Posted in Uncategorized on Jan 28th, 2009 No Comments »
There was a king in Sweden named Nithuth. He had two sons and one daughter;
her name was Bothvild. There were three brothers, sons of a king of the Finns;
one was called Slagfith, another Egil, the third Volund. They went on snowshoes
and hunted wild beasts. They came into Ulfdalir and there they built themselves
a house; there was a lake there which is called Ulfsjar. Early one morning they
found the shore of the lake three women, who were spinning flax. Near them were
their swan-garments, for they were Valkyries. Two of them were daughters of King
Hlothver, Hlathguth the Swan-White and Hervor the All-Wise, and the third was Olrun,
daughter of Kjar from Valland. There did they bring home to their hall with them. Egil
took Olrun, and Slagfith Swan-White, and Volund All-Wise. There they dwelt seven
winters; but then they flew away to find battles, and came back no more. Then Egil set
forth on his snowshoes to follow Olrun, and Slagfith followed Swan-White, but Volund
stayed in Ulfdalir. He was a most skillful man, as men know from old tales. King Nithuth
had him taken by force, as the poem tells here.
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Posted in Uncategorized on Jan 21st, 2009 No Comments »
Fjolsvith spake: "Hearken, Mengloth, a man is come;
Go thou the guest to see! The hounds are fawning,
the house bursts open, Svipdag, methinks, is there."
Mengloth spake: "On the gallows high shall hungry ravens
Soon thine eyes pluck out, If thou liest in saying that here at last
The hero is come to my hall. Whence camest thou hither?
How camest thou here? What name do thy kinsmen call thee?
Thy race and thy name as a sign must I know,
That thy bride I am destined to be."
Svipdag spake: "Svipdag am I, and Solbjart's son;
Thence came I by wind-cold ways;
With the words of Urth shall no man war,
Though unearned her gifts be given."
~ Fjolsvinnsmol, Stanzas 60 - 64
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Posted in Uncategorized on Jan 14th, 2009 No Comments »
Eleven in number the gods were known, When Baldr o’er the hill of death was bowed; And this to avenge was Vali swift, When his brother’s slayer soon he flew. ~ Short Voluspa, Stanza 1
The sybils arose from Vitholf’s race, From Vilmeith all the seers are, And the workers of charms are Svarthofthi’s children, And from Ymir sprang the giants all. ~ Short Voluspa, Stanza 6
“Long is the way, long must thou wander, But long is love as well; Thou mayst fine, perchance, what thou fain wouldst have, If the fates their favor will give.” ~ Groagaldr, Stanza 4
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Posted in Uncategorized on Jan 5th, 2009 No Comments »
The favour of Heerfather seek we to find,
To his followers god he gladly gives;
To Hermoth gave he helm and mail-coat,
And to Sigmund he gave a sword as gift.
Triumph to some, and treasure to others,
To many wisdom and skill in words,
Fair winds to the sailor, to the singer his art,
And a manly heart to many a hero.
Thor shall I honour, and this shall I ask,
That his favour true mayst thou ever find;
Though little the brides of the giants he loves.
~ Hyndluljoth, Stanzas 2 to 4
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