Godland (Vanskabte land)

I've found a guide who can take you safely to your destination.

and they say people from there have centuries of experience

with the weather, rivers, and glaciers.

- Will he require payment? - Will he what?

But you will have need for his knowledge.

or...

The island is very different from Denmark.

People there...

the weather, the winter, everything is completely different.

What | mean to say... it is of paramount importance that

the church is built and ready before winter arrives.

This is understood, yes?

The church will be ready before the first snow.

Many are moving from the east coast

because of the volcano that erupted.

Will this impact my journey?

No. Well, you probably won't pass near the volcano, but it'll be more

difficult to read the rivers, they can rise more than usual.

They say the volcano emits a stench, a smell so foul, it's as if

the Earth has shat its pants.

The smell can be so overwhelming that people lose their minds.

That's easy to do up there.

It's summer now, so it's bright both day and night.

This can be exhausting for people who've never been there before.

They can literally forget to sleep.

My interpreter has warned me.

When | look at your face

it reminds me of myself thirty years ago.

A slightly healthier version...

Lucas...

you must adapt to the circumstances of the country and its people.

Otherwise, your task will come to nothing.

I'm well aware that at times your task will seem... monumental.

And it's true, it is, and no one claims that it will be an easy one.

This is why you were chosen.

sent to preach to the world.

The whole world and everyone in it.

This wretched, miserable, pathetic flock of lonely men.

But they did it. Which means that no task is impossible.

It's important that they stare straight in the eye.

He says it's important to look directly into the eye.

Remember, you must stand still...

You're not supposed to move.

- Completely still. - Dead still!

As if you're dead.

Just, as if you're dead.

Shh.

One, two, three,

four, five, six.

GODLAND (Icelandic)

Remember the letters and the books.

How do you say books?

Bok, singular... beekur, plural.

Bok... beekur.

- Like a native. - Shut your mouth!

just like there are many ways to describe bad weather.

Rigning.

Rigning.

Suddi.

Suddi.

Urkoma.

Urkoma.

Uai.

Uai.

Vatnsvedur.

| can't... | can't remember them all.

Urhellisrigning.

Pass.

Demba, skur...

- That's... that's enough. - Slepja...

- Urhelli, - Stop.

Votvidri, vaeta, hrakvidri.

- And all of those words mean rain? - Yes.

Make up your minds.

Rigning...

Rigning... (rain)

Batur... (boat)

- Batur. (boat) - Yeah.

Prestur. (priest)

Madur. (man)

Madur og prestur. (man and priest)

Who is going to read all these books?

The priest.

Damn nonsense...

How heavy is it?

We'll work it out.

It'll slow us down. We can distribute the weight.

Saw it in half.

- Saw what? - Saw the cross in half!

We don't have a saw.

Let's ride and let's ride hard, into the woods...

...long is the journey...

Are you Ragnar?

...the foals are lazy, I've lost my knife,

lost my shoe...

Do you speak Danish?

Ride, ride in a row! The horse's name is Planke!

The foal's name is Abildgra and Ole will ride it.

Where is he riding? To the royal court

to woo his fiancée, Tania is her name.

I'm Lucas.

The priest.

A Danish deuvil.

You have a horse?

Yes, many. Many horses.

You have a horse for me?

This is your horse,

a fine horse.

Up!

- Now? - Yes.

We're leaving right now?

Up!

Open the gate.

What's his name?

Torsk, borskur.

Cod?

Like a fish?

Pull evenly on the harness!

What?

Easy.

Don't be so rough on him.

What?

- Easy. - No, no, no, no.

Get off.

Get off!

Look at this. Still, still!

Look!

Like this, slow and easy. Look!

Can you see how | do it?

Up, like this. Fridrik!

Don't ruin a perfectly good horse.

Dog!

Then we drag in the catch tomorrow morning.

Ragnar, | don't understand what you are saying.

Good night, priest.

Do you want to play? Want to play? Yeah.

Want to play?

And how is the pasture before the sands?

There's plenty to bite.

Then I'll take three, and one sheep, that should do it.

You won't get the horses.

The horses... Why would | want the horses?

You won't get them.

| don't want your horses, we have plenty of horses.

Good, cause you won't get them.

Good. Has your father lost his senses?

Yes.

Pay the man.

You are supposed to pay.

For what?

Grass for the horses.

There will be no pastures when we go across the sand.

You look miserable.

Uncrossable seems the river today...

The current is worst of all,

With large icebergs floating around,

no horse will walk through it...

A bit more.

It's on both sides, but never mind.

Now we lift it.

Up with the animal!

Where are you going?

Where are we going?

Off to find a picture.

To find a picture.

I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell this story,

but here it goes anyway.

| don't remember exactly how many years ago this happened,

but the man in the story

is still alive... and he's not that old.

He had been traveling around these parts for over a day

before finally finding a place to rest.

But during the night he woke up because his horse was uneasy.

It was a bright night, like now, and the horse couldn't stay still.

The man tried to calm the horse down, it was a wise horse,

it had never acted like this before so the man was becoming uneasy.

When the horse finally calmed down,

the man heard something moving in the grass by the riverbank

and was very startled when he looked into the water, filled with eels.

The eels were crawling over each other in the slimy mud...

Do eels have teeth?

Shut your mouth!

And the man instantly realized that he was witnessing

a breeding process that no living man had ever seen before.

But what the man found most frightening

was that the eels emitted peculiar sounds.

A sound that was strangely familiar to women's sounds of pleasure.

This was a brave man, not afraid of anything,

so he went back to rest close to the water

and quickly fell into a deep sleep, exhausted after a long journey.

But when he woke up, he didn't feel very well.

He was dripping with sweat

and drained.

He could sense that something was wrong

So he grabbed the largest stone he could find

and stormed towards the water and threw it fiercely into it.

And when the water settled, not a single eel could be seen.

He rode off in such a hurry

that he forgot the saddlebag with all the food.

When he had traveled for a while,