Original subtitles

(mellow music)

* Now the mist has cleared

* As day is dawning

* It's all becoming clearer to me

* The seasons change

* As I change with them

* And the cold of spring

* Gives me strength

* And courage to know

* I will make it through

* Whatever life throws at me

* Summer's sweet scent

* Autumn's whisper

* Winter stings with the cold

* When trouble comes

* Rolling in like thunder

* Tease me fool

* Feed me cool

* But the spring in my heart

* As seasons change

* I'll change with them

* And I know I can weather the storm *

(uptempo music)

- Borka wants to talk to me, is that so?

- [Woman] Borka and his robbers moved into

the north side of Mattis' fort

without asking permission.

They settled into the other side of Hell's Gap.

Mattis and his robbers went up to try

and chase them off, but they wouldn't budge.

Mattis was terribly frustrated.

And in the forest,

Ronja had problems of her own.

(giggles)

- Mmmm.

Hmpf.

- Are you really in that much of a hurry?

- Who said that I'm in hurry?

And it's nothing to do with you, anyway.

Huh.

- Hmmm.

(breathing heavily)

(sighs)

- That good-for-nothing rascal.

What is he doing in my forest?

I'll go and check.

(playful music)

(rustling)

Huh?

(playful music)

(giggles)

(cubs grumbling)

- What do you want, robber's daughter?

- Huh?

(giggles)

Hmpf.

Well, it appears you are a Borka Robber after all.

And you really thought you could steal

my fox cubs from my forest?

- We're not the only ones who take things without asking.

Mattis' robbers do it, too.

- Hmmm?

Anyhow, leave my fox cubs alone, understand me?

Why don't you get out of my woods?

Hmmm.

- Your fox cubs?

Your woods?

Fox cubs belong to no one, understand?

They belong to themselves.

Hmmm.

The forest doesn't belong to people.

You don't own these woods.

The animals do.

And that's not all.

This is the wolves' and bears' and elks'

and wild horses' woods, too.

And the owl's and the hawk's

and the cuckoo's wood and the snail's

and the spider's and the ant's wood.

- I know every animal, every creature,

so don't go trying to teach me anything.

Hmpf.

- So, you know, the Harpies?

The Great Wolves?

The Merk Trolls?

They're all out there.

It's their wood, too.

Not to mention the unearthly ones.

- You think you're so smart, don't you?

Why don't you tell me something I don't know.

Otherwise, shut up.

- Mmm, no, because it's not your forest.

The forest belongs to everyone,

including me!

- Hmpf.

- And if you think it's yours,

robber's daughter, if you really think

you can keep it all to yourself,

then you are stupid.

- Well, you see, I'm happy to share

with all the animals.

Foxes, owls, all of them.

All of the animals here but you!

Hmm.

(wind whooshing)

Huh?

Hmm.

- Ronja?

Wait for me.

- Ugh.

- [Birk] Ronja?

- What do you want?

- This mist.

Don't you think it's a little bit scary?

- Do you?

You're not frightened that you can't

find your way back to the home

that you and all your thieving family broke into?

Maybe you should share the foxes' lair with them?

After all, you're so fond of sharing.

(giggles)

- You've got a head hotter than rock,

robber's daughter, like your father.

But you can find your way home better than I will.

And this mist is movin' in really quickly.

Do you mind if I hold on to the edge of your tunic

'til we're safely out of the woods?

(wind whooshing)

Oop.

- Here.

Hold on to this but keep a rope's length away.

I'm warning you, don't let go.

(chuckles)

- As you wish, angry robber's daughter.

- Hmpf.

(ominous music)

Good.

Huh?

- Hmm, do you know where we are?

- The signpost rock.

We're on the right path.

(gasps)

But how?

Have we just been going 'round in circles

all this time?

(giggling)

Ah.

(ominous music)

I'll be alright.

I'll be home soon,

then I'll hear Lovis sing the wolf song.

Birk?

Birk?

Birk?

(giggles echoing)

Huh?

(giggles echoing)

(children singing)

They're calling.

I'm coming.

Wait.

- Ronja!

Where'd you think you're going?

You mustn't follow the unearthly ones, Ronja.

If you do, you'll be lost forever.

Do you hear me, forever!

(children singing)

- I'm coming.

Wait!

- Ronja!

- Let me go.

(grunting)

Let me go!

(thudding)

- Stop doing that!

You can't go!

(groaning)

- No, please, wait!

- (wind whooshing) - (children singing)

Yes, that's right.

Coming!

- You mustn't.

- Let me go!

I said let me go!

- I won't!

- Let me go!

(groaning)

Let me go, let me go.

(groaning)

- Ah!

- I must go!

- Ah!

- (breathing heavily) - (children singing)

- Wait for me!

Let me go, let me go.

(children singing)

Hey!

I told you to keep a rope's length away.

What happened?

Were you bitten by a fox?

(giggles)

- Um, no.

I'm fine, and now I think I can find

my own way back to Borka's Keep.

- Huh?

- [Woman] Ronja stared at Birk a long time.

No matter how she tried, she suddenly

found it difficult to think badly of him,

and she did not know why.

- It's called Mattis' fort

and I hope you fall into Hell's Gap.

- Lovis is still out, looking after the sheep and goats.

The nights always start to get chilly

in the autumn.

- Mattis?

- Hmmm?

- Did you ever take something from someone

without asking first?

- Uh, uh.

(clears throat)

when that ghostly fog started to roll in,

I was afraid you'd get lost,

that I'd never see you again, my little Ronja.

- It was fine. I found my way back.

But, have you taken things without asking for permission?

- Mmm.

Well...

- We've taken lots of things.

For instance, lots--

- Quiet, old man.

I'll deal with this myself, thank you very much.

- Oh! Ha ha ha ha ha!

- My Ronja.

You're still an innocent child,

which is why I never wanted to talk to you

about it before.

- Hmmm.

- No, you haven't said a word before.

And of course, we weren't allowed to say anything, either,

were we?

- Ugh, you're rambling, old man.

Time you went to bed.

- Oh, no it's not.

I swear by the devil,

I intend to stay here and listen to this.

(groans)

- Please hear me out, my Ronja.

- Mmm.

(playful music)

So, when you all came home with all those things,

you had taken them from people passing through the forest?

- Mmm.

- But, don't they get angry

when you take their things away from them?

- Oh, do they ever. (laughs)

All the wailing.

Hee hee hee.

Ronja, you should hear them crying.

- I said it's time for bed.

- We've even heard some of the men weep.

- Quiet!

You really are pushing your luck, now.

Gaaa...

You mustn't listen to him, alright?

It's nothing to be worried about.

It's just the way it is.

It's the way it's always been.

- Oh, that's right.

No reason to fuss.

But those people never do get used to it, do they?

They just go on howling and crying,

in a most delightful way.

- Ah! - Uh oh!

- My great-grandfather, my grandfather, my father

were all robber chiefs.

And so am I.

In all the woods and mountains, we are the mightiest

clan of robbers,

and Ronja, that's what you will also be one day.

Isn't that nice?

- Never! - Huh?

- Never! Not on my life.

If it means people are made to be angry

and cry, I'll never steal.

(fire crackles)

- Ah!

You must understand.

I only ever steal from the very rich.

Never do I hurt them, much less take their lives.

And, yes.

Sometimes, I even share some of the loot with the poor.

- Mmm, he's telling the truth.

- Huh?

- Remember the time you gave that poor widow

with eight kids a whole sack of flour?

- Oh, yeah.

- And when was that?

- Uh...

- Well, he's certainly generous giving to the poor

every ten years.

Isn't that right?

You're so kind.

(laughs)

Alright, that's it!

If you don't wanna sleep in the woods

I'd go to bed, because I've had it up to here with you!

Ah!

- What's the commotion?

- Ah, suddenly I feel quite sleepy.

(fire crackles)

- Ronja, you go to bed, as well.

* Wild wolf please

* Leave us be

* I know you're proud *

- It doesn't matter to me whether he's a robber

or if he's a chieftain.

Whatever he does, he's my father.

My precious Mettis.

* I know your pain

* Grows hungry again

* But you won't take mine from me *

(mellow music)

- [Woman] That night, Ronja had a dream.

(giggling)

- I'm coming.

Wait.

- [Birk] Ronja, don't go.

Don't go!

- [Woman] When she woke up the next morning,

Ronja had forgotten everything.

Next time, on "Ronja the Robber's Daughter,"

(uptempo music)

"Autumn Deepens."

Don't miss it.

(mellow music)