![]() He drowned and came back as Draugen.ĭraugen still carrying the dead man’s flesh, skin and clothes. He tried to conquer the ocean and was himself conquered by it. He tried to steer his boat against the will of the ocean. Draugen once he was a brave fisherman or a sailor, too brave and head strong, with no respect for the ocean. Draugen was standing in front of him and blocking his way. He looked straight at the fisherman’s and the sailor’s greatest fear death itself. And he slowly looked up and when he saw what he saw he was petrified. And the strong liquid warmed him, even out to his fingertips.Īnd he had just stepped out of the boat when he heard a sound. He could hear the sound of the small waves. And it would have been much easier, much quicker for him to jump over the fence and run through the churchyard.īut it was the darkest night and he didn’t feel like doing it so he walked around and finally he reached the fjord. And he walked until he reached a church and the churchyard, the church yard was surrounded by a fence built by stones put on top of each other. And the young man could see his own breath streaming out of him. The snow was covering the landscape and made the darkness lighter and the snow was hard so he could hear his own boots on the snow going like, CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. I will go down and I will get us all something to drink.” So he grabbed his warm coat, put on some heavy boots, a cap on his head, he picked up the keg and the other men cheered him as he left the warm house and stepped into the cold dark night.Īnd it was cold outside. It was cold, dark outside and nobody felt like taking this ten minutes walk down to the fjord.Īmong the working men there was a young man eager to prove that he was a man like the others. There was more liquor stored in one of the boats tied in the fjord but it was a dark dark time. The farmer told them that they could go on drinking. The bottles were empty and the night was still young. And they enjoyed the time, talking telling but suddenly their glasses were empty. They just had been eating a good meal and was now sitting drinking liquor, burning liquor. The working men were sitting in the little house. The helpers and the workers they lived in a small house on the farm next to the main house in a house we call draingessteur.Īnd the story starts on a day when it’s time for a change a day when the sun soon will return, a day we now call Christmas Eve. He paid his helpers good and made sure they had everything they needed. And this farmer he needed a lot of helpers and workers to work on his farm. And he was what we would call in Norway, a fish farmer. And the boats were tied to the pier in the fjord. So, he was also a fisherman with a few boats. And there lived a rich farmer, he owned a lot of land and a lot of animals and his farm was only ten minutes away from the fjord, the sea. And this story happened in a place up north. I mean it’s dark, but up North it’s even worse it’s dark 24 hours. ![]() Please tell us your story.ĭAHLSVEEN: I live in a part of Norway where it is not so dark. ![]() Now, how do I say it, not dragon, because the English word is dragon, but this word is.ĬURWOOD: And I’m sure we’ll learn what the draugen is. So, that’s why we stayed alive, we stayed away from being drowned.ĬURWOOD: Now Heidi you have a story that begins on a cold, dark, arctic night. And he taught us about a creature called a Nekken who lived in there and who we should be really afraid of because he would take us down to his home, for instance.ĭAHLSVEEN: Yes. It’s not in a circle with stones around it but just huge wells, where the rain can come down. So he taught us about this, we have this strange well. I mean when you live on an island you have to be aware about the water. CURWOOD: What’s the one thing that you remember your grandfather teaching you, telling you the story?ĭAHLSVEEN: He told us to avoid the well. ![]()
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