In the mountain of Boråseröd, which is located in the parish of
Svarteborg, there lived, in ancient days, a giant. As with all the
giant people, he has disappeared since the coming in of Christianity.
Some say that he died, but others believe that he moved to Dovre, in
Norway, where giants betook themselves when disturbed by the church
bells.
However, there is even to-day a hollow in the mountain which is called
“the giant’s door,” and within the mountain, it is believed there are
vaults filled with the giant’s gold. No one has, however, dared venture
to search for this treasure, and luckily, for with property of giants,
blessings do not go.
This giant had a daughter, so beautiful that he who once saw her could
never drive thoughts of her from his mind. Among the few whose fortune
it was to see her was a young peasant from the estate of Rom, adjacent
to the mountain. When he was one day out searching for the horses,
which had gone astray, he suddenly came upon the wonderfully beautiful
maiden, sitting upon the side of the mountain, in the sunshine, playing
on her harp.
The peasant at once understanding who it was, not of the kind to be
easily frightened, knowing that her father had an abundance of riches,
and thinking it was no worse for him than for many others to marry into
the giant family, approached her, under cover of the shrubbery, until
he was quite near, when he threw his knife between her and the
mountain, and as “steel charms a Troll,” or others of the supernatural
family, she was obliged, whether or not she would, to follow him to his
home.
In the evening, when the giant missed his daughter, he started out in
search of her, and in his search came to Rom.
Through the walls he heard the snores of two persons, and, when he had
lifted the roof off the cottage, he saw his daughter sleeping in the
arms of the young swain.
“Are you there, you whelp!” he hissed. “Has it come to this?” added he.
“So be it, then; but I demand that the wedding shall take place before
the next new moon. If you can then give me as much food and drink as I
want all your offspring shall be made rich and powerful, otherwise I
will have nothing to do with you.”
Preparations were hastily made by the young man’s parents for the
wedding, and neighbors and relations came from far and near, laden with
provisions. A great number likely to be present, it was determined to
have the ceremony performed in the Church of Tosse; but the day before
the wedding there came such a great freshet that it seemed impossible
for the bridal carriage to cross the swollen creek between Duigle and
Barby. The giant was equal to the emergency, and, with his wife, went
to Holmasar, in Berffendalen, and fetched a large slab of stone and
four boulders to the creek. The giant carried the slab under his arm,
and his wife the boulders in her mitten. And thus they built the stone
bridge which to this day spans the creek.
When the bridal pair came from the church to the banquet hall, the
giant appeared and seated himself at the table with the rest of the
guests.
Although the bridal couple did all possible to find him enough to eat,
the giant declared when he left the table that he was only half
satisfied, and therefore only half of the family should become great
people. Wishing to give the bride a becoming bridal present, he cast a
sack of gold and silver upon the floor, which the couple was to have if
the son-in-law could carry it up to the loft. Stealthily, the bride
gave her husband a drink which made him so strong that he threw the
sack upon his back, and, to the surprise of all, carried it out of the
room. Thus the newly wedded pair became possessors of an abundant
treasure with which to begin life.
For some time the young couple lived in plenty and happiness, but soon
the husband began to be irritable and abusive. It came, finally, to
such a pass that the husband took a whip to his wife. She continued,
nevertheless, to be mild and patient as before; but one day he was
about to start on a long journey. When the horse was hitched to the
wagon he observed that the shoe was gone from one of the hind feet. It
would not do to venture on such a journey without first replacing the
shoe. Here, however, was a difficulty. He had one shoe only, and that
was too large; whereupon he began again to scold and swear.
The wife said nothing, but quietly taking the shoe between her hands,
squeezed it together as if it were lead, reducing it to the required
size. Her husband looked upon her in astonishment and alarm. Finally he
addressed her:
“Why have you, who are so strong, submitted to abuse from me?”
“Because the wife should be submissive to her husband,” said the
giantess, mildly and pleasantly.
From that hour the man was the most patient and indulgent in the
region, and never again was heard a cross word from his mouth.