An-Magritt

00:00:19 - we carry loads of coal and ore - for Master Jochum

00:04:49 - Martin, stay here! - Use your wits!

00:07:11 She died by her own hand.

00:13:05 Don't stand there whispering. Shout, you devil!

00:17:54 Can no one tell me how many persons the divinity is comprised of?

00:21:20 Now we shall have our settlement.

00:23:36 Corn. It smells like flowers. Who refuses to give you com?

00:25:55 You've never had such a big load from me.

00:29:36 Poor child.

00:34:45 You must accept a tithe from me this time.

00:41:20 What a fine water wheel you've made.

00:43:51 Grandpa!

00:48:55 - No, there's more soil than stone. - Will you plough it all up alone?

00:53:07 - for 19 days and nights on end, protect us, dear St. Francis. "

00:58:46 Johannes! Johannes!

01:01:55 - What do you want? - Give me the letter.

01:05:16 Please! Merra-Per! Lort-Niels!

01:09:40 Why?

01:12:19 I never noticed when she fell, -

01:14:58 - soon we shall have wages - from MasterJochum

01:19:55 It was what he wanted. Lift him up, come and help.

01:24:14 If it's that bad, there's only one thing to do.

01:27:22 Hope? Arefugee such as I?

01:32:56 I don't know where...