Are you Inga of Varteig?
Yes.
We are Birkebeinerne. Is that Hékon Hékonsson?
Yes.
You must come with us.
The King sends his greetings. Come on.
It's all right, Hékon.
- Is he okay? - Yes.
Hi.
We will soon be there, and you will both be safe.
Oh, good.
- Be careful. - Huh?
She has borne a child by the King, Torstein.
I'm just looking out for the child, Skjervald. The child.
Now we must part, my friend.
Are you sure about this?
Yes, I know that the King's son is in good hands.
Do you... do you know how to milk a cow?
No. But Ylva does.
If you change your mind, you know where we are.
- Get home safely. - Thanks.
Take care of the child, now. The child!
You will never be a farmer, Skjervald!
- Who is there? - It is I...
Skjervald.
There you are, finally.
Yes, had to go all the way to Borg...
So...
You are long overdue.
Yes, it took longer than I expected.
But, this was my final mission. I promise, Ylva.
You said that you would finish the house
and that the barn would be finished by winter.
I know. And it will be finished.
By next winter, perhaps?
By summer.
Summer? Do you promise?
I promise, Ylva.
No more Birkebeinerne.
I will stay here, with you and Eirik.
I promise.
Is he asleep?
No, you're wide awake.
Come, my boy.
There, look.
And there.
Hi.
Oh, no.
Come, now.
Oh.
Only you can get close enough to him.
Therefore, you must be the one to do it.
For God's sake, Gisle, Hékon is my stepson!
He is the King, Margaret.
He's too young to understand that the time of the Birkebeinerne is past.
The Baglers are going to win this war,
and that is an opportunity I intend to exploit.
Meet him alone. He trusts you. It will be fine.
What if something... what if things don't go as we have planned?
Of course things will go as we have planned.
Everyone will believe that it was Inge.
With him being first in line to the throne, no one will suspect us.
Here.
Soon you will be queen again.
Mother?
You can't go through with it.
What?
I heard what he said.
You heard nothing.
Do you understand me? Nothing.
Can you promise me that?
If this becomes known...
we die.
My dear, dear daughter. Forgive me. Forgive me.
I must return to Sweden. But, when we meet again,
it will be when I marry in Nidaros Cathedral
and become queen once again.
And you... you will be my... princess.
I know it is an arduous task.
You have a long journey ahead of you.
But, Sweden is important to us, and only you can win their trust.
You must persuade them to break with the Church and support us
in our fight against the Baglers.
My father sees us, Margaret. Let us make him proud.
Cheers, my friend.
For Norway.
I want to thank you, Margaret.
You stood loyally at my father's side for as long as he lived.
I have seen your sorrow since father died,
and I know that you miss him as much as I do.
I have lost all those closest to me.
I now only have you and Kristin.
For all your affection, cheers.
Farewell, my son.
Farewell, Margaret.
Get... get Inge Bérdsson!
Gisle, where is Inge?
"Inge!
In Borg, I shared my bed with a woman, Inga of Varteig.
She bore my son, Hékon Hékonsson. He shall inherit the throne.
Birkebeinerne in Eastern Norway are bringing him north.
Meet them in Osterdalen with an army!
We have a traitor among us.
Here, in this room.
Queen Dowager Margaret poisoned the King, but she did not act alone.
She was just a pawn in a game.
Our traitor might believe that Rome has won the battle for Norway...
and that he will avoid being punished for his sins,
but believe me, Birkebeinerne...
I shall find him.
No one leaves, the gate is locked.
Of course, we will send an army south as soon as possible
to find the King's son.
No one leaves the royal residence until the traitor is caught!
Eh, my brother is under intense pressure.
Unless he perhaps sees an opportunity to make himself King?
What do you mean by that?
Inge is quick to accuse us,
the King's closest allies as well as his own brother.
Gisle and Inge are not the sons of kings.
Yet, if Sverre's bloodline dies off with Hékon Hékonsson,
one of them will inherit the throne.
And Inge is eldest. Inge is first in line of ascension.
Inge Bérdsson stands to gain most from the King's death.
So he accuses us, loyal Birkebeinerne
who have sewed Norwegian kings since before he was born.
It is no! Inge, it is Hékon Hékonsson
who is the heir to Norway's throne, and the boy's life is in danger.
If the King's son dies, we will become a dependency under Denmark.
The pope will rule over us.
What will you do, Gisle?
Anyone who attempts to leave, shall be locked up.
Ravn...
gather your men and bring the King's son here.
A Birkebeiner from Nidaros.
It is from Earl Gisle.
We have just received the news from Nidaros.
King Hékon is dead.
The Birkebeinerne have lost their unifying force.
The time of kings is past. But, the Church will always endure.
When one man falls, another will take his place.
And he answers only to God.
We rule Eastern Norway; Western Norway is next.
Soon the Church will have dominion over all of Norway.
But one task remains.
King Hékon is survived by a son.
Today, an innocent boy;
tomorrow... our mightiest foe.
The boy is being hidden on a farm here in our territory.
The man who finds the King's son,
shall enjoy great wealth all of his days.
Show no mercy during your hunt for the child,
for the Lord is eternally merciful, but He also requires sacrifices.
Let law and order yield along the way...
and bring me the boy's head.
Now, now, Eirik, it's okay.
It's okay. Shh, shh, shh, shh.
That is one tough wife you have.
Really tough.
What have you done with Ylva?
All is well.
Shh.
Ylva?
Ylva!
Skjervald, we are here.
There is a boy of royal blood.
Where are they hiding the boy?
I don't know what you are talking about.
Do you care so little for your family
that you would sacrifice their lives for a dead king?
- Get it over with. - Skjervald!
No, wait! wait!
The King's son is in Borg.
He was in Borg.
You and Torstein took him away.
I saw you.
Just tell us where the boy is, and he will let Ylva and your son live.
The King is dead, Skjervald.
Tell us where the boy is.
Okay, I will show you the way. I will come with you.
Which direction?
North.
Where?
Where the Lagen flows into Lake Mjosa.
I know the place. I can take you there.
Damn traitor!
So easily you crack.
There is no fight in you.
Your wife did not say a word.
No matter what we did to her.
Get him out!
Get him!
So, where is the boy?
Oh!
Can I have that?
Thanks.
Hey, Hékon Hékonsson, now you must get some sleep.
Are you hungry?
No, thanks.
Are you sure?
Yes, I can take one.
You know that if you give me your little finger,
I might take your whole hand.
- Can I give it a try? - Yes, sure.
No, no.
- Huh? - Hold it like that.
If a Bagler approaches you, do like this!
Okay.
Like that. Good. Right, bend your knees.
Bend your knees. Down in...
You know, Egil, when your father was young,
he was one of our fiercest warriors.
Was he a Birkebeiner?
Have you never told him?
Honor be to the Birkebeinerne and all that you are fighting for.
But, being a farmer and putting food on the table...
is the best thing a man can do.
Your boy will become a Birkebeiner, wait and see.
Trym, you can go.
Your father has been through hell, Egil. Many of us have.
But, we are free men.
So keep your eyes open.
I will.
- And your ears. - Yes.
Someone is coming! Torstein, someone is coming.
- Where? - Look there.
The gate!
You stay here!
The Baglers are coming. Get the King's son away!
Prepare the men and fetch Erlend. Now!
Skjervald. What happened?
What has happened?
Ylva.
Come.
The horse is ready. Get more food, Egil.
Yes.
We have to get the boy out of here.
We stay together until Audun's farm, and then we'll take Osterdalen.
You go ahead and leave. I will stay here.
Erlend, we are ready to leave.
Where did you see the Baglers?
They can be here at any moment.
- Where'? - They attacked my farm.
How many?
About 12 men.
Only 12?
One of our men is with them. A Birkebeiner.
Stéle. Yes, might be more of them.
We must get Hékon away from here before it is too late.
I will stay here and delay the Baglers.
The boy is safe. We have guards and scouts everywhere.
No, we head north now.
The boy stays.
By order of the King.
The King is dead.
The Baglers know that Hékon is here.
And how the hell do they know that?
I told them.
We are leaving.
But first, you'll see what we do with those who betray our righteous cause.
Skjervald.
Brothers!
Our cause and our blood have always met resistance.
Shoulder to shoulder, we have fought and bled for each other.
- Gard? - But, what happened?
Torstein, we're leaving.
Someone has betrayed us.
We...
who drink together.
Skjervald, you have betrayed your King.
Wait!
Skjervald is one of us.
He always has been.
Show that you are loyal to your King.
Do it, Torstein, and get the King's son away from here.
No...
I...
refuse.
Then you will be next.
We must show no mercy.
You will see what befalls those who betray us!
We shall defend our right.
Baglers!
Attack!
Get to the sleigh, and flee!
No!
Shh! Shh!
Run!
Take the quickest route to Osterdalen. I will take the boy.
- No! - Traitor!
Inga! Listen!
We will take care of him. You have my word.
Hurry. Get away from here!
Torstein!
To the horses!
Baglers! Hurry! Hurry!
Huff!!-
In here. This way.
Let them choose.
Fight on our side, or die.
Your word is my command, lord.
Those who want to live, must fight for the Church.
The choice is yours.
Skjervald! We shook them off.
He's sleeping.
He's sleeping?
Help me get him on my back.
Good. Let's go.
Gisle.
Let me out of here!
You will not manage this alone.
Not without me.
It appears that you were mistaken about me, Inge.
A long time.
I know that you did not kill the King.
Because I'm the one who did.
And I just want you to know that...
King Sverre's bloodline...
ends here.
Forgive me, brother.
I never gave you a chance.
I have always stood in the way of things you wanted to achieve.
But, now your turn has come.
Show the goodness in your heart.
Save the King's son.
You have never known me, brother.
You have no idea who I am.
Do you sleep here too?
No.
Kristin?
Has anyone been here in the night recently?
Well?
Kristin?
I did not see anyone.
Kristin?
I know that this is very difficult.
But, you must trust me alone.
Do not speak to anyone, do nothing.
I'm the only one who can protect you now, do you understand?
Yes.
Torstein?
How is he doing?
He is doing just fine.
- Shall we keep going? - We must keep going.
We must get him to Audun's farm before it gets dark.
Yes.
It's going to be alright. It will be fine, Egil.
- ls there something wrong with him? - What?
He's screaming! He's going to freeze to death!
He's fine. Look here. See.
We must find shelter!
There are some little barns over there.
Torstein!
Look!
He is freezing.
Take him out. We are safe here as long as the storm holds.
Here.
Shh, shh. Look here. Look.
His hands are warm.
He has royal blood.
He is a tough little guy.
Yes.
Do we have any food?
No.
Now, now, now. So, so, so...
Hékon, Hékon. Look at this. Look!
Look here.
Look.
Look here.
Look here, Hékon. Look.
Watch it go! Look.
Look here. Clippity-clop.
Once upon a time, there was a little...
King's horse.
No, an ordinary horse.
And that horse, it... wanted to be king.
Hékon. But, in order to do so,
it had to ride through a mountain of flames.
But, it was too hot. So he kept having to stop.
But one day... he found the fire within himself.
And he rode right through the flames. Ouch!
And that is why he came all the way here to you...
Yes.
The King's horse.
Oh, look...
Look here, Hékon, have some water.
Do you want some water?
Look. There.
Good.
Give me the horse. Look.
Torstein.
Torstein, I must leave.
What?
We're close to Audun's farm. He will help you on your way.
The Baglers won't be expecting me in the storm.
I will take them by surprise.
Are you leaving me here with the King's son up in the mountains
in a damn blizzard?
I don't know how to care for the boy!
Torstein, I must do this.
We are doing this together, damn it!
Norway's future is lying there,
and it's your fault that we're even here.
- My fault? - Yes, yours.
- My fault? - Yes.
Ylva said nothing. Nothing.
Do you understand?
Do you know how strong she must have been?
She fought until the end.
And what did I do?
Skjervald.
I must kill him.
You'll have your revenge, Skjervald. It is your right and your duty.
But it won't help that defenseless little boy lying there.
This is the only thing that proves that Hékon
is our new king.
And now I'm giving it to you.
Here.
We will all die, Skjervald. But our legacy lives on.
There are rumors that King Hékon is survived by a son.
The rumors are true.
We've done everything in our power to bring the royal heir here to Nidaros.
But...
as we all know, the winter can be merciless.
And it saddens me to have to inform you...
that the boy died in a storm in the mountains.
The King's son is dead.
It is with great humility that I have accepted the task
of being Norway's new king.
To secure an heir to the throne,
I will marry King Sverre's daughter, Kristin.
Together we will ensure that there is peace in our land.
Those who were once our enemies, shall become our friends.
Swords shall be laid down,
and disputes with the Church shall be forever laid to rest.
You will see a new Norway.
Torstein, Torstein. The storm has calmed.
Take Hékon.
Torstein! Torstein! They're here.
They've seen us.
So, so, so, so.
Come on! You go first!
Catch them, damn you!
Skjervald! Watch out ahead!
Torstein! Is he okay?
He's alive! So. Let's go!
Onward!
More are coming!
Keep going. I'll take care of them.
No.
Torstein!
Are you okay?
No, damn it!
- Give me the child. - No, we must continue!
Come on. Hurry!
Inga!
Welcome to our farm. Did you have a baby?
Oh, my son! You're alive!
My boy.
Thank you, Torstein.
Now, now. Mama is here.
Torstein!
Torstein! Get him inside, we must take out the arrow.
Ready?
- Easy. Easy, now. - Give me that bottle.
No, not that, it's fish oil. The one next to it.
Take it easy. I've done this before.
To reindeer.
Stay here. Stay. Stay.
All that... doesn't help a bit.
If I die, I'm going to kill you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Frikk, hold him down.
- Are you ready? - No!
It will be fine.
I'll take that.
No, not a chance. Remember what happened last time.
We must gather an army, Audun.
We mus! get Hékon to Nidaros.
An army? Could you go and fetch an army, Frikk?
All you will find here, is ordinary folk.
Hunters, farmers, crofters and an occasional fair maiden,
- if you're lucky. - We need warriors, Audun.
Send word for the King's men.
The King, yes. Well, he did not last long.
Fenrir the Wolf is loose.
Rumor is that Nidaros is out of control.
No one knows who is in power.
It might be us. It might be the Baglers.
Done. Let's take him to the sauna.
I know how you're feeling.
I have also lost my family.
Egil?
- Can I count on you? - Yes.
Good.
- Go up on that mountain. - Up there?
Yes. And then find a spot with a good view to the south.
- Okay. - Keep a constant lookout.
- Yes. - Don't sleep while standing guard.
- Don't be afraid. Do you understand? - Mmm-hmm.
If you see anyone, take the quickest route back here.
- Okay. - Good.
Lord, heal his wound, and free him of all suffering.
Give him health, and let him resume his mission.
You who live and give guidance, for all eternity. Amen.
You have a visitor.
- What is it? - I'm afraid.
I cannot be alone up in that room.
Have the chancellor take you to the room.
I will take care of you now.
Inge.
Huff!!-
Gisle! Let me out of here!
- Oh, no! - Gisle!
Hello! Welcome to the farm! Hi!
Welcome to the farm!
We must leave. We have to keep going. We must leave.
Torstein... Relax. Take it easy.
- Where is Hékon? Where's Hékon? - He's sleeping. He's sleeping.
Torstein.
I'm here.
Drink this.
Come on.
- What is it? - Fish oil.
You need nourishment, Torstein.
Yes, yeah, yeah.
Now it's your turn.
Refill? You want some more?
Thank you very much.
Cheers.
What is all this?
Do you think people just go to war voluntarily?
So you have a feast?
Yes.
Do they know they are going to war?
No.
This was all you could get?
- Yes. - This won't work.
They don't even know they are going to war.
Shut up!
Listen up!
We have Birkebeinerne in the house!
Hey! I'm not a Birkebeiner.
I'm just like all of you.
A poor country farmer.
I do my best to plough the rocky slopes we call soil,
and pray to God that my family will make it through the winter.
The Birkebeinerne are the King's men. But have they met him?
He who hides away in Nidaros, while the Baglers are burning our lands.
He who sits in a golden chair, sleeps on silk linen and sucks his thumb.
We are farmers, not warriors. But, we are fighting for all that we love.
For our families. For our survival.
The Baglers killed my wife.
They butchered my boy. Eirik.
He did not even reach his second birthday.
And for what?
For what?
The King in Nidaros is dead.
But, Norway has a new King.
And he is here with us tonight.
This is Norway's new King. Hékon Hékonsson.
The Baglers are coming to kill him.
Help me stop the Baglers once and for all,
so we can unite, under this King,
and send these Bagler devils back to hell.
Help me. Help us.
Not as farmers, but as this King's men.
Real Birkebeinerne.
Our new King.
Here, Frikk.
- No, I don't need it. - What?
I'll take one from the Baglers.
There is only one way through the valley.
The King's son and Inga must leave first,
and they will continue through the valley here.
Audun is here, and I'm here.
Here are the archers. Torstein, you lead the Baglers through here.
When you are close enough, the archers will start shooting.
- They're coming! - What?
- An army is coming from the south. - Are you sure?
It's the Baglers.
Everyone get ready!
Move it! Everyone!
Hékon?
Where is Hékon?
Inga! Hékon is in the sleigh.
Audun! You know what to do?
- Yes. - Good.
If they get through, the boy dies, you know that.
It will be fine. Trust me.
Yah! Yah!
Now, now, it will be fine, Hékon. Mama is here. Mama will protect you.
Be calm, sweet boy. It'll be fine.
They're coming!
Wait.
"Ow!
A bit further. A bit further.
Wait here... Wait here.
Wait.
They've made it through.
Wait.
We are safe now.
There, there. We are safe now.
Here they come. Wait. Wait!
Attack!
Off the horses! Attack, damn it!
Skjervald!
Here, drink this.
Welcome to Ragnarok!
They're getting through! Stop the horses!
Skjervald, come on!
Let's get them.
What did you say?
Skjervald!
Hang on, here we go!
Egil! Take it easy.
We are through. Now it's up to Skjervald.
They have broken through, damn it!
Drive, Egil! Hurry!
Just a couple of loose horses.
Hurry! Faster!
They are right behind us. Hurry!
Hurry! Faster, Egil!
Keep going. We'll stop them.
Skjervald! He got through!
Traitor!
For God's sake, Egil, faster!
Faster!
Please don't! He is just a child. Look at him!
Egil! Get up! We must keep going!
Skjervald.
Skjervald!
Skjervald. Skjervald.
You did it.
We will all die.
But, our legacy lives on.
That's fine. Hush-hush-hush.
Everything will be alright.
There won't be any wedding.
But, Kristin, don't show any fear.
Someone has started a rebellion and surrounded Nidaros Cathedral.
So now we will just have to move the wedding here
to the royal residence.
Hold the wedding ceremony here. No guests.
Do you know anything about this?
- No. - Come over here.
I do not know anything.
Birkebeinere!
I must speak with Inge.
Let me speak with Inge Bérdsson.
Now.
Wait! This is Hékon Hékonsson. This is Norway's rightful King.
No! Let go!
He is the King's son. I swear on the boy's life!
In the absence of your father, King Sverre,
I give you, Kristin Sverresdatter,
to Earl Gisle, to honor as his wife, in shared bed and home.
Now I know who you are.
It was God's will that you and your kinsman, Skjervald,
should save the King's son.
I therefore name you as Hékon Hékonsson's closest protector.
With the consent of the Birkebeinerne,
I will guard the throne, just until Hékon becomes old enough to rule.
You shall bring peace to our land.
"THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A NOVELIST AND A HISTORIAN IS THIS:
THAT THE FORMER TELLS LIES DELIBERATELY AND FOR THE FUN OF IT;
THE HISTORIAN TELLS LIES AND IMAGINES HE IS TELLING THE TRUTH."
THE LAST KING