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A caravan of flame-coloured wagons cuts across the Jutland heath, trailing fiddles and tambourines like sonic sparks; within this mobile realm, the child Raya is hailed as princess by weather-bitten Romany who speak Danish with the cadence of distant thunder. Years compress into a single dusk: Raya blossoms into Ellen Rassow’s alabaster-skinned hawk, her gaze equal parts pilgrimage and provocation, while the clan’s matriarch (Henny Lauritzen, all copper coins and wolfish shawls) bargains her legitimacy to the highest squire. Enter Charles Willumsen’s lieutenant, stiff as a sabre in dress uniform, believing he can flatten nomad magic into regimental order—only to find the gypsy princess slipping through his fingers like quicksilver every time moonlight strikes her hoop-earrings. Anker Kreutz’s black-clad bailiff stalks the periphery, a human warrant in search of a signature, conjuring bureaucratic nightmares amid camp-fire smoke. Emanuel Gregers—actor, scenarist, conjurer—lets the camera loiter on painted wheels, on fiddles cracked yet singing, on the moment Raya’s ankle-bracelet sinks into marsh-water: a relic swallowed by Denmark itself. The final reel detonates in a barn strewn with rye, where loyalties invert, blood soaks straw, and the word “home” is whistled like a curse; yet the film ends on a crane-shot ascending into copper sunrise, suggesting that exile, not settlement, is the true kingdom.
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