Royal Deceit (Prince of Jutland) (Prince of Jutland)

Good hunting, my Lord.

And a good day to you, Björn.

By what yardstick do we judge a king?

By his hunting skills?

By this definition, my brother Hardvendel is a great king.

Or...

Do we judge him...

By the days and nights...

That he spends idling about his farm?

By that definition, my brother is surely a great king.

Idleness should is his middle name.

What is my brother has...

That I do not have?

He's just older than I am.

I'll join you.

So will I.

Ribold?

Are you sure you can get the crown?

I am the strongest, I'll wear the crown.

Allright.

I'm with you.

I am not!

Do you want us to murder our rightful king?

- I am with you. - No! Harvendel is a good king.

- What about you? - I'm with you.

I am with you too.

Well done, my sons.

- It was an easy kill. - This is what happened.

I saw him, but Sigurd didn't.

I had my back to him.

And he was looking the other way when the boar charged at him.

Now I'm the boar!

And just at the last moment...

Well done, my sons.

Geruth, you should should make a tapestry of this scene.

I remember when I was at the court of the English duke

they had all their walls covered with tapestry.

But one wall in particular was covered with scenes of boar hunting...

- It was absolutley beautiful. - It is a good idea.

All our walls are rather dark, we should have tapestries.

Fenge only likes going after the big game. Isn't that right?

Oh, you flatter me, brother.

Boar Hunting... is only for boys. You are not boys anymore.

- Now to hunt a bear. - Have you done that?

Do you know there's a bear down in the brush forest south of here?

It killed many sheep recently.

We would only be doing the peasants a favor if we...

Went and killed it.

- What do you think, Sigurd? - Tonight?

Tomorrow, yes! Let's meet in the stables early.

A piece of advice: make your strike swiftly and surely.

Wounded animal is the most dangerous of all.

I bid you all good night!

I will start on the tapestries tomorrow. I'm going to get the linen myself.

We got yarns and dyes...

It will be beautiful.

Good hunting.

What's the matter? Brother, what do you want?

Is it going to be a hanging this morning? I don't know anything about one.

Just some thief, I believe.

I heard people speaking of it yesterday.

What are we doing here, Fenge?

Helping me change my luck.

Who is the thief?

Just some thief, that's all I know.

Who is he?

If you want to catch that bear, you had better move on.

Yes alright, we'll start the hunt when you tell me what I want to know.

Who is the thief?

You would live a coward's life and die a coward.

What are you waiting for?

Father!

What is your name?

What is your name?

He's gone mad.

There's nothing more to do here.

Let's go!

Dogs don't talk anyway.

Why? Why?

Why?

It's... it's...

It's so... meaningless.

He was such a good man.

Yes. Such...

Such a loving brother.

Oh Sigurd...

I blame myself, Geruth.

If only I had got there sooner.

Ragnar was the only one who saw anything.

Came upon those scoundrels...

Bodvar and Bjarke.

They were fighting like wild animals.

At the time I arrived it was too late.

My brother was...

Had Sigurd fallen in battle...

I blame myself. I should have been there sooner.

I had to throw myself at Bjarke to...

To save Amled's life.

Bjarke and Bodvar!

- I thought... - Yes.

How little we really know each other.

There is no loyalty, none.

Yes, Fenge. You are my husband's brother.

Amled...

- He's lost his mind. - Yes. Yes he has Geruth.

You must remember, he is still alive.

Oh Geruth, my love for Hardvendel and for you it's...

It's...

What are you doing?

I want to die too.

I must take my place among the dead.

If you feel that I have earned this right, you do it for me.

Fenge...

Fenge...

Is it so hard to live?

It's easier not to live.

Take...

Do it, do it!

No...

Do not leave me.

We need you, Amled and I, please, for my sake.

Oh please don't go, I'm cold.

Don't take anything else away from me.

A King greatness,

is not less,

because he died at the hands of...

a murderer.

My brother will be remembered...

as "Harvendel - The Peaceful" "Harvendel - The Good."

For he was... a good man.

But we who survived him... must remember

that virtues must never allow the wrong-doer

to escape without punishment.

And so I swear, I swear before you all...

That my brother's murder will be avenged.

Today, your new king, should have been Amled.

But yesterday, he was everything a people would have wished for in a leader.

Youthful, brave, wise, and strong.

It is he you should be speaking to today...

Not us.

But alas, he can not...

Alas he can not speak.

A terrible deed which has shocked us all so deeply,

has robbed him of his senses...

and his right to the crown.

Now more than ever,

he must be assured of the great love we bear him,

so that speedily he may regain his former self.

But now...

until that happy day...

I must ask you...

Who do you wish to be your king?

It is for you to decide...

Not for us.

Long live the King! Long Live the King!

Long live the King!

Long live Fenge, long live the King! Long live King Fenge!

Now I know that, stepping into my brother's place,

I have not only your favor,

but the favor of the person closest to him.

Geruth.

From this day forth,

she shall be at my side,

as my wife... and my queen.

Long live Geruth! Long live our Queen!

Long live Queen Geruth! Long live Queen Geruth!

Long live the King Fenge!

Long live the King Fenge! Long live the King Fenge!

Long live the King Fenge! Long live the King Fenge!

Geruth Long live the queen, the queen lived Geruth! Fenge Long live the King!

Long live the King Fenge!

Let us give Harvendel's The-Good...

a funeral fire... worthy of a king.

Your father is dead.

Fire, is a great warrior!

Look... It destroys even a king.

- What are you doing Amled? - Swords.

Did he say swords?

What did you say you are doing? Making swords?

Sharp swords.

Look how many, but I need many more.

Do you know why?

Because I mean to avenge my father's death.

Making swords?

To avenge your father?

Out of wood?

Wooden sword...

Yes, wooden.

And he said was going to use them to avenge his father's death.

But his father has already been avenged.

Doesn't he understand that?

You think...

Do you think he remembers anything?

I do not know what Amled remembers.

He's mad!

Amled is mad...

Tove, do you think Amled we'll ever be the same again?

Your strength gives me courage.

Fenge...

You make me feel safe.