The chain mail is heavy on my chest. Must … breathe.
The sun is scorching, I’m so cold.
Nils? Where did you go? “Stay with me, boy!” I cried. But you didn’t hear me.

All the swords raised against the summer sky, the blow from the Danish soldier.
Your head fell heavy to the mud, trampled by feet, torn by hoofs, disappeared.
My heart is bursting! I promised your mother to protect you!

Katarina, God have mercy on you when the Danes come to loot. Good that the key will disappear along with me. Only I know where the silver is hidden. No one can force you to reveal something that you do not know.

My severed arm is turning the mud red. Strange, the hand is still gripping the sword. The sun reflects in my father’s ring. So we’ll meet again.
Twilight is already here. The chain mail is so heavy.