I am Amled.

We were told that you... You were dead.

People say so many things,

Some say you murdered my father.

Some even say you killed me.

Yet here I am,

Flesh and blood.

Now you see how little you should trust what people say.

Where is Aslak? And where Torsten?

This is Aslak, and this is Torsten.

He's mad, he is out of his mind. He has been all along.

Bring more drink!

Amled, sit with us.

This one should have been your funeral feast, Amled.

Let it be a celebration of your homing.

Go to Björn, come back in the morning.

This is Amled's wife.

Ethel.

Get up! The hall is burning, take the horses to safety.

Get up Fenge!

Your friends are burning!

Long live Amlet! Long live the king!

This is Ethel. My Queen.

Long live Ethel! Our Queen!