Original subtitles

(lively, upbeat 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 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

* 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 *

- I'm not his child.

He says so himself, so he's not my father.

(crying)

- [Narrator] Ronja was thrilled to see Lill-Klippen

at the bear's cave, but no matter how much he pleaded,

she refused to go home with him.

Then, in the warm afternoon whilst playing in the river,

wild harpies attacked.

Ronja and Birk made a narrow escape,

but they had floated too far down,

and were being dragged toward the perilous Greedy Falls.

- [Harpy] Where is the lovely human with black hair?

Ah, now the blood will run.

(water loudly flowing)

(crying out)

(grunting)

(dramatic piano music)

- Ronja! We've got to try!

(grunting)

(water loudly cascading)

(gasping for air)

(breathing heavily)

Ronja!

Ronja!

(water loudly cascading)

Finally. We made it.

Won't take any more. Just breathe, breathe.

Keep breathing.

(harpies screeching)

(breathing deeply)

(birds squawking)

(quiet gasp)

(quiet gasp)

- Ah, you're back.

Have you both been swimming?

You're all wet, and you look tired.

- Yes.

That's right.

We were having a swim.

Birk and I, down at the...

Hey!

Aren't you going to say hello to my mother?

- Say hello to your mother?

I don't welcome uninvited guests.

(quiet gasp)

That's what I learned from my mother

when I was just a little boy.

Unwelcomed guests bring nothing but trouble.

- It's a pity your mother didn't decide

to teach you some manners as well.

Birk is very tired right now.

Come in.

(crying)

(sentimental piano music)

- You do know why I've come, don't you, Ronja?

- It wasn't to bring me more bread, no?

- No.

There'll be plenty of bread for you when you come home.

(crying)

- I'll never come home, never!

Never, never!

Never!

- Well, this can only end one way,

with Mattis jumping in the river.

- Mattis wouldn't do that, throwing himself for my sake.

He wouldn't even mention my name.

Lill-Klippen told me.

- He won't allow anyone to mention your name anymore.

And yet, every night, he cries in his sleep

and calls your name.

Every night since you left.

- But how do you know?

Have you got him back

sleeping in your bed once again?

Is he not sleeping with Noddle-Pete anymore?

- That's right.

Noddle-Pete couldn't stand having him sleep in there.

He couldn't bear it anymore.

All day he looks to fight everyone.

At night he battles with himself.

But your poor father

has to have someone to hang on to

when things get bad.

Oh, you know, Ronja, it's hard to see someone

keep tormenting themself so harshly

when you love them.

- But, Lovis, if you were a child

and had a father who denied you,

denied you so completely

that he couldn't even say your name...

(sobbing)

wouldn't you want to get away from him

as far as possible?

Wouldn't living in the forest

be so much better?

If-- If it were your father,

would you go back to him if he hadn't asked you?

- No, I certainly couldn't go back to him.

If he wanted me home, he would have to say

"I'm begging you to come back."

Yes, and he would have to ask.

- Really? Mattis would never say that.

You know what he's like!

(crying)

(crying)

- Ronja, it's time for bed.

I'll wait here and try and get some sleep

until the dawn arrives.

- I want to sleep in your lap,

and you must sing the Wolf Song.

- Hmm, hmm.

* Wild wolf, please

* Leave us be

* I know you're prowling

* Out from the forest

* To come steal from me

* I know your pain

* Corpse hungry again

* But you won't take mine from me

* Wild wolf, please

* Wild wolf, please *

(birds chirping)

(sniffing)

- Mother.

What's wrong?

Birk?

- I'm feeling terrible for how I behaved last night,

and for us today.

- Sorry, what do you mean?

- I mean that you only think of me as your brother

when we're alone, when you're in trouble,

or you need my help,

and when it's just us two together.

But when your father sends one of his messengers,

as soon as his name's even mentioned,

you stop being my sister.

And so I behave like a little coward.

And that's why I'm grieving for us.

- But Birk, that's not...

- But that's how...

That's how it has to be.

I realize that now.

- Even so, nothing's changed.

You still want to be my brother.

- Yes, of course I do.

You know I'm brother completely.

I always will be.

So now you know,

I really wanted our summer alone,

without anyone from Mattis's Fort

getting in the way of our lives here.

And that's why I cannot bear to talk about what happens

when the winter comes.

- Why?

Tell me why.

- Because it's summer now, sister mine.

And we only have this time with each other, me and you.

We must make the most of it, eh?

Before winter comes,

you must go back to Mattis's Fort, Ronja.

- And you?

- I could go

and try to beg my way back into Borka's Keep.

I wouldn't be driven away, I know.

But what good would that do?

(peaceful orchestra music)

Then I'd be left without you, and we'd be kept apart.

I wouldn't be allowed to see you.

- You'll freeze to death.

(laughing)

- Perhaps you're right.

Or maybe I'll survive the winter.

- But if it's like last winter,

and the forest is covered in snow and freezing,

I wouldn't be able to bring you

any bread or a warm fur coat,

and you'd be out here by yourself,

no one to look out for you.

I am telling you, Birk Borkason.

- Well, I guess that's how it will have to be.

But look, it's summer now, so don't be sad.

- I don't care if it's summer or winter.

Who said I was going back to Mattis?

I'm staying with you.

- No, you're going home,

even if I end up having to carry you there myself.

If the worst comes to the worst,

I plan to freeze to death on my own.

But our summer is right now.

Let's enjoy it.

(peaceful harp music)

(water splashing)

Great! I can't believe how lucky we are.

- Yes. I figured today would be the day they came

and started puffing up.

- Come on Ronja, let's go.

I can't wait. I'm so hungry.

- Me too! (chuckle)

(peaceful guitar and piano music)

(laughing)

(laughing)

(grunt)

An elk!

(Harpy screeching)

(laughing)

(horses galloping)

(grunting)

- Let's make a promise.

We won't let anyone spoil the time we have left.

- I love it!

I'm taking in the summer

like a bee gathering up nectar.

Gathering it all together

in a big lump of summer to live on,

to live on when it's not summertime anymore.

Brother, do you know the ingredients

that make this great summer banquet?

It's a whole mixture of things,

like blueberry bushes

and trees covered with fruit

and sunrises over the river

and the freckles that you have on your arms

and the moonlight over the mountains

and the starry skies,

the noonday heat in the woods,

when the sun is shining on the great fir trees,

and the light rain in the evening,

and squirrels and foxes and hares and elk

and all the wild horses we know.

And we would swim,

and we would ride into the woods and...

Oh well, you know, don't you?

- That would be the greatest summer banquet.

Only my sister could create it.

(fire crackling)

- [Narrator] The air grew crisp, cooler.

But they said nothing about it.

(peaceful harp music)

(quiet gasp)

- Ronja!

- What's wrong?

You're not afraid of the fog?

Do you think that after all this time we'll get lost?

- (girls singing) - (quiet gasp)

Do you hear? It's them.

It's the unearthly ones with their siren song.

Oh, at last, I can hear them for myself.

- But don't you remember hearing that song before?

- No, I've never heard it.

They sing their evil songs

to try and lure us down to the underworld.

They do.

- Yes, they do.

Ronja, please don't tell me you'd like to follow them.

(laughing)

- You're mad. Why would anyone do that?

Because Noddle-Pete, he said...

- Noddle-Pete what?

What did he say?

- It doesn't matter.

(girls singing)

- When the unearthly ones

come into the forest and sing...

you know it is autumn.

(laughing)

And then, soon, winter'll come rushing over.

Oh dear me, yes.

- [Narrator] Next time on Ronja The Robber's Daughter...

Don't miss it.

(peaceful orchestra music)