Original subtitles

Arnheid.

Then this must be Ketil's farm.

Who would have thought...

You guys were so close.

It was a walking distance of few days.

You look a bit drawn.

But you are even more

beautiful than before.

What? That is Arnheid's husband?

Is Hjalti doing well?

I bet he's grown a lot by now.

Gardar...

Hjalti is...

Come on.

Let's go back. The three of us.

To our home.

Home?

Don't take his hand, Arnheid!

If you do, I'll cut you down.

- Gardar! - Fox!

- Take Arnheid and stay behind me. - Yes!

Something's off about him, Boss.

For a second it seemed like he forgot that he was on the run.

Is it true that Lizard was killed?

Yes. His head was smashed.

I see.

He's here to take Arnheid away.

Guard her with your life.

Yes!

Are you Ketil?

What if I am?

I'll kill you!

Stop it, Gardar! This is insane!

Gardar!

Stop, Einar!

You don't know the whole story. What are you thinking?

Are you going to attack Snake?

I know the story!

Arnheid's husband has come to save her.

Don't you want Arnheid to be free?

I do! But look at the situation.

He has to take down three people to get away.

I know that I'm not strong enough to do anything. But still!

Einar! That's not what I'm trying to say.

Are you capable of killing someone?

It doesn't matter if it's a guest or not.

Can you really kill someone with this axe?

But...

Then what am I supposed to do?

That's a wise choice, Thorfinn.

Stay there and watch quietly.

I'll catch him alive.

We have to question him and confirm his identity.

Watch out, Boss! He's strong!

Who do you think...

you're talking to? You idiot!

He's not someone you can capture alive. Just kill him!

Shut up!

That was just a light warmup.

More like, were you guys able to strike him at least once?

Huh? Oh, unfortunately...

He's injured.

How could the three of you lose to one wounded man.

Just as I thought. That's the spot.

Badger, tie him up.

- Gardar! - Amazing! He got him in no time!

Gardar!

Arnheid!

Arnheid!

Arnheid!

- Arnheid! - Walk!

Don't let your guard down.

Always have five people watching him.

Also, go and tell Kjallakr's uncle

that we caught a suspect.

Roger.

Well then...

You look like you have something to say.

But a slave has no say in the matter.

Can't you let him go?

This is too cruel.

He killed one of my men.

He's suspected of having killed others too.

On top of that, he wants to kill the master

and steal Arnheid, who is the master's favorite.

There's no way I can let someone like that go.

Forget about him, Arnheid.

That wasn't your husband.

It was just a crazy runaway slave.

Listen, don't get involved in this matter.

Take care of Gramps for me.

- Wait, Einar. - Einar...

Please stay seated.

Dinner is almost ready.

If it's at night...

While it's still dark, we might be able to

sneak inside the fort and rescue Gardar.

If we don't do anything,

your husband will be executed for sure.

I appreciate it.

But it's fine.

Some things are out of our control.

When things like that happen, it's best to do nothing.

You stay still

and wait for the storm to pass.

Einar, don't let yourself be caught up in the storm.

Do you not

like Gardar?

I do.

Our marriage was arranged by our parents,

but he was kind

to me and our son.

Well then, let's go!

Even if it means fighting with Snake,

it's better than doing nothing.

Isn't that right, Thorfinn?

Please, Thorfinn. Lend us your help.

I'll distract the guards so you...

I...

lost my son over a pot.

Will you let me talk a little about myself?

About my past...

Our family

lived in a certain village in Sweden.

We were neither wealthy nor poor,

but it was peaceful.

Around the time our son was one,

a swamp that produced iron was discovered deep within a faraway forest.

It led to a conflict between

several groups who wanted

rights to the swamp.

Among those involved in the conflict

was Gardar's friend,

and he came to ask for his help.

Gardar told everyone in the village about it

and the men discussed the topic

of whether to join the fight or not.

If we win, we get iron.

The conclusion the men came up with was

to join.

When the women heard about it, we were shocked.

After all, our village was not

in need of pots or blades for our sickles.

Despite that,

there was no way for women

to overturn a decision made by men.

Please reconsider, Gardar.

It's not like we're struggling because we don't have iron.

Why are you risking your life for something we don't even need?

Arnheid...

We do need it.

Yngve of the west is a very ambitious man.

If his family gets a hold of the iron,

the balance of power in this area will fall apart.

Plus, our village will become prosperous.

That includes both of you too.

Hjalti!

Your father is going to fight to protect you.

I couldn't understand.

Hey! Ouch!

If he wanted to protect us,

all he needed to do was stay by our side.

All of the young men went to war

and the women and children left behind protected the homes.

A few weeks went by like that.

Then...

Look...

When we saw the boats,

we thought the men had returned.

But they were...

They targeted us knowing that all the men were gone.

They burned our houses and killed the elderly.

The women were put inside boats

and taken away.

I...

Hjalti was...

Hjalti!

Stop! No! Hjalti!

Today, when I saw Gardar,

I felt terrified of him.

All of the pain he has suffered

must have changed him.

Now, he himself

is the storm.

This time...

This time

I will make sure to protect

my child from the storm created by men.

Child?

I found out just the other day.

Right now, I am carrying Master Ketil's child.

I'm sure this child will be welcomed by the master.

He was longing for a child, after all.

As long as I'm on this farm,

I will be able to peacefully

raise a healthy child.

So, Einar...

Let things be

until the storm passes.

Let things be...

I thought you were

going to wait for the storm to pass,

Arnheid.

You were listening, Old Master?

You guys seem to think I've gone completely senile,

but my mind is still working fine. Don't underestimate me.

I just want to care for his wounds, that's all.

I know

that I shouldn't see him anymore.

And yet, I don't know why...

There was a time

when I also waited patiently for a storm to pass.

Actually, I was just hiding.

While trembling...

This was more than 20 years ago.

At the time, my son Ketil

and a beautiful girl from the same town had fallen in love with each other.

But one day,

that girl caught the eye of Ebbe, a man who was

gradually increasing his influence in the surrounding area.

We were forced to make a difficult decision.

Ketil was ready to take up arms

in order to protect the girl.

But at the time, we weren't as powerful as we are now

and many feared Ebbe.

They thought we would be destroyed if we went against his wishes.

In the end, we decided

to obey.

How can I call myself a Nordic man...?

I offered up a girl

just to save my own skin.

Then...

on the girl's wedding day...

It was the act of

a man who loathed Ebbe and envied his wealth.

By the time we heard the news and rushed over there,

everything had been burned down already.

Why...?

Why do these things always happen?

All I can say is that...

you may be able to let the storm pass

but it will still leave you with scars.

I'm sorry I can't be of any help.

I will be right back.

"Storm."

Subtitle translation by: Kiko Morita