Bornholm, 1st May 1877
Will you let me through!
Special edition!
Pelle the Conqueror
I was here first!
Girls over here! To me! Come here!
Good pay! Girls over here!
I still need a cook!
Women labourers! Four farmhands over the summer!
Anyone who needs an advance, come to me!
I take labourers too!
Look! Look!
You see that one, Pelle? I bet he's nice to children! Shall we try?
First I'll show you where you'll sleep, then you can have something to eat.
The devil with this! Why should I take the first best thing that comes along!
That isn't smart!
Lasse is responsible for me, I should think, and he knows what he wants!
I've been in foreign countries before! Hah! God knows!
Wait for me here! And watch our things.
The best thing always shows up last  you remember that, boy!
But Pelle did not need comfort.
He knew perfectly well that they had arrived in the promised land,
where even the poorest boys ate their bread with lard and sugar,
and money lay on the streets like dirt.
And to him, his father's words that the best was yet to come were but the
weak expression of a powerful truth:
that the entire world would be theirs,
with all the wonders that it held in store.
On the journey, Lasse had still been so sure of himself,
excitedly telling Pelle about Bornholm,
where the wages were said to be unbelievably good.
And now he was here, in the midst of all that glory,
and could not even find a modest place for himself and the boy.
He did not understand.
Danish brandy, my boy! All bow to Danish brandy!
You don't have to be scared! What would you be scared of?
Is your father's name not Lasse? Lasse Karlsson from Tomelilla?
Best not to mess with him, you know! He'll deal hard blows if he's provoked.
If the entire world were full of burning devils 
Lasse is here, and you don't have to be afraid.
Well, we'll just have to be patient.
You looking for work?
Yes... yes, we're both looking.
We want to work on the same farm  as the fox said to the gander.
And I suppose that one'll be foreman.
Yes, I'm sure someday he will.
He'll have to eat a lot of salt herring before that.
I'm the manager at the Stone Farm,
and I need a cowhand.
You'll get one hundred Crowns a year 
though you may find it bloody difficult to earn them, from the looks of you.
And the boy will have to do his share, of course.
You're his grandfather, I suppose?
His father! Before God and in the eyes of the world!
You must have something still going for you,
if you came by the boy honestly.
Come on up. You won't get an offer like that every day.
One hundred Crowns... well, alright then.
But Sir should know that we don't want salt herring and soup potatoes
three times a day... and we want a proper chamber, too.
And Sundays off.
And roast pork with raisins every day,
and rhubarb porridge every time you open your mouths!
Clean it up.
Here.
Go on, throw it out!
And what nest did those two fall out of?
What does the grandfather want here?
Couldn't find anything better, could they?
Lasse and Pelle quickly sensed the evil air hanging over the Stone Farm.
Like others of its kind, the manor had been built upon the sweat and blood
of the small folk who had worked the rocky soil here long ago
and had worked themselves to death over it, one by one.
Lasse had an especially eerie feeling
that he would never be truly happy here.
A desperate sense of defenselessness overwhelmed him,
making him tremble in helpless fear for his son.
Hey ho, go on, forwards! Go on! Get on with you!
Go on, you follow!
Come on, go, go! Go on, you old ox!
Will you go on! Hurry!
Will you get going? Follow! Go on!
Will you go on now!
Go on, come now! Come on!
Back! Back, make way! Go on! Back!
At first, Pelle had a hard time getting the large animals to listen to him,
small as he was.
He could not make his voice sound threatening enough
or crack the long herder's whip hard enough,
and often he was overwhelmed by despair,
alone and separated from his father.
Yes, this is necessary  it's Sunday today.
If I'm to give you until noon off, you'll have to hold still now so we can finish.
Master Eleve!
Ah, you're back, you lazy spy.
Someday I'll kill him!
Can't you be more careful, you clumsy trollop?
Haven't slept well, have we, Gustav?
Well, it's not your fault, in any case.
Can't you mend my work trousers already?
I don't mend where others caress.
Then get yourself back inside your mother where you belong.
There are plenty who'll give me a nice thick patch, if you don't want to.
I've got to do all the work by myself today. The others want to go out.
Yes, I see Boudil is washing her tits. She's being thorough 
I suppose they're up for a muster.
She's begged the day off to go to church. That one, to church!
Well, she can go where she wants as far as I'm concerned.
You, scoot! Back to your calves where you belong!
Good day, my boy. What are you doing?
Father!
Mr Kongstrup just called me "my boy"!
I suppose that means he'll soon want to adopt you, huh?
And he touched me with his cane, here!
Come on.
You make sure to remember this, my boy:
They are the masters, and we serve them 
and we're not supposed to do anything other than that.
They are beings placed above many things, owing nothing to anyone.
And we do not judge them  whether Madam drinks,
or Sir stays out every night or whatever else
is being gossiped about the masters.
Go on, Karlo, come on.
And they, listen to me! They...
Good day, Mr Gustav!
Pelle, come!
Come on! Come on!
Back.
You beast!
You... you beast, no!
That's a child!
He's just a child!
I'll kill him!
I'll kill him, the dog!
I'll kill him, I'll kill him!
What will you kill him with, father?
My hammer, I should think.
Really dead? As dead as a dog?
Yes, dead as a doornail.
And who will read us the names then?
The names?
The cows' names. The ones on the signs.
How are we to know them if Master Eleve can't read them to us any more?
Why, you've spoken true there.
Now run along to Karna
and tell her we won't repay her kindness with empty hands.
I'm sure mother Bengta won't mind in her grave...
she'd have suggested it herself if she could still speak.
But now that she's got earth inside her mouth, the poor dear...
Well, I guess we'll have to content ourselves
with giving him a good whipping, the dog!
Kongstrup!
Kongstrup, come out!
Got to talk to you! Kongstrup!
Quick, Pelle, run to father Lasse, tell him thank you!
This is not for your eyes.
Heinrich!
Come out!
Or are you afraid of me?
You've got to give me money for your son now, that's right!
What do you think his upbringing costs me!
No!
Father!
Father, he's back! Shall I get the whip?
No, no, no! We'll have to let it go.
He could die under our hands  little wretches like him don't keep well
when you give them a thrashing.
What if he does it again?
He won't get off without a scare. I will grab him and hold him up so he'll
dangle above the ground and squirm...
Lasse!
... and pretend to let him drop!
Yes, yes...
... and the others will come and laugh at him!
Can't you answer when you're called, you Swedish scoundrel?
Are you deaf?
I can answer, but Master Eleve, you should not...
I am telling you, I am a father, and a father's heart 
You can be a midwife for all I care, but you'll answer when you're called.
Got that?
Master Eleve, you must forgive me. I didn't 
Alright. But don't forget that Aspasia is not coming to pasture tomorrow.
She's not? Is she calving?
What did you think she was, foaling?
Pelle?
Will you stop it?
What is it?
Pshhht! Lasse.
Is the boy asleep?
Yes, I think so.
Thank you for the lovely kerchief.
I guess I could fill the balance for what's missing.
Yes, yes... tonight you want a taste of youth, Karna...
but you can't run from your age
 not even you.
In the end, you'll just peg it like everyone else.
Lasse is old 
poor and old.
And he must take it all...
let them push him around and thank them for it, too.
But you must remember that he lets them spit on him for your sake...
if that wasn't the case, Lasse would get his stuff and leave, old as he is.
Well, did you like it?
Hey, stay here, you bitch! Will you...
Herding was hard work,
but just watching the herd was like a lord's life for Pelle.
Those were the days! Air and life itself were flowing through him, singing,
as though he were a spring, and he walked as though swept up in a dream
of melodies and bliss.
The world he had just begun to build for himself was small
but he found it enormous 
and he had every intention of stretching it into infinity.
Everything would have to gather around him;
everything was there for his sake,
so he could play with it,
fear it or store it away for a grand future.
You want a smoke?
Only if you give me some of your breakfast!
I'll round up cows for you three times if you give me the other half as well.
What's your name, anyway?
Rud. Old Lasse is your father?
Yes, and he can beat up anyone if he wants to.
My father can buy anyone if he wants to.
Only the master of Stone Farm can do that.
Well, that's who my father is.
Then why aren't you living on the farm, huh?
Because I'm a bastard  and Swedish, like you!
Well, is the master your father or not?
I'm a whore's child!
Are you afraid of the water?
She gave birth to me out in the fields, in a turnip patch,
and then dragged me to the manor.
But she wouldn't let herself be run off or married off like the other wenches.
who had to spread'em to Lord Heinrich.
To Lord Heinrich?
Why, the master of Stone Farm! Now he's got to pay for me.
We've been living in a hut on the beach since.
You get lots of thrashings, too?
From Lasse?
Do I ever!
Here... there's ants here!
Yes... and the grass blades are turned outwards!
I bet the parents aren't home!
We'll reach the bowels of the earth soon!
It's boiling hot down there!
Nonsense!
Man!
Yuck, those are gross!
Worse than toads!
I think they're poisonous.
Poisonous?
They don't even have teeth. No bones, either. I think you can eat them.
I'm going to bite into one. You too?
Of course.
Nah  you don't have the guts. You're a bastard after all.
Give it!
A little fear doesn't matter  you just have to close your eyes
and open your mouth wide  wiiiide open! Then...
Rud!
Come here!
I have to go home. You want to sack birds' nests?
If you bring me something to eat again tomorrow,
I'll show you where they are!
Let's see what you've got under your shirt.
Madame said I wasn't supposed to show anyone.
You're a good boy. Come on in.
Put the bottle here. I'll give it to my wife myself... so no one will see.
I've already accepted your delivery  you'll get it once the boy's gone.
No, stay!
Why shouldn't he see how you withhold things from me
that we need in the kitchen!
Why shouldn't he see how Kongstrup treats his own wife,
always cavorting with others, day and night, all the time...
That should be enough.
I'd feel much better if she didn't send you on errands anymore...
that could get us into a tricky place,
much like a louse between two thumbs, hm?
Autumn came, and with it came harvesting.
It was the most appalling work he had so far...
and he had to sacrifice his best hours for it, together with his father.
Something sleepy came over him, and he became less lively
and eager to find out about everything.
Did you see those furs, Pelle?
Lots of money!
A good sign  a little bit of the roast pork and of all those
delicious things has got to be for us  spiced nuts and almonds
and whatever it's all called, he he he...
Merry Christmas!
Ah, our guests of honour from the cowshed!
Come, sit down!
Take only from the best  rice gruel and dried cod... sent by the masters!
With their best wishes for the holiday.
The masters can eat that themselves.
Gustav! Are you crazy?
That man, I don't know...
Oh! You've got a new hat!
Father Lasse gave it to me.
Pelle has whittled something for you, but now he's too shy, he he he.
Oh... you made that all by yourself?
You know what that's supposed to be, Karna?
I would dare tell you...
a small farm to provide for us both... and the boy...
Hey nonny nonny, my fellow fell over, just on Christmas Eve...
Leave him be, it's because of Boudil  she's waiting on the masters up there.
I took the stick and held it up, it still was Christmas Eve...
hey nonny nonny, my fellow fell over, just on Christmas Eve...
Not so loud, folks!
The masters have guests.
Why is it Christmas anyway, father?
Because that's the way it is.
Well, and because the year is turning now and starting again, you see.
And baby Jesus was born this night, you know.
One thing because of the other, you see.
Stop dawdling! Faster!
The drum is getting blocked!
Hurry up, damn it!
Erik, is it almost noon?
Half an hour!
Only when the horses are changed.
What? That might be a while. They only just left for the mill!
The other farms are already tilling for spring.
What is it?!
Go on, back!
Damn it, come here!
Stand aside!
Bloody hell.
You take a rest, my boy.
Go on, give me the jacket.
Giddap! Giddap!
You trying to get out of it? Get to it!
Let me try again. Go ahead.
Give it to me!
Giddap! Giddap!
Ole!
I need a belt to tie it off, a belt!
Yes!
Harness the horses!
Put him down! Put him down!
What happened?
It's Ole, isn't it?
Yes... three fingers! He'll be a cripple for life.
At last it is summer again.
The heat is stagnant, playing across the earth,
glittering with languid pleasure and soft gestures, like fish in the water.
And Pelle has the blessed ability of children to forget,
at once and seemingly without consequence.
What do you want for that fifty δre coin?
Hah! Do you think Mr Kongstrup gave it to me for you?
Nah, for fetching brandy.
But you'll lose it anyway if you keep carrying it around.
Nah... I always keep my fist closed around it in my pocket,
and I think of the nicest things I could buy for it.
So why don't you ever buy anything?
So I can keep thinking of new things I might get for it.
For fifty δre you can whip me with nettles.
On bare skin?
A hundred strokes?
 Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen...  Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
I'll take it away from you!
And I want the money up front, else you'll cheat me!
I don't cheat!
Yes you do!
Off with you!
Giddap, get on!
Giddap! Go!
Good lord, they're possessed, the lot of them.
Ridden by the devil, both of them.
Go! Giddap! Gooooooo!
What's to become of the farm if the master is forever fooling about?
It's a bad sort of love that drives a man away from his home.
And don't forget you've got a handkerchief.
Don't use your fingers, that's bad manners.
If no one sees, though, you might as well save the handkerchief.
Of course, it lasts longer that way.
And make sure you listen well and mark each word the teacher says.
And if anyone tries to draw you into silly pranks, don't go for it.
But if someone won't leave you alone, make sure you hit first.
He who hits first hits twice, as the saying goes.
Yes, it's a blessing from heaven, you going to school for the winter.
Never happened to me or any Karlsson from Tomelilla.
Lasse sensed it clearly: the boy was on the rise.
One feeling after the other... the child's defenselessness was fading,
making room for the harder feelings of the ego.
And if the world...
Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!
Crazy!
Bastard!
Cow farmer!
Swede!
Arseface!
Break.
"M"... and which one's this?
"Which one's this", again? Don't you see, it's an "M"!
Oh yes, yes, yes... of course. I don't know where my head is today.
And what do you need it for?
Why, it's the first letter  in the word "embark"!
Aah... you've grown so clever, my son.
And Mr Fries wants a new hymn
every week?
Yes... and the one who knows them all gets cream cake at Confirmation.
Hehe... well, no sweet without sweat.
It's all right, little one.
Father!
Dear father... you!
Oh, it's you, boy.
Did someone hurt you?
Ow... oh right, the bull... yes...
But how did you get it to...
you've saved your father's life...
I'm going to throw up...
quick, run after the bull. The manager will be angry enough at us as it is.
Oh dear, I might be drunk right now, hehehe... if it wasn't for the pain!
I'm going to have to lean on you, my boy.
Mr Fries, Mr Fries!
A Finnish ship is drifting out there! She's riding too low with cargo!
The water carried everything to shore!
They're hanging in the rigging, frozen stiff! The fore part is taking on water!
Why don't they swim for shore?
Swim, hah! Did you hear that?
What? I'd rather freeze to death!
But those are sailors!
So what, my father can't swim either! Mine can't swim either!
A sailor should always do his best but not defy God when he's shipwrecked!
Not doing his best, then, is he?
Bastard!
Come on.
You sod off to the other farmers, you hear?
I'm no more of a farmer than you are!
Is any of you brave enough to jump into the water here?
Into that icy water? Why?
Pfft, so I'll get a cramp and freeze?
Can you even swim?
Pelle, Pelle, come on, we'll take you home! Pelle, Pelle! Pelle!
Pelle!
Hey, can't you... what's the matter with you, you're a right icicle!
I'm the shepherd boy at Stone Farm...
You'll freeze before you get there... oh dear...
A little bloodletting would be best 
that's what they do at sea if someone went overboard.
Or so my husband says.
Is he a sailor too?
Ah... he's been gone for years, the shameful scoundrel.
Lost at sea?
Hm, I doubt it... I'd have had a sign if he was.
A sign?
Yes...
well, anyway...
anyway, he left me.
She calls herself Madame Olsen?
Mmm hmm.
And did you tell her we always put aside some of our money?
No...
Tell her next time, then, so she won't think we're poor as lice.
Next time?
Well, next time you see Madame. No need to jump in the icy water, though.
I bet I'm not a bastard anymore now.
And she's got it warm? And properly clean?
Yuck, what's that?
Onion tea, it loosens.
For your constipation, right?
Pelle, we don't want to stay on the Stone Farm, do we?
We want our own place.
No matter if it's with Karna or Madame, as long as you have a mother.
Then we'll have coffee in bed on Sundays.
Come on, go! Go! Go!
Signe!
Child!
It's so lovely to see you! How you've grown! I'm so happy...
Father sends his regards...
Thank you, child!
Come in, you'll have to tell me everything about Copenhagen...
A relative of hers, Miss Kφller  she's to keep her company.
Such a young thing?
Maybe she wants him to have a pretty face to look at at home.
Maybe she thinks those who have food at home don't have to eat out.
For heaven's sake... what is the woman thinking?
Wait, please! After you! Now, come on in.
Father! Father!
Father, a black dog...
a black dog appeared to her  with water dripping from its coat!
Do you think I've got time for your nonsense now?
At Madame Olsen's, father!
In the middle of the night, a large black dog was standing by her bed,
and she knew it was the ship's dog, bringing her the message.
The message?
What message?
She got up and went to the window.
And?
And she saw a ship out at sea, with full sails,
and everything looked transparent.
Transparent?
Madame Olsen's husband was hanging over the railing,
water dripping from his hair and beard.
That was the sign.
I'll be damned.
Who is it? Pelle's father. Lasse Karlsson.
Come in, don't stand about in the cold.
Pelle is what you'd call a latecomer, but I can still do a man's work,
in both senses of the word.
Go on, eat.
You've come a long way.
I suppose you were a good wife to your husband.
That is true.
He got everything he could ask for  when he was ashore
Plenty of it.
But he never helped out for it.
And God knows there's a lot to do around a house.
I've got one cow.
But she could be kept here.
There are no debts on the house.
Well, I'm just a poor devil, compared to you.
All in all I guess I've got ... fifty Crowns.
We've both got proper clothes, though.
But other than that, I've got nothing except a good pair of hands.
Well, that's worth something.
And you're not just here to get a bucket of water or something?
No... we're not afraid of a cup of coffee in bed, are we?
On Sundays and holidays.
We?
Oh, you mean Pelle.
Well, I already know you like the boy.
Then... then I suppose I should ... have a kiss now?
That you shall.
Leaving Day has brought new faces to the Stone Farm.
Restlessness and resentment among the workers have stayed, however.
Pump this.
Well?
Well, you? Ha ha ha ha!
Where the hell are you going?
The manager himself gave me the afternoon off.
On Sunday, when we had the storm.
Yes, that's true. But we're on the last loads.
We can finish today if everyone lends a hand.
You can take off another day, can't you?
- Can't. - Why not?
I've got today off.
What the hell... I'm telling you, you can get any other day off!
Nah, can't do that.
Why not, man? You got somewhere urgent to be?
Nah... I've just got today off.
You're staying!
Well, now what?!
God damn it! I'm taking my day off, if I have to eat many herrings to do it.
Twenty? I don't believe it.
Want to bet?
Bengta, many herrings for Erik!
Lasse, you get the brandy.
It's on me, for now! Come on, go ahead!
One!
The manager's a devil though,
you'll have to think of something good to trick him!
Watch it, and now...
Two...
Watch it...
Three...
Four...
aaaand five...
No no, they're not happy with the wages,
the hours are too long for them and the food's not good enough.
And it's all because of Erik,
he's always opening his big fat mouth and going against the manager...
they've been provoking him all summer, but if they really get him livid,
then...
it's best you stay out of his way today.
I'll be a while getting back.
Who sent Lasse for brandy?
Is Lasse gone?
The old fellow does like his brandy.
That's right  leave it to the old man to deal with.
You deserve a beating, the lot of you.
Nah, we don't deserve a beating,
and we won't stand for it, either.
Master Manager, Shut your trap!
And where's Erik?
Erik, the manager!
Pelle, scram!
What's the meaning of this? Are you sick?
Let me see!
Ah  is this your funeral finery?
Guess it's time we got you underground, is it?
You're smelling already!
I'm not dead  and I don't smell any worse than certain others.
Go ahead  hit me! We'll find out if there's an authority in this country yet.
Stop turning the servants against us
or you'll find out sooner than you'd like just who's the authority here!
So the young miss is going back to Copenhagen, so suddenly?
When she's got every prospect of inheriting?
Well  she shouldn't have come between the tree and its bark.
What with one of them putting all their trust in her.
We might come visit for Christmas and see how you're doing.
Wait a moment, miss!
I want to bid my farewells, too!
You're a cold one, aren't you?
I suppose that's because you can prance off in your carriage
and have your bastard over the sea, right?
While I dropped mine in a turnip patch.
Is that a reason to be all high and mighty?
We're all dealing with the same bull here!
I can't believe it... harming oneself!
Here, take that  run!
Whoa!
She must have incredible control of herself...
go on, to school!
How you keep outgrowing things!
There  the sleeves are growing shorter and shorter!
And you'll need new school trousers too.
Come on.
And I won't even think of the Confirmation suit.
How to pay for it all?
Maybe you and Madame Olsen could get on with it.
The authorities need us to wait the proper period of time first,
there are certain requirements for a dead man to present himself within that time...
or not. That's the law.
And Karna?
Yes, now Lasse has two women who want him, hehehe.
Hands off!
But the likes of me have to stick with just one,
that's what the Holy Bible commands. The other stuff is for the great ones,
for the prophet Abraham or Master Kongstrup.
For heaven's sake, boy, wake up!
The doctor has to hurry or it'll be too late!
What is it?
Let go of me! No!
Kongstrup!
He's castrated himself!
He did it when drunk, they say...
Him? He never even drank at home!
Do you think... she did it...?
It's the blood of the Stone Farm masters coming out in her.
Yes, none of them ever let themselves be trodden down unjustly.
Wait for me here!
I sent word to Lasse already,
Boatman Olsen has come home after all.
Hey Pelle, wait for me  hey, what is it? Hey!
Why should I mourn? Hehehe... here, Look, I've got a new bride already!
Kiss her, boy! Oh...
You stop that!
What's the matter boy?
Did anyone hurt you? You needn't be afraid.
Lasse is here, and he'll hold the entire world to account!
Yes, yes  now I'll call it to account for all the years of servitude and drudgery
and keeping mum! Now I'll go and call on Kongstrup to give me justice!
Father, no!
Take your hands off your father!
There, a spit in the sea... all hands to shore...
like a piece of driftwood, all carried off, all of it...!
Ah, yes, yes... stop blathering. Come here!
What's the time?
A sight shorter than... A quarter to the miller's daughter!
You're all crazy. Can't you tell us what the time is, Karl-Johann?
Sure! It's how we measure our days!
Never mind what the time is! You see to it that you finish!
Otherwise we won't get any further tomorrow.
Why tomorrow?
Did you hear that, Karl-Johann? Harrowing and ploughing all week...
and they promised we'd get tomorrow off, it's Sunday!
The cattle need green fodder. And you'll go reaping tomorrow.
Master Manager, you know, there are servants' regulations and they say that
They say I have to ask you to work Sundays, do they?
- No, but... - So shut your trap, Thrall.
I could squish him from both ends if I cared to.
I gave you one warning, Erik  I won't give you a second one.
I need some brandy today; who'll go?
Oh God, forgive me if I have abused your gifts,
but misery is badly laid to rest if it's drowned in brandy.
Father? Yes?
I swear to you that you'll never again see me as I was yesterday,
I promise you 
That's not it.
It's because of Confirmation.
For heaven's sake...
I'm to be refused.
No, anything but that... what can you have done to deserve that?
I beat up the minister's son. He called you Madame Olsen's whoremaster.
Refused... it's my fault.
Let's go away, father, we can't stay here any longer.
Where to? Who will have you, without the church's blessing?
Now all that's left to us is begging.
Go on!
Have you blown your nose? Yes.
Can't you be a little quieter!
Let's just go in.
You go in first if you're so much better at this!
Maria?
Do have a seat.
How are you, Kongstrup? Did you get some rest?
Why haven't you offered them a seat, father?
Yes... all it takes is confidence!
You think they'll buy me leather shoes as well?
If they've promised you a suit... who knows,
they might even give you a feast for Confirmation, heheh.
Put away your knives!
Throw him in the basement!
No!
Blessings and the best of luck, my son.
Let's tie that, in God's name.
And let's ask Him to help you on your way, wherever fate may take you.
We've come so far in life, hand in hand.
But I suppose each one must hold up his own end now.
I'll be alright, father. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
Take care, you.
I'm more and more convinced the boy was born to be a winner.
Farewell Blebe...
you old bitch.
The doctor was here again.
Erik has lost his wits, probably for life.
And... if you were to stay after all, Pelle?
We could talk to Mrs Kongstrup again!
I'm sure she'd hire you for decent pay!
Never wear a shirt for longer than two weeks, you know that!
You could catch some vermin and be the mockery of the town!
No one who's keen on a good reputation should put up with that...
Farewell father, and thank you for everything.
In God's name, then, if it has to be.
Lasse!
And as Pelle looked back upon the world of his childhood,
it was only the good memories he saw glimmering in the bright air.
All other things weren't there and had never been.
Now he stood tall, healthy and strong, equipped with the ten commandments
and one hundred and twenty holy hymns, facing the world with the open,
determined countenance of a conqueror.
Pelle the Conqueror