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* Now the mist has cleared as day is dawning

* It's all becoming clearer to me

* The season's change as I change with them

* And the cool 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

* Seeds may fall

* Fear may call

* But with spring in my heart

* When seasons change

* I'll change with them

* And I know can weather the storm *

- Because it's not your forest.

The forest belongs to everyone, including me!

- [Narrator] Ronja resented Birk's intrusion

into her time in the forest,

but she agreed to help him find his way

through the deepening fog.

But this was no ordinary fog,

and Ronja was tempted by the spell

of the Unearthly Ones.

Birk saved her from them,

but she remembered nothing of what had happened.

(light music)

- I wonder when Mattis will throw Borka out.

He's determined to get rid of him

and his dirty devil son.

And yet I wonder what he's doing right now.

(sighing)

(horse neighing)

- Going out again?

Having another look?

All you do is look for the elusive Borka Robbers.

Try using your head a little, eh?

(chuckling)

- Use my head, was that?

If you want to keep yours, do some work.

- Sure, cleaning the floors is much more useful

than whatever you're doing. (laughing)

- Let's go!

(sighing)

- It's as quiet as a graveyard.

- Makes me nervous.

Can't see anyone.

- Neither can I, but they have to be using this rock face

to get in and out of there.

- Chief, you're not saying we should climb up that!

- I have a better way.

(suspenseful music)

And down.

(grunting)

(arrow vibrating)

(grunting)

(screaming)

- Now, come on.

Just like I showed you.

- Are you sure?

- Don't worry. They won't see us down here.

(whimpering)

- This is such a bad idea.

(wood snapping)

(screaming)

- Don't just stand there. Bring him up!

(screaming)

- It hit the ceiling.

- You idiots, pull it back.

- We can't!

It just won't budge.

(screaming)

- Help! Help!

(wood rattling)

(grumbling)

- You need to be as cunning as a fox.

Time to approach things in a different way.

We need to outsmart that scoundrel.

You can't always use force!

(groaning)

- Looks like we won't be back robbing anytime soon.

- And Borka's men too.

That lot haven't left the keep since they got here.

- And so now Robbers Walk is the safest path in the forest.

(growling)

(chord strums)

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- This is the life.

Haven't seen robbers around for days.

- Well, perhaps they all left.

We all must move on.

Or perhaps my music sent them into a slumber,

or maybe the ever so divine wonderful music

you play has scared them away.

(laughing)

- Leave all your belongings and run.

- Oh, dear me, no!

(laughing)

- Stop messing around back there and play something.

(light music)

(rain drizzling)

- It's deserted.

No sign of Borka robbers around here.

(cheering)

- Finally, we can leave this horrible forest.

- Can we really?

What about that other tribe holding fast over there?

- There's no place worse than that castle.

That sly robber chief is impossible to catch.

Even harder than catching an eagle on a cliff top.

Come on, men, we're pulling out for the year.

Let's go home.

(exciting music)

- So it's true.

This rock face is the only way to get inside the place.

And now you've shown yourselves,

you dirty devils!

(playful music)

(groaning)

Why you!

(yelping)

-(panting) It's okay.

No problem, I'm fine.

I'm brave. (screaming)

- Bring me the bog moss.

- (whimpering) Help me!

- Stop that noise and whimpering.

Hush up, stay in bed for a few days,

and you'll be fine.

- Sure.

- Hey, Lill-Klippen.

- Yes, Ronja?

- When you saw the Borka Robbers,

was there a boy with them?

- A boy? You mean Borka's son?

Ummm. (laughs)

I was too busy avoiding arrows.

Well, all of them but one.

They tried to kill me, but they missed.

Next time, I'll kill them.

They'll regret meeting me. (yelping)

My leg, my leg. (groaning)

- Now after all that hunting, you found a ladder.

You must be very proud of yourself, Mattis.

(yelling)

(water rushing)

- How soft the moss is.

What a beautiful sound.

Ah, smells nice.

(light music)

(leaves rustle)

(giggling)

Wild horses.

(sighs)

(light music)

(rain drizzling)

(metal scraping)

- Me, I'm bored.

- When there's nothing to do, you can get out of shape.

- What's for dinner, I wonder?

It might be mutton soup.

My favorite.

- Please, that's not nearly the best.

It's chicken soup.

- Chicken soup?

Too greasy, it disgusts me.

- Of course, that's why you always stink of mutton.

- What!

- You heard!

- You want to fight?

- Calm yourself, bunch of babies.

- What did you say?

- If I'm a baby, you're a grandpa.

- Grandpa? Say that again.

- Calm down, all of you.

You're all stupid.

- Stupid?

- Well, I think that you're the stupid one!

- Do you? Alright. (growling)

- Acting like babies, you should all shut up.

- What's that?

Baby, am I?

- Very funny.

Borka made you weep like a baby.

- How dare you!

You do nothing but guard, Tjorm!

- It's an important job!

(snickering)

Stop laughing or I'll cover you all in manure.

- Manure suits me fine.

After all, I do most of the farming.

- Why are you arguing when you know all food is good?

- [All] Shut up, Knotas. Who asked you?

(instrument strums)

(yelping)

- That's enough!

Finally, a bit of peace and quiet.

I think you've gone and burst me ear drum.

Now act like the men you're pretending to be

and not the silly babies you all are.

(sighing)

Hm.

(rooster crowing)

(chickens clucking)

- I can't bear the stench in here.

- Well, it's your fault for mocking chicken soup.

- Haven't we cleaned enough by now?

This I do swear.

No more fighting, no more complaining.

I won't even complain that I can't fight anymore.

(sheep bleating)

- He doesn't believe you.

Come on.

(grunting)

- Alright, who wants to go hunting?

(gasping)

(cheering)

(calm music)

(sighing)

- And that's it.

The salting's done.

That'll keep our meat all winter.

And the rest of it we'll just smoke and put aside.

- Good evening, Lovis.

I was just wondering if I could make a small request.

- Hm?

- As you're cooking a delicious elk,

remember all the tenderest bits are for toothless old men.

Old men like me. (giggling)

(chuckling)

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(blabbering)

(laughing)

- Mattis, one day I'll catch

and tame a wild horse all by myself,

just like you did at my age.

- Yes, but you'll have to be really fast and strong enough.

- I am! I am strong enough, you'll see I can.

- [Mattis] Ronja, I'll bet you can do

anything you want.

- No animals in the forest.

So where have they gone?

It's eerie and quiet.

Even that boy, where is the dirty devil?

- Gray dwarfs.

Human here, human here.

(hissing)

(giggling)

- Gray dwarfs, run away!

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(grunts)

- [Narrator] Throughout the autumn,

not once did Ronja see Birk.

Of course, she was pleased about that.

(harp strumming)

Or?

- I don't know.

I should be happy.

- [Narrator] Sometimes she simply didn't know how she felt.

(harp strums)

(upbeat music)

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

"Stuck in the Snow."

Don't miss it.

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