Holy Virgin Mary! There are too many!
Too many! We will be slaughtered by the Dane!

They aren’t shooting from atop the wall, why aren’t they helping us? We’re just here to defend our freedom!

My brothers, they fall all around me from stab wounds and crossbow arrows. Jon! Erik! Pär! They’re being hacked to death!
My God, I don’t want to die! Don’t want to die!
I run… run… run… take cover in the moat. Dear God my creator, dear God my creator!

Hoofs boom behind me. The Danes are chasing me. No, no, no! Spare me please, I’m not a soldier, just a smith, a regular person. A person! I don’t want to fight, want to live in peace. Want to live, live. Mother! Sister! Mercy!