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My Lord God, why do you not listen to me? Cast your gaze upon me, a soldier of God. There is justification.

PRINCE OF DARKNESS

Respond to your soldier. Why are you deaf towards me?

In the middle of January I directed that I be taken to the Bishop of Iceland, because of the pact I had made with the Devil.

The help of the Bishop has been my only hope for deliverance from the torment of Hell.

Why does he have a gun?

He has been determined not to be taken by the Devil. He fought with the Devil in the

church, in the home, in the animal quarters, and even in the manure pile.

Yes, especially in the manure pile.

He says that the Devil has come for his soul.

He has taken up his pistol . . . and aiming at the door.

Pastor Jon, I have brought you Holy Gifts.

It is I, Bishop Brynjolfur

He will not deter for any other objective. The Devil has come to get me.

If he takes you, then for the rest of us all more there is no salvation.

You have shown more zeal in your struggle with the Prince of Darkness than anyone else.

For this the Lord will reward you.

I . . . I made a pact with his envoy.

I . . . I sold my soul to the Evil One.

Only you are able to implore the Lord to forgive me.

If your wish is to assuage your soul, then I will hear you out.

I . . . here is my confession. I wrote it with the blood . . . of my heart.

If the Lord God sees the confession which I have written in this book, he will forgive me.

A narration of loathsome temptations, which the Devil planted in my body to destroy my soul.

Anno Domini 1658. I, Jon Magnusson, a soldier of God,

- In this graduation class our best pupil - . . . has lain in bed in very poor health

- . . . Studies went well for him - . . . and for almost 50 years, - . . . all with excellent results.

. . . I have called on the Lord to have mercy on me.

And to recover I was forced by deceit to sell my soul to the Evil One.

And because of this the Lord rejected me.

Lord, you that fought with the Evil One Satan in heaven and cast him into the depths of Hell.

Your soldier at your feet asks for protection and promises to fight with Lucifer on earth

and to expose sorcerers of the Devil so that the Kingdom of God spreads throughout the world and that Good is victorious.

In your letter it is written that you will take as your wife Thorkatla, the widow of your predecessor.

How old is Thorkatla?

Women are like wine, the older the better they are.

The Lord has become angry, his wrath is seen everywhere. The wrath of God has laid waste to entire villages and . . . and . . . and the

weak have been damned. And it has been horrible. So horrible that . . . that . . . that it cannot be expressed in words.

The Lord has released the Devil into the world such that, the Devil, in a word, the world is

the Devil and the Devil is the world, as said by the great reformer, the teacher Luther.

You graduates must save simple people from drunkeness and dalliance in dancing and Catholic heresy, which reduces existence to

a den of rogues. You must safeguard the church of God from submersion into the abyss of the pagan heresy of Odin, Thor, and

the perils of celebacy. Forward into battle. You are the soldiers of God.

A soldier of God.

Forward into battle!

My joy on that day was without limit, until the Lord reminded me of the deeds of the Prince of Darkness and the specter of death,

by which authorities punish women disregarding the divine for the sake of the flesh and falling into the temptations of the Devil.

The Lord unleashed his wrath laying waste to entire villages. And at each place of refuge thronged the destitute emaciated by hunger

amidst wolves and rogues, the means of which their crimes were recompensed with starvation.

Take me with you.

The Lord will reward you.

Wait. Wait.

The Lord will punish you.

This gust of wind was strange.

billowing snow as though snorted by a beast.

But when I managed to fall asleep a thought occurred to me. The Tempter-Devil was making his way sneaking through this wasteland.

A soldier of God had been cast alone into the wilderness.

The deprivation was so severe that it seemed to me that the grace of God had abandoned the people of our land and each of us is doomed to

starvation. This wretched impoverished woman, who lay here freezing to death, moved by maternal love, covered her children

with pitiful rags. She is worthy of God's blessing.

I asked the Lord not to abandon me. Still before me was a long journey of many days

in the most foul weather. Could it truly be that God has forgotten Iceland?

My heart filled with divine joy when I saw through the storm the church of my new parish.

Bewitch. Bewitch.

Drink.

Dance. Let's dance.

Let's drink. Let's drink. And get drunk. Good and drunk.

Let's drink. Drink up.

Let's drink.

Drink. Drink.

Get Satan out of the house of the Lord.

Who the Hell are you?

I am a soldier of God.

Well . . . soldier. Have a drink.

Well, soldier. Have a drink.

Drink. Well, drink.

What is this?!

You have reduced the house of my Father to a den of rogues.

An abyss will swallow up this church.

I was young and inexperienced. I did not have a grip on things. But then my eyes opened and I understood that the fury rushing into

me was an initial assault by the Devil. The Devil had affixed himself into the very foundation of the church.

Where shall I put his things?

A marriage contract.

You are so young. And so beautiful.

How old were you when your husband died?

Welcome, you my new husband.

So, you are not . . . ?

She is in our employ. She cleans up the spittle in the church.

I am Pall Palsson in your employ and church sexton. We were simply having a good time.

A good time in the church of God with Lucifer.

We had waited such a long time for you.

The pastor's wife had given us permission.

Snorri, my son.

Come greet your new papa.

So very quiet.

He is now master in this house.

Then I shall take back my pillow.

Are you tired? There is so much work for us to do.

The widow of my predecessor took care of me as befits an exemplary spouse.

But I still did not understand the words of the Bishop that wine becomes better with age.

Henceforth, do not help me look after my husband. Otherwise . . .

The pastor's wife will please him with her "hole".

Henceforth, take care over how you express yourself. From now on you are no longer in our employ.

A hole she now uncovers guards against the holes of others.

Her hole no longer frail in love with her virgin male.

You do not want for a loss of words.

I have seen angels of the Lord in my dreams, but now one of them seems to have appeared before me on earth. Her aroma stimulated

my sense of smell, filled with the fragrance of fresh hay and the breath of spring.

I was filled with veneration and desired to express words of veneration expressing my admiration of a creature of God.

And to accomplish a great deed, a miraculous deed in the name of all gracious God.

Why is it she who resides in my heart and not the wife you have given me?

When I look a her, desire torments me. Her fragrance wafts into my dreams.

And when she opens her mouth, I hear divine sounds.

What's wrong with you?

You are wet.

A husband and wife are one flesh. A single body. So it is written in the holy scripture.

In this difficult moment a commentary from the teacher Luther on the word of God came to my assistance. Husband and wife are one

in the soul, but the body belongs to Satan, and Satan catches man in a web of sin and forces him to take pleasure in his frail

flesh so that he becomes destined for the flames of Hell. I desired that my wife

understand that God would be pleased if I slept with my legs opposing her.

Frida, my doggy, come here.

Where are my father and brother?

They said that they no longer serve the virgin.

Mama?

They don't serve me either.

Frida.

Come here, come here. Here my doggy.

In Heaven there is no frigid weather. No illness, no catching cold.

The tables there are piled with blood sausage, lush raisins, liver sausage with sugar, and ham aged with fat.

And there for everyone there will be plenty of sweets, beer, clear wine, and dried cod.

But in Hell there will be bowls filled with fiscid scum. There'll be no meat and nothing to drink but the bitter tears of sinners.

Disease will take over the flesh, and the torture will be so intolerable that

your eyes will protrude from their sockets when the flesh gets seared in hellish fire.

I say to you women that one moment in Hell will be far more intolerable,

than the pain of childbirth lasting a thousand years.

Amen. Amen.

Her hole no longer frail In love with her virgin male

Takes pleasure out of sight In the dark of the night.

At the height of the singing my wife's face became contorted as though stricken by a sudden illness, and at that time it did not

occur to me that the cause of her perturbation was loathsome, indecent runes, which somone had written in her prayer-book.

Luther says that we are lackeys at the coaching inn of Satan. The world is his whore and our feelings are his offspring.

In our earthly lives the almighty Lord has prepared for us ordeals, and he has released the Devil into the world for he wishes to

determine how weak we are in spirit and our capability to be his worshipers.

And the Devil employs temptations for the flesh in order to cast us into Hell.

Ah, you a doll of the Devil. The indecent runes were done by your hand. You apostate.

And a sinful life gives Satan the possibility to tempt us sinners, who are nothing other than worms in a pile of manure . . .

You worthless bitch! You animal!

. . . and grime in the Devil's rectum. Amen.

The mother came to mass with Thuridur and her suitor, but the father and brother did not come.

Thank you.

He is very talented. We should congratulate him.

I soon found out what had happened.

The indecent runes in my wife's prayer-book were written by Thuridur's brother, Pall Palsson,

but Thuridur had to endure a scolding from my wife and leave our employ.

It was all because of Pall the Younger.

In our house.

I know his words.

"A hole no longer frail."

And what is my man thinking of doing?

Merciful God, give me strength to save the honor of the wife that you have given me.

So that I can punish slanderers heaping abuse on others.

And to compensate that with her we are not one flesh.

He has turned up here. That devil of a virgin.

Offer the soldier some boiled meat. He deserves something for his good work.

You ought to have your hand cut off.

What is that about?

You do not recognize your handwriting, you lecher?

I came to help you apologize for your delinquency and be pardoned by my wife.

So to you it matters little that that old hole drove off my sister?

You devil!

So you invoke the Devil? For that you lose all your privileges in the church. All!

You dog! Away with you! Out of here, out, out!

You are driving me off?

Away with you!

Hold your tongue. You are pointing me to the door?

Let's throw the virgin out.

And remember. You come again and you will get the same reception.

Come to me.

He has fallen asleep.

That night in no way did I close my eyes.

I had to look at how sinners indulge their flesh in such excess I could not even think of in the darkest corner of my mind.

Though the demon of lust tormented my flesh, I in no way gave in, and I endeavered to concentrate my thoughts on the word of God.

On my way home I did not take joy in my victory in that Thuridur said that Pall the Younger had agreed to seek pardon for his

indecent verse in front of the entire congregation. After all, I will have to prepare myself for the difficult task of

trying to persuade my wife to reconcile with the outcome, so she forgives that which is impossible to forgive.

Let me rest in peace, woman.

At the bottom of our conjugal bed a staff turned up on which was carved pagan runes. That means that he had lain between us.

That was his work. Those foul runes chill the desire of a man and woman to become one body.

What God does not do so everything is for the better. God gave me this staff of sorcery as

irrefutable evidence that accomplices of the Devil wished to ruin my marriage.

And to entice me in a snare of sin by which the Devil entangles those who deviate from their lawful wife.

My wife had to endure terrible abuse where someone strove to hurt her honor with this verse:

"Her hole no longer frail, In love with her virgin male, takes pleasure out of sight,

In the dark of the night."

The perpetrator of this obscenity desires to ask for forgiveness. If the intent is from a clean heart, my wife and I shall forgive you.

So now Pall Palsson the Younger, before the entire congregation,

Come forth.

Say, "I am deeply remorseful that I tainted my soul with filth,"

I am deeply remorseful that I tainted my soul with filth,

- "against this upright and guiltless woman." - against this upright and guiltless woman.

"And this I swear to the Lord, and I summon his anger and punishment,"

And this I swear to the Lord, and I summon his anger and punishment,

"If I have occupied myself with any other kind of sorcery."

- If I have occupied myself with any . . . - "With any other kind of of sorcery!"

"Any other kind of sorcery!!"

These runes are foul pagan symbols, written with blood from the rectum of the Devil in order to torment.

The only begotten son said, "Get out from me, Satan, get out!"

But you a diabolical sorcerer say, "Come to me, Satan. Come to me, Satan. Come to me, Satan!"

"Give me the strength for the destruction of life."

These satanic runes, did you carve them?

No.

These runes are for treatment. The pastor's wife knows this.

Tell him.

You. You traitor!

What?

Why run off?

And so his accomplice is also leaving. Or perhaps he is the principal instigator of mortal sin?

If this verse about the pastor's wife is mortal sin . . .

then the majority of us sitting here are sinners. You know, that is how they talk about this respectable lady.

Mama!

Mama!

Call off your messenger to the magistrate.

I beg of you. You are after all good, and you know God is merciful. My father and brother said what they did out of a fit of anger.

What has befallen you?

I cannot go against you. You are my pastor. And I have come to you, I hold you in respect, and I wish to walk on the path of God.

Forgive them. It is what Christ would do.

I am not Christ.

I know that you can save them. It is right that you desire to do so.

Do you not trust me?

This is the house of God and not a place of evil.

I will do anything that pleases God.

I don't want this.

God wants this.

Think of the souls of your father and brother.

No, you must not.

I serve him.

I know what is pleasing to God.

Thuridor . . .

I have good intentions.

An abyss of sin is opened by Satan when he feels that he cannot get us with trickery.

Then he catches people with netting of which there is nothing more effective

than corporal desires swirling around in their body.

Thuridur came to entangle me in a net of sin of the flesh in order to save her father and brother from the magistrate, Magnus Magnusson

for whom I sent and who serves our sovereign king.

Magnus with his erudition gained recognition even abroad. And he married a well-bred lady from Heidelberg. He was a brilliantly

educated jurist, and it was said that he was more willing than others at employing scorching-hot tongs at interrogations.

Christina?

Stop here.

Christina.

Here is some cloth. Hold on.

- How is the baby? - It's moving. '

Sinners. Confess. Confess. Confess. Confess. Confess.

I confess. I confess. I confess.

Do you agree with everything that I have said?

- Yes, I agree with everything in order that . . . . - With everything that I've said.

Yes.

And you?

Do you also wish that your soul will be saved on Judgment Day?

I wish that I be forgiven.

But do you confess to sorcery?

Yes.

You have become witnesses to a miracle.

A miracle. They have confessed.

And now I forgive them, forgive them with all my heart.

Let's pray together and express our gratitude to the Lord.

I am grateful to you God that I shall live and not be put to the fire.

I am grateful to you God - these unfortunate men will be considered worthy of eternal life after they take their punishment here.

You said that our confession would save us from the fire.

Do not anger God. Your confession does not save your body from execution but your soul from the Devil. And the manner of execution

for your physical body has been prescribed by an official of our sovereign king based on your confession. Amen.

You promised. You traitor.

Watch what you say, you blasphemer.

I exposed envoys of the Devil and with neither torture nor interrogation opened their heart for confession.

And this thought came to me: Father, give me strength so that in the future I can accomplish good works under your direction.

Go lie down and rest. It would be better for you not to view the execution.

The waves will wash the coals into the sea, and then there is less risk that ash remains. Now it is low tide.

The relatives of condemned must take care so that there is enough firewood, but the slower they burn, the more time for them to repent.

Our teacher Luther called a slow and agonizing death a bathing for the soul.

The conduct of the magistrate indicated that the matter seemed to him in no way remarkable though the condemned themselves confessed.

The horse has enough.

He won't hold any more.

Thuridor. Thuridor.

Do not dispair. Pray to God so he will save them.

- The Lord opened their hearts. ' - No other punishment awaits them.

No hot tongs.

Nothing.

I pass judgment on these unfortunate men with all severity, which later cannot be rescinded.

To save them from the fire, tell me before I read sentencing.

This is a book from abroad on the Devil and the demons watching over Hell.

No one knows where their possession leads

At first to detestable runes.

Here the Devil copulates with a girl

The Devil is not only a lover of wanton women, he is a father by raping them,

and then he becomes a son that she nurses, the son that sucks milk from her breasts.

This book is intended exclusively for scholars and is forbidden to the masses.

I would like some honey.

What?

That simpleton with the gun resembles a fat sausage.

He is the stepson of Pastor Jon.

We should be respectful.

It seems to me as though nothing really happened.

It's the Devil.

I saw the Devil.

- My lovely child. ' - Don't touch my eye. - His eye is all bloody.

The Devil wanted to break loose their bounds.

My child.

He jumped straight at the gun, and it went off.

- That gun can kill any beast in the woods. - It was loaded with a silver ball. ' Only silver is effective against the Devil.

You must save him.

Show us what you can do.

Water.

I'll heat some.

This is my father and my brother.

Mama, I don't see anything.

Give me the gun. He, what? Took the gun?

Don't leave.

Save them.

Could it be that this angel is a tool of the Devil in order to lead me into temptation?

And to save the vile sorcerers from the punishment that they deserve?

Or is she really the queen of angels?

Is she doing things only out of love for her father and brother?

Help me, Lord, to distinguish one from the other.

The Devil knows more than I.

Is it really obligatory to burn them?

If I do not carry out my responsibility in all due diligence, a man like Pastor Jon will certainly complain to the higher authorities.

If he wishes to mitigate the sentence, he will let me know about it in church.

These two unfortunate men, Pall the Younger and Pall the Elder, confessed without reserve to cutting on a staff foul pagan signs to

undermine the health of Pastor Jon Magnusson with the purpose of tormenting him to take possession of his supply of provisions and

to gain ecclesiastical privileges.

They confessed to their guilt and are sentenced to be consumed to ash in a blazing fire. No one should turn their eyes away from this.

I ask the Lord to open up his arms to your souls, just as I now open them up to you.

We will run off.

Save me from the fire. You promised to save me.

You very well know how much strength I exerted to save your souls from eternal burning in the fires of Gehenna.

I do not want to be burned.

The Lord is merciful.

Earthly fire is only a weak tickling up against the flames of Hell, which are so terrible that in comparison any

other torment would be pleasant.

You forced us to confess. You traitor, you . . .

Do not let the Devil take control over your tongue now when you must repent.

I have never betrayed anyone. I have only helped, and so this is your gratitude.

Save them. You promised to save them.

Devil . . . you Devil.

Satan. Truly Satan.

Magistrate!

Pastor Jon promised me to save my father and brother from the fire. Tell your husband that he is a traitor to them.

He promised to save them. Help me.

I would be glad to help, but I cannot.

- Do not use up all the brush. ' - He said for them to burn slowly.

We have gathered here to witness what kind of punishment awaits those who've lost faith and those who've sold themselves to the Evil One.

Merciful God, take them to you quickly. Do not let them suffer long in the fire.

Forgive them.

Take them quickly.

One does not burn either in this world or in that world.

Behold the wondrous work of the Lord. Good conquers all.

Here God's will has been done.

Burn, you Devils!

No!

- Quiet, you scoundrels! ' - Suffer, you who are damned!

No one should avert their eyes.

I want to leave.

This is what remains of Pall the Younger.

I kept wondering as to why yet alive he ran out of the fire.

And it seemed as though the voice of God whispered to me,

"He did not run out. The fire rejected him out of sheer disgust.

It was repulsive to the fire to burn that sorcerer."

Now ashes, entirely.

This?

He made it?

A cap, lady's.

Silk.

Pastor Jon out of generosity has left this cap for the girl.

When I looked at Thuridur with her cap, I saw around her a black halo, similar the one in the book that the magistrate had shown me.

That halo is a threat to the kingdom of God, which I desired to serve in on earth.

This was the first sign from the grace of God that the bitch was involved in sorcery and that the spells had in no way been dispelled.

The day has been difficult. You are strong. Now it is for you to support your betrothed so that she does not fall into dispair.

Can that be so difficult?

A man sharing a bed with the same woman that the Devil does becomes in league with the Devil.

He himself then gets entangled with him,

and around her head a black halo can be seen.

Sveinn, we must work together and help Thuridur.

If she does anything that seems suspicious, do not fear but tell me about it.

What might she do?

That is for you to judge. I am relying on you.

I know about enlightenment of the mind where an indestructive joy in exposing delusions gives earthly eyes a spiritual vigilance

and these eyes see the Finger of God.

That night before my mind's eye appeared Thuridur pressing her dog up against her breasts.

At first I did not understand why, but just as a baby is instilled with its mother's love from her milk, which in full measure fuses the

essence of the mother to the baby, so the dog is infused with the power of Thuridur's sorcery, and my body was poisoned

so that I could not be one flesh with the wife that the Lord had sent me. - Seems like the spells are no more.

I felt in my body an abomination of sorcery, though those serving the Devil were totally destroyed by fire.

However if they were not totally consumed, that is, if the fire did not want to burn them completely but leave behind ashes?

A dog found something in the ash. With this understanding my earthly ears then detected heavenly sounds.

And the voice of God whispered, "Her father and brother became easy gain for the Devil. She learned from them her art, and now

the bitch searches their burned entrails in order to perfect her sorcery.

Burn them again."

And again I felt an invincible joy in my heart and a dispersion of lust.

Because now I walk the path of the Lord.

I summoned Thuridor to me in order to ascertain that she does not acquire the form

of a wolf and that she does not ride on her dog to the Sabbaths.

My heavenly Father,

give me strength to protect my beautiful angel from Lucifer

so that she does not get accused and brought to trial.

Could the Devil have taken her charms and beauty into this service?

I will do whatever it takes to determine this. And I shall proceed however it pleases you to thoroughly test her as your behest directs.

I prayed for you all night.

This is a test.

It is said in the Bible that if a girl becomes close to the Devil, around her a black halo will be visible.

If she shares her bed with the Devil, then on her private parts there will be a sign.

This is a test.

Sit down.

What are you doing?

I am helping you.

When you put on the cap that the magistrate with my permission gave you, I saw around you

a black halo, just like the crown around the moon as in the book.

A black eagle has come down here, and I stand next to him.

You summoned me in order to tell me this?

I will speak to you clearly.

It seems to me that inside you there is some kind of impediment.

It is not a hymen.

There is something else there.

It is something from within.

Show before God your innocence.

If in that place there is no mark of the Devil then you have nothing to fear, and the black halo about you will disappear without a trace.

I love you, I love you, lovely creature of God. I thirst for you, I am charmed by you, I want to be with you always.

You will assist me in good works. Why would I marry you with Sveinn and forget about this?

What is it you want? To take me as your mistress?

Do not use such words.

Thorkatla drove me off, and you stared after me indifferently.

- We will find . . . ' - Will she be glad if I return?

We will think of something to get rid of her.

How?

She simply came to me as part of the parish. She is old, sickly, and frail.

Are you planning on divorcing her?

At that time I will have to leave my position. I promise the future for us. It will not take long.

You promised to save my father and brother.

The magistrate was cowardly. He issued the verdict, not I.

You could have withdrawn your accusation.

I tried however I could to convince the magistrate, but he only reiterated that they themselves confessed.

They confessed to sorcery.

The magistrate was only doing his duty. I turned to you, . . . my spiritual master, because

I thought that I could believe you and that you . . . are decent.

So now you doubt my decency. But when you wanted to save the sorcerers from punishment, you were not so cold.

They were my father and brother. Now I have no papa, nothing to lose, you cannot buy me.

Don't let the Devil poison your reason.

Who is the Devil? It is you who is the Devil.

Hold your tongue.

The Lord sees everything.

Do not compel me to fulfill my responsibility and lodge an accusation against you. I pardon you if you do not know what you are saying.

I would sacrifice my position in order to kiss you.

I feel cold. I see around you a black halo. Devilish whore, take your pleasure with the Devil without limit, but

you will not seduce me! Whore! Strumpet! Away! Away!

Get-on-out . . . Sa-tan!

You bitch of darkness!

I for the first time felt a disgust towards the word of God. Loathsome thoughts came into my brain, just as though an abyss of sin gaped

wide open, desiring to swallow me.

Do not lure into a net of sin my papa.

You bitch!

Frida!

Pastor Jon said that I must prove that I am not intimate with the Devil.

Why?

He sees around me a black halo.

Like in that book?

If something creeps into your spirit without your knowledge, Pastor Jon alone is the one who can cleanse it.

He offered to cleanse me.

How?

By sleeping with me.

The lecher.

Do you want this? Have you done so with him?

Do you not understand what kind of person I am?

Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.

I will not let this go.

He yet does not know whom he is dealing with.

I will take him to court. The lecher.

I try to divest myself of loathsome temptations, tirelessly repeating these words of consolation,

"The lamb of God sitting on God's throne has mercy on me."

If I should say something disagreeable to God, then sew up my mouth.

I feared that my tongue may again issue indecent speech.

Whore . . . take me.

Bitch, take me. Cold chaos of God.

The lackey to the Devil has come.

Pastor Jon.

This is Sveinn.

Dog. Bitch of Satan, that which cohabits with her is no better. Though the whore wears a silk cap. The Devil himself brought you here.

I interpreted his wretched behavior as torments of an unclean conscience and recognition of irrefutable guilt.

There were no others with the tormenting temptations like I had except for Snorri, my good stepson, who racked with fleshly

desires bravely set out to meet with the magistrate in order to bring accusations against Thuridur.

I urged Snorri to tell everything, holding back

nothing, so that here scorching tongs would be put to good use and make up for past failure of the court.

This bitch in a silk cap with blood of the Devil,

and bearing a family resemblance to the Devil,

at night rummages under the clothing of my father.

No one should get away with this.

She is even a more terrible sorcerer than her father and brother. We will intimidate the

bitch with tongs to make her confess before she lays waste to my father.

A bitch is not better though wearing a silk cap.

Pastor Jon Magnusson has accused you of sorcery.

And he demands your death,

by fire if you are found guilty.

Friki, wait here. Tie the mounts to this iron.

Christina.

I am getting worse.

Hold me.

Hold me tightly.

We are without sin.

I want to know what she can do.

Put your hand on this book. Say, "Out, Satan."

Out, Satan.

This evening I felt pain. Here and here, but the birth should only be after another month.

Save my baby.

I can help you give birth, but whether the baby lives or not does not depend on me.

I want something to drink. Water.

You are experienced at this.

Arrange with him to save my baby.

Believe in the Lord.

Whether my baby lives or not does not depend on God, but on the Devil, who is stronger. I will make a pact with him.

Help me so that the baby will live.

Do what you can.

And don't leave me.

Is this sorcery?

I am tired.

The mighty witch. She with neither fear nor dread manifests her malice.

But if she is deprived of that on which she travels, then she turns out to be of no use to the Devil.

And here the Lord has created a miracle in that Thuridur's man on his own good will has come to me.

Bitch of Satan!

And brought me the dog on which the witch goes to Sabbaths.

Put the cap on the dog.

On the dog!

There is a resemblance with the Devil.

Go summon the Devil! Your only beloved, you devilish bitch!

The Lord gave you courage. I see this in your eyes. But the Lord will give you even more,

if you will be my principle witness in accusing Thuridur, and then you will not burn together with the dog.

Best to let me go . . . and you will never see me again.

You wish to run off?

But then how would the authorities determine that you do not indulge the Devil?

You ought to live. I would like for you to become clean.

You're so nice looking.

I did nothing wrong.

Now we are happy.

I would like to dance.

She has departed this world and is going to a better one.

I must thank you for your help. I do not believe that you are a witch.

But it is necessary for me to fulfill my responsibility, or Pastor Jon will issue a complaint on me to the higher authorities.

We must convince him that you are not a witch. We will make him withdraw his accusation.

I do not know if it is possible to convince him. He has dark intentions. And truth does not matter to him.

I am an official. Name me somebody who would swear that you are not a witch.

Sveinn, my fiance.

They have come to arrest me.

Pastor Jon will not get me.

Mama.

Sveinn was afraid.

Thuridur turned Sveinn into one who indulges the Devil. She made him hang himself so he would not reveal what she is.

For this, in order to drive away sinners from my home, the dog was hung in the thistles near my house.

So for some time her spells on me had no effect.

The whore is there near the dog. Get me the gun.

I in no way wish to exaggerate the danger which was opened up to my soul in order that my faith be strengthened.

But least of all did I expect such stupidity from an authority in bringing Thuridur to me without fetters and prepared to do anything.

Do you appear to me in the flesh or as a spirit?

Do not touch the dog.

She is my prisoner. I am responsible for her.

Wait, only by authorized scientific methods . . . . will we test her.

I want that Thorkatla sees how it goes under the tongs.

At first . . . trial with the Body of Christ.

If Thuridor cannot approach the Holy Gifts, then we go to the tongs.

Then it will not matter if the Devil tries for Thorkatla.

The delusion which originated in sorcery was so strong that it seemed to me as though one of his angels was sleeping here. I confess to

God that my nostrils again filled with an aroma of the spring of my youth yet more captivating than before. I felt strength and

power. Lust tormented my flesh. And in my mind an abyss of sin opened up, and diabolical temptation nearly destroyed me.

But then I was granted a miracle that came to my rescue as your voice whispered to me,

"Stand firm and in no way give in, because this temptress is waiting for her only beloved, the Devil himself."

So whom are you waiting for?

In accordance with the order of the magistrate a final ordeal has been prepared for you starting with the Body of Christ.

I must tie you, and if you turn out to be a witch, the bonds will hold firm.

The Devil is scampering on the roof.

I prepared such that the Holy Communion would tear from Thuridur her angelic guise and she be reduced to a diabolical whore-witch

lying exhausted from lust under Satan.

You still consider me a witch?

Not at all. You will try to prove that you are not a witch.

I have this terrible thirst.

The Lord abhors sorcery . . . as it is written by his words,

Leviticus, chapter 20,

"If a man or woman be a soothsayer or an expounder of tokens, the same should die the death, they shall be stoned,

their blood be upon them."

And also in Exodus, chapter 22, "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."

Not willing to undergo a trial by ordeal would prove that you are a witch.

God is righteous. Give me the strength not to give in.

What is it that your are muttering?

- Give me strength. ' - Are you summoning the Devil? If you pray, God will not heed you.

You are not praying to God, you are calling on the Devil, your only beloved.

No, no.

The Devil has come.

- You Devil! ' - That's whom you want? You bitch! '

- You Devil! - You bitch! - You Devil!

Bi-i-itch!

Here you are running into the pit of darkness.

Don't let the Devil out!

. . . of the Devil.

Papa!

The ball is buried deep inside, and I do not know what to do. If it is not taken out, the wound will get infected.

Daughter of the Devil!

You nearly lost your life, driving out of her the Devil.

I will die before she stops worshipping the Devil.

I shall be tied up with prosecutions and other items of business.

The infection will surely spread. Pastor Jon said that you are stronger at sorcery than your father or brother.

He asks for you help.

It was you who saved the baby by magic.

My father taught me how to treat people, but you set fire to him.

True sorcerers do not burn. They escape. Otherwise they are not sorcerers.

Not only my life, but my soul was also at stake. When I lay in blood with the ball firmly embedded deep within me,

I was left to the will of Thuridur since only she knew how to remove the ball.

There is submission to the Devil for more trifling cause if God does not come to help.

Take it out.

I castrate stallions and rams, but I do not know about balls from guns. I cannot get it out.

If I live through this, I will worship him.

You will worship God?

No, the Devil.

You are ready to sell your soul?

If I die now all the same I will burn in Hell.

Thuridur, you . . .

If he dies . . .

You have a choice.

I am accused of sorcery, and that is a mortal sin.

As the opinion of a magistrate, treatment such as this is from the grace of God.

I hoped that if I were to be so fortunate to remain alive, God would save me, and my soul

would not go to the devil as with the pact which I had now concluded.

But if I had died at that time, only one fate awaited me - the eternal tortures of Hell.

Compared with the fires of Hell, any other pain would be easy and agreeable.

I shall cut out the vessels of the Devil.

The magistrate turned out to be an agent of the Devil. I fell into a trap. It was a trap for the Devil to take possession of my soul.

She cut them out?

Wait a moment, and I will show you.

Now do you understand how the Devil has come for a soldier of God? I was deceived.

Do you think that Luther fell into Hell?

He also was weak and sinned grievously.

But he knew the more serious the sin, the greater the forgiveness.

You will be forgiven.

The Lord is strict. He sent his son to torture on the cross in order to test him.

And he allowed the Devil to prey upon and torture one destitute as I for all my life.

The Lord makes us suffer to keep us obedient.

It has not been necessary to keep me obedient as I was never one to oppose God. But I pray to him to intensify my suffering.

How?

As with his son. On the cross just like his son.

Then the Lord will see me and listen to me.

Have his cross erected on top of the spit. Secure him fast so that he does not fall off.

And when he gets cold, help him come down from the cross.

O Lord, my God. Do you wish to see me in this trial as you did your only begotten son?

I offer myself up for the sake of others so they do not burn in Hell. I offer you my best wishes from the flames of the earth.

God of Mercy. Save me from the fires of Gehenna.

Or is more required of me?

And there is no fire hotter than this.