I can see it.
That's fine.
I can dodge them if I'm careful.
With no contact, I can neutralize his weapons.
-That's it, kid! -You can do it!
-That kid can really fight. -He landed a strike on the commander!
The swift like him are tenacious!
It's been a while since we saw a good fight!
Damn it, I can't cut him.
-He's wearing chain mail. -I liked this tunic.
My axes don't seem to scare you much.
You have real courage.
You definitely got that from Thors.
You giant bastard.
How do you know my father?
Didn't he tell you anything?
How inconsiderate of him.
I heard he originally came from nobility, a jarl.
That was Helga's side.
Thors gained rank by his own swordsmanship.
What?
Do you wanna learn more?
Do you?
If you want to learn more, you'll have to entertain me a bit more.
All right, Thorfinn?
I can entertain you,
but when I'm done, you're mouth might not work so well.
Well said, kid!
That's sidesplitting.
When he's done!?
Yeah kid, go easy on him!
What a moron!
Is something funny?
Thorfinn is a worthy opponent.
Do not laugh at him.
Thors was stronger than me.
Show me that you are truly the son of Thors,
Thorfinn!
That stupid child.
He came to get killed.
What happened to the prince?
Take that side!
Take out his legs!
From that direction!
Close by,
I can hear the cries of war.
I wish they would stop.
Have they nothing better to do?
Please be quiet.
I don't want to open my eyes.
I want to stay asleep .
Just like this.
Forever.
Your Highness.
Your Highness, Prince Canute.
Ragnar!
You're alive!
This is
just a dream.
Ragnar.
Yes.
I have come to say my goodbye.
Will you leave
without me?
Are you saying…
I must live in this world alone?
How am I to continue?
I have…
I have failed you
in your education.
I treated you not as a jarl,
but as a normal child.
I raised you
as a farmer would raise his own child.
I did this against His Majesty's wishes.
Please forgive me.
How is that wrong?!
You gave me more than my own father, the king!
I didn't want to be born into royalty.
If only…
If only
I had been born as your son,
things would have been so much better.
Your Highness.
Hearing that brings me joy, Your Highness.
Don't go.
I love you.
There are things you only understand after losing them.
You have already realized it.
-Ragnar. -I am only in your dreams.
-Wait. -The time has come for you to awaken.
No, Ragnar.
Come back.
Come back!
Live well, Your Highness.
Ragnar.
Do not falter! We can take him together!
How are you injuries?
Those men are fighting over who will take possession of you.
You have become a prize to be won.
As a monk, can you not stop their fighting?
Is there a way to stop them?
If they wish to die, then we should let them.
I had a dream.
I dreamt of Ragnar.
He was able to say goodbye.
He's a sincere man, even in death.
The only person who loved me
has now departed from this world.
That is a great enlightenment.
But not entirely true.
Was it love that Ragnar felt for you?
For your safety,
he witnessed the murder of 62 good villagers.
Your Highness,
what is
love?
Man, these guys hardly put up a fight.
It's hard to find strong opponents.
We'll never reach Valhalla at this rate.
Is the commander still dueling?
No way. That kid's dead.
Then why are they shouting?
I'm gonna take a look!
Me, too!
Hey, what's going on?
-Get him! -Commander!
-Damn kid! -Don't run away!
Seriously?
The commander…
That kid is ripping him apart!
That's it, Thorfinn.
There are maybe five men under me who could take you on.
He's wearing the same chain mail as before.
I must hit his tendons.
When I went for his vital in London he caused me pain.
The only way to win this is to stop his mobility.
Although you're certainly strong,
I feel like your skill with the daggers is but average.
There is something missing that would complete you as a warrior.
In that case, how did you get so cut up?
This is true.
I'm missing something too.
I was hoping I could learn it from you, son of Thors.
Tell me, Thorfinn.
What do you think?
What does it mean to be
a true warrior?
You're asking what love is?
Are you saying that Ragnar didn't love me?
Yes.
Then I have a question for you.
If Ragnar didn't love me,
then who is the person who properly embodies love?
There's one over there.
See?
He has died
and has become more beautiful than any living being.
You can call that true love.
He can
no longer
hate or steal.
He will remain abandoned here
and his flesh will provide generously for the beasts and the insects.
He'll be exposed to the wind and the rain
without uttering a word of complaint.
Death…
completes the human being.
Hey! What's wrong?
Damn it!
You don't know?
Well, don't worry about it. I didn't expect you to.
That's a cheap trick!
That's true love?
Death?
Yes.
In that case, what would you call those precious feelings
between parents and children, husband and wife, and Ragnar and me?
Discrimination.
Flattering kings while whipping slaves is not so different from that.
To Ragnar, Your Highness was more precious than anyone else.
He perhaps treasured you more than his own life.
That
fondness which he so expressed for you
was discrimination.
I see.
I understand now.
It feels like
a fog has lifted.
What?
Come on!
I can't believe it!
Ouch.
Damn it. It's still too shallow!
I understand.
This snow…
is love, isn't it?
That's right.
The sky.
The sun.
The blowing wind.
The trees.
The mountains.
Yet.
It's unbelievable.
The world…
God's work is so beautiful, and yet…
inside the hearts of men…
love does not exist?
It is said that the reason we live this way
is because our ancestors long ago disobeyed God
and by choice committed
the original sin.
After that, we were
banished from paradise.
-What? -Hey!
-Where'd he go? -What?
-Hey! -Is that…
He sprung off my foot to soften the blow?
Not bad.
-Over there! -Incredible!
He's dead now!
That's our commander!
Damn it.
Have I finally run out of options?
I think they're done fighting.
However,
this isn't good.
He may have lost his sanity.
Your Highness, you should make your escape.
Sanity?
Where are the sane people in this world?
They're all the same.
All the same.
All are the same without the knowledge of love.
They don't know the meaning of life, the meaning of death,
or even the meaning of their fighting.
Your Highness…
Enough.
I am tired of this.
Something was lost in exchange for wisdom.
A most important thing.
That something…
we will never attain as long as we live.
We will never attain it.
But despite that,
we are still asked to pursue it?
Father in Heaven!
Miserable warrior,
you are the furthest away from love.
You were exiled from paradise.
To end the suffering of your punishment, is there no other option but to die?
Is our only option in life to be tested and to endure?
Father in Heaven!
By your trials, this man's soul cannot be saved!
Father,
I will no longer seek your salvation.
If you will not give it to us,
then by our own will
we will create another paradise from this land.
What? Prince?
The pain!
Prince! Are you okay?
Stop, you fools.
Stop you're meaningless quarrel.
Meaningless?
The wound is severe.
Are you okay?
Damn it.
I made a mistake.
Don't move.
Your stomach has been cut.
Willibald!
Treat his wounds.
I will gather the horses.
You there, with me.
Your Highness.
I have witnessed a miracle.
Shut up and treat him.
Wait a minute, Prince!
Where are you going?
I'm taking you to Thorkell.
If I don't, my comrades will…
I am going to Thorkell myself.
We cannot transport the injured without borrowing a sled from them.
You cannot do that!
Why do you think I'm in tatters, you idiot?
If you go to Thorkell, all this will have no meaning.
Meaning? Meaning, you say?
A meaning to your fighting?
There is no meaning to this battle.
So don't die.
You warriors will become my vassals.
From now on, I will tell you when to fight.
I will give meaning to your battles, your lives, and your deaths.
That is
the duty of a king.
Subtitle translation by Astrid Oliver