Original subtitles

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* Now the mist has cleared as day is dawning

* It's all becoming clearer to me

* The seasons change as I change with them

* In 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 Autum's whisper

* Winter stings with the cold

* When trouble comes rolling in like thunder

* Tears may fall

* Fear may call

* But with spring in my heart

* When seasons change I'll change with them

* And I know I can weather the storm

- Agh!

- [Narrator] Ronja and Birk spent a perfect day

enjoying the warmth of springtime.

But when she returned to the fort,

Ronja found Sturkas, wounded by an arrow

from a Borka Robber.

- Argh!

This is only the start.

I'll crush each one of them!

(peaceful music)

- [Lovis] There we go.

(groaning)

- Will he be all right?

- He'll be fine.

Bed.

Impressive Sturkas.

That wound's already closed.

- Well.

Heh heh.

- Look he's embarrassed!

(laughter)

- Ow.

(laughter)

- Sturkas!

- Sorry to worry you all.

I'm much better now.

- You've healed already?

- As you can see, I'm a little weak in the legs,

but otherwise I'm quite spry.

Right?

- [Robber] Ooh!

- [Robber] Looking good, Sturkas!

- [Robber] Don't trip now!

- [Narrator] By the fourth day,

Sturkas was finally able to get up and walk around.

Ronja had believed that the feud between Mattis

and Borka would cool down,

but instead it flared up again and threatened to boil over.

- One, two, three, four.

Thank goodness.

They're all safely home.

Mattis.

- Hm?

- What happened between you and Borka?

Tell me, why are you out for each other's blood?

- You should ask Borka.

After all, he shot the first arrow.

Sturkas can tell you that.

- That child has more sense than you have.

This can only end badly, in bloodshed and misery.

Is that what you want, Mattis?

And what good exactly would that do us?

- And what good would that do us?

Oh I'll tell you exactly what!

We'd finally be rid of Borka and his vermin forever!

And that would be good.

- Good for who, Mattis?

Why must there be all this bloodshed?

Is that really what you want to do?

There must be another way.

- Why don't you find another way, then?

Since you're so clever.

You can get Borka out of the fort,

then he can settle down as peaceful as a fox in its den,

and all his thieving pups around him!

Oh, I promise, I won't even lay a hand on them!

Although, I must at least be allowed to kill Borka.

I can't have my men thinking of me as a coward!

Listen, all of you.

If we see Borka, we attack!

- Yeah!

- Let's go!

Hiyah!

(slow music)

- Birk.

- Yes?

And now, even spring's been ruined for both of us.

Thanks to our fathers.

Stubborn mules.

Those old men deserve each other.

- Birk, if I didn't have you as a brother

I'd have known nothing about any of this.

And maybe I wouldn't have minded

that Mattis and Borka are enemies.

So it's your fault.

Your fault that I'm so unhappy.

I blame you, Birk Borkason!

- Blame me, sure, if it makes you feel better.

But I'm worried as well.

- I know, it's terrible,

not knowing who will be alive

and who will be dead when the day is done.

- Well, at least nobody's died yet, Ronja.

Although that's only because the sheriff's men

have returned, and now they're swarming

through the forest once again.

Mattis and Borka simply haven't

had the chance to kill each other.

They have their hands full, keeping away from the soldiers.

- Suppose that will keep them busy for a little while.

- Just imagine the sheriff's men actually being useful?

Who'd have thought it?

(laughing)

- All the same, it's something else to worry about.

(whistles)

- They're both such nightmares.

And yet, they spend their days so peacefully.

- Bye Birk, see you tomorrow?

- See you tomorrow.

Maybe there won't be joy as there once was.

- Ronja.

- Ronja!

Hurry on home!

- Something good must have happened!

It's so obvious.

Your faces give you both away!

- Oh, yes indeed, you're right there!

Go and see for yourself!

- I will!

- Hurry!

- Ronja!

- I'm coming!

(laughter)

- Oh, Ronja, you're back!

(laughter)

You were right all along!

There was another way.

Now there will be no need for bloodshed.

And Borka can go to blazes faster

than his first belch after breakfast!

Believe me!

- Great, and how will you do that?

- Take a look.

See who I caught with my own hands.

You see, Ronja,

I only have to say to that Borka devil,

"Are you staying in the fort?

"Or might you be going?"

Borka, do you want that little snake of yours back, or not?

(gasp)

Well, little Borkason,

are you going home to your father?

Hmm?

(laughter)

(shriek)

You can't do that!

You can't do that!

You beast, you can't do that!

You can't!

- I can't do that?

And what is it that my daughter says I can't do?

- I'll tell you!

Ah!

You can go robbing all the gold and silver

and rubbish that you want!

But no,

you can't hurt people!

Because if you do Mattis,

I no longer want to be your child!

- Who's talking about people?

What I've caught here is a little snake.

At best he's a louse or a thieving hound.

This fortress has been in our clan for generations,

and now I'm going to get it cleaned out.

And once that's done,

you can be my daughter or not just as you choose.

- I despise you! I hate you!

- Oh Ronja, that's no way to talk to your father.

Come away. Come away.

- Do you hear me, I hate you!

- Fjosok.

- Yes?

- Send a message.

Tell Borka I'll be waiting.

Tomorrow morning, at Hell's Gap.

He'd better be there, for the boy's sake.

- [Fjosok] Yes, Chief!

- [Mattis] Don't you lay a hand on that little snake!

- Whether he's a snake or not

this wound has to be cleaned.

- Lovis!

- Why'd you hit me?

- Listen, all you men!

You can all just go and fall into Hell's Gap!

You never do anything but cause trouble!

Do you hear me, Mattis?

Throw yourself into Hell's Gap!

- Birk!

I hate you!

Mattis!

Mattis!

- [Narrator] That night,

Mattis did not go to bed beside Lovis.

Nobody knew where he slept, not even her.

- Now I can sleep how I like.

Lie lengthwise or crosswise in this bed.

(sobs)

- [Ronja] Don't.

- [Narrator] Ronja lay awake hating her father

until she felt her heart contract in pain.

But it's difficult to hate someone

you have loved your whole life.

That was why for Ronja,

this was the darkest of nights.

Next time on Ronja, the Robber's Daughter.

Endless Fighting Part Two.

Don't miss it!

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