All language subtitles for The Wingfeather s01e06 The Jewels of Anniera.eng

Without that blasted wagon, we'll never
reach the Black River crossing before

daylight.

What's our plan?

Stay ahead of the fangs, lad. But where
are we going?

Dugtown.

We're moving to Dugtown?

Just a stop along the way, child.

The way to where?

There's a fella there can get us passage
to the ice prairies.

The ice prairies?

What's in the ice prairies besides bomb
nubbles and snow blizzards?

Well, hope.

For starters.

Because Fang slowed down in the cold.
We'd be safer up north, right?

Aye, lad.

Now you're thinking like a battle
captain.

Can we light a lantern?

It's spooky out here. Not in the forest.

Fire draws all manner of uncouth
creatures.

Blats, horned hounds, toothy cows.

At least he'd see them.

They'd see us first.

Aye. Which is why we'll need to lie low
in a cave or a moonberry thicket during

daylight. We'll move at night.

Isn't ankle jelly just a bit that way?

We could hide there?

It's a ramble, but we could reach it a
four deep night.

I'd be thankful for anywhere with a
locked door between us and the fangs.

So be it.

Break's over.

I'm right beha -

I gave him too many drops.

Have children, Iggabees, and get rid of
the Birdman!

And now, fangs are headed this way. Go!

I'm already taking care of it. Iggabees,
inside!

Go on, girly feather.

You hide.

I'll hold him at bay.

It's his decision, lads.

Tink, light your lantern.

Take care of Mr. Pete, all right,
Nugget?

I'd rather face the storm standing on
deck than burrowed in a hole.

Papa.

Steady, boy.

Steady.

That's Nugget.

Aye, lass.

He'll thin their ranks at least before.

Before they know what hit them.

Oh, they're close.

Very close.

I can smell their putrid innie sweat.

Remember!

Ah, we'd smell it.

That's a battering ram.

It's cracking!

Careful! We don't want to battle a blaze
in here.

Maybe we do.

Speak your mind, then, and quick!

If we set that old staircase on fire,
it'll bring every horned hound and

cow in Glipwood Forest.

Aye, that it would.

Bring me that shield.

Once we're through that door, nothing
else comes in. Understand?

Arm yourselves.

on my signal and stick to my hip like a
barnacle.

Are you ready?

I hope you dribble, little rumpus,
because I bring you one.

Pour it out, boy.

Tears are hell, my blood waking up.

Three more steps.

He's back.

Your brood is cornered. We'll soon see
who's cornered. You've not seen my wrath

when it's stoked proper.

Head back, lad, and protect your family.

I'll be but a minute.

are weak and now the jewels of an era

Fit for a frolic as soon as I catch my
breath.

There must be a hundred things.

Two hundred, I'd wager.

Now, come over and give your old po to a
swig of that brine.

Lily, my pack.

What do we do?

My love has gone across the sea

to find a

country

far and fair.

He sailed into the gilded west.

And though my heart will never rest.

Until my love returns to me.

Or I set out.

Come home, come home.

Sing to me.

My love, come home. And rest my head.

I'll watch for you. Too many of them,
boy. The winter long.

And sing for you a sad song.

Courage, Arthur.

Return to me. Well, if this is the end,
let's make it good.

Is it over?

I don't know.

Is Grandpa...

all of us.

What is that?

Water from the first well.

But where did you... What's the first
well?

It's the lifeblood of Eriar. The first
well in the world.

Lost for ages.

How did you not save him? Give him more.

No. I used too much on Nugget.

We don't need a giant poodle walking
around.

I certainly don't.

What I wouldn't give for a pot of
flabbit stew.

Grandpa!

Careful now.

Your old poodle's been through a long
night.

The fun is up, and we're all still here.

Aye, but my sailor's nose smells of
storm clabbering up.

We've got to make Dugtown before the
fangs regroup.

Papa, that's two days on foot.

The children need food and rest.

But we can't stay here, and there's
nowhere else to go between.

Uh, there.

keel haul before I give that fool an
ounce.

Grandpa? Hmm?

You're making me sad.

Please come in.

This ain't a roof I'll shelter under, so
don't even ask.

Then at least come in and eat a bowl of
flabbit stew.

I've got no appetite for his cooking.

You said you want a flabbit stew, and I
helped make it for you.

Hmm.

Well, I suppose I could just eat the
parts you helped with.

all of it.

Then I reckon I'll have to eat part of
all of it.

But after that, I'm coming back out
here.

Mama, do you really have them?

The jewels of Anira?

Where are they?

The question isn't where are the jewels
of Anira, but what are they?

The jewels have been sought by Nag the
Nameless since the Great War reached the

shores of the Shining Isle. Why does he
want them so much?

He believes that they hold a hidden
power.

But why do you have the jewels?

We're not even from Anira.

Not all of us.

Your grandpa is from Glipwood, but I was
born in the Green Hollows.

When I married your father, we made our
home in Anira.

That's where you were born.

When war came and your father died, we
fled to Glipwood to protect the jewels.

Then where are they? I told you, lad.

That's the wrong question.

Fine. What are the jewels of Anira?

You are.

We are?

What do you mean?

Your father was the high king of the
Shining Isle.

I was the queen. You three are all that
is left of that great kingdom.

The jewels of an era.

So that means...

I'm the High King?

No, lad. That's not how it works in
Anira.

In Anira, the kingship passes over the
eldest son. For as long as there have

been rulers there, the secondborn wears
the crown.

So, I'm the High King?

Me? I'm king?

You are.

But the eldest is the throne warden.

The protector of the king.

It's a great honor.

I'm supposed to spend my whole life
keeping him out of trouble?

Bring me more royal stew.

There were many days when Espen wished
he were the throne warden and not the

high king.

Well, I bet his older brother... Wait.

Throne warden?

Artham P. Wingfeather, throne warden of
Aneera.

Does that mean... Pete is her uncle?

Yes, Lady Lily.

Pete fought bravely at your father's
side, so the jewels would never fall

Fang hands.

Without Pete's sacrifice,

Nag would have captured our whole
family.

Your father prepared gifts for you in
the weeks before he died.

Janner, this is yours.

A priceless treasure.

One of the first books.

It is said to give wisdom to the wise.

For you, High King Kalmar, your father's
sketchbook.

His drawings of our home.

He wanted you to love your land and
people as he did.

And for you, Lili.

This belonged to your great -grandmother
Medea, Queen of Anira.

It's been in the kingdom longer than we
know.

Melodies made on that harp are said to
have the power to protect Anira.

But it didn't stop the fangs.

We had no song maiden to play it.

Song maiden?

Yes.

You're the song maiden of the Shining
Isle.

Aye. And let the fangs beware.

But he was king.

I'm just a throne warden.

Just?

It's a sacred call. And you are a wing
feather.

Here. One last gift from your father.

Dearest Jenner, you've royal blood in
your veins.

No matter what your name or place in
this world.

The Maker made you Throne Warden to your
little brother, and I wouldn't wish

anyone but you to keep him safe.

There are rumors of war.

Should Anira fall, should I fall,
remember your homeland.

Ancient secrets lie beneath these dones
and cities.

You mustn't let them fall to evil.

One day when you're alone, unsure,
doubting yourself, you'll need these

Remember this.

You are a Niren.

Your father is a king.

You are his son.

This is your land.

And nothing can change that. Nothing.

Know when you read this that your father
loves you like no other.

Your papa.

Come home, come home, I sing to thee.

My love, come home and rest thy head.

I'll watch for you the winter long

and sing for you a summer song.

And if you can,

Return.

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