Ronja the Robber's Daughter (Ronja Rövardotter)

Blood will flow!

- Too hot, too hot. - Too hot.

Drink. Drink.

Chase those wile-wings away so I can hear what I'm singing.

Begone! My child is being born tonight!

What will we do with it?

Tasty little human.

Scratch and tear! Scratch and tear!

Begone from here! Fly away, you devils!

We shall fly!

So, I win again.

What? You said the one who got the most won.

That was last time. This time the one who gets least wins.

And that would be me. I'm sorry.

What happened to you?

He's got an arrow in his back!

Who shot you?

Careful...

Two soldiers, but the wile-wings got them.

Anything happening in there?

No, they've been at it for ages.

I mean, really, how long does it take to squeeze out a little child?

What?

Ah...

You are the most beautiful child that was ever born.

Hmm.

I don't know how it happened,

but you already have my robber's heart in your little hands.

"Your little hands..."

A storm child.

A wile-wing night's child.

I have a child!

Yes!

- What happened? - Ah, nothing. Nothing.

What kind is it?

A robber's daughter!

Yes!

There she is...

Oh!

What will her name be?

Ronja.

As I decided long ago.

And if it had been a boy?

If I have decided my child will be called Ronja,

it will be a Ronja.

Oh, Ronja.

Oh dear, oh dear.

Can I hold her a moment?

If you drop her,

it will be the last thing you do, old man.

The future of the Mattis line is now secured.

Unlike Borka's.

Not much weight to her.

What did you expect?

That she would come out as a fully grown robbers' chief?

Does anybody else think there's anything wrong with my child?

No.

I thought not.

Watch out! Watch out!

She's crying!

What happened?

What in hell's blood happened?

That was a solid bang.

I would wager it was a lightning strike.

I've been thinking...

We never use the whole fortress anyway.

- Uh-huh. - Good thinking.

Most of what we need is on this side.

A good trade for a stormy night.

Half of my fortress for this wonderful child.

BASED ON ASTRID LINDGREN'S BOOK

RONJA THE ROBBER'S DAUGHTER

See you later, my little dove.

One eye to the sky.

What's through there?

Nothing you need worry about.

Come on!

- Greetings. - Greetings, Mattis.

Good sir,

my name is Mattis and I am a chief of robbers.

Unfortunately, this means you must part with your possessions.

- Take everything. - Yeah.

Here's some more.

One day I'll swim like a fish.

Gather everything and bring it in.

- Ronja, my little dove. - Mattis!

Ah!

And thank you for sharing so generously!

Cart. Horse. Horse.

Chorm! It stinks!

Yoo-hoo!

Yoo-hoo?

Could you turn the wheel?

- Lovis? - Yeah.

Are there others like me?

- Children, you mean? - Yes.

Not in the Mattis Woods.

To the left...

But elsewhere, there are plenty.

Now help me.

Baa!

Ronja, my little dove!

Ronja?

Where is she?

Where is my daughter?

Come.

What's she doing?

Longing.

It's time, Lovis.

She must learn what it's like to live in the Mattis Woods.

We must let her go.

I see.

So you finally realized that.

There are things out there you must watch out for.

Are you listening, Ronja?

I'm listening. Things I must watch out for.

Wile-wings, of course.

But there are gray dwarves and Borka robbers as well.

How do I know a gray dwarf and Borka robber?

You'll know.

Well, then.

Ronja!

Watch you don't get lost in the woods.

What do I do if I get lost in the woods?

- Make sure you find the right path. - Sure.

Let the child go now, so she can get somewhere before dark.

Watch you don't fall in the river.

- What do I do if I fall in the river? Bye! - Bye, Ronja.

- Then you must swim. - Well, then.

And watch you don't end up in Gobble Falls.

And if I end up in Gobble Falls?

It'll be the last thing you do.

Ever.

Come here.

Anything else?

Sure, there's lots to watch out for.

You'll see.

You're ready for a lot, but not for a night in the Mattis Woods.

One eye to the sky.

One eye to the sky.

Fresh fish!

The woods are still not safe.

We thought you'd done something about the robbers.

Yes, all right, soon.

We can take other routes. We needn't stop here.

So, for your own sakes, you should do something about it.

I mean, really...

Halvert?

Yet another empty cart.

I'll send some soldiers out.

We can't afford the merchants passing us by.

When times were good, you could get away with doing nothing.

But times are no longer good.

The harvests are failing again.

People are starving.

I'm not starving.

You're not starving.

You are the law.