
Gilitrutt (1)
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Å. Eskil Avenstrup
Icelandic Fairy Tales and Folk Tales
Axel Juncker Publishing, Berlin
1919
Iceland
Gilitrutt (1): trickery, monstrous feminine, fear, wit, threat, folklore
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Gilitrutt (1)
A young farmer once lived under the island rocks in the Eastland. He was a hardworking and ambitious man. Good pastures lay around his House around and had many sheep. He had just married. His wife was young, but unfit and lazy. She didn’t like to do anything and she cared little about the Economy. change.
In the autumn he gave her a lot of wool and asked her to fabric from it, but the woman did not give him a straightforward, friendly Answer to that; and it came to winter without them having the wool touched her, although the man often reminded her.
Once a rather tall old woman came to the woman and asked A little gift. "Can you work for me as a fee?" asked the woman. »I could do that,« said the woman, »what but is that really what it's like? Weaving wool into cloth," said the woman. "Give it here," said the old woman, whereupon the woman threw a huge wool sack and gave it to her. The old woman took the sack, threw it on the back and said: “I'll be the stuff on the first summer day bring. "" What kind of payment do you want to have for it? "Asked the Woman. »Not much,« said the old woman, »you shall tell me my name by call the third installment, then we're done.« That's what the woman promised to do, and the old woman went her way.
Winter was fading, and the farmer often asked his wife what would have become of the wool. but would find out on the first day of summer. The man did not speak then further away, and we entered the last weeks of winter. Then the woman began to think about the old woman’s name, but saw not the slightest way to experience it. sad and melancholy. The man saw that a change was coming had and wanted to know what she was missing and she told him everything. Then he became afraid and said that she had acted badly; Because that would certainly be a witch that would like to get it.
Once, when the farmer was walking up under the rocks, he came across A big gravel hill. Hardly knew what to do, when he heard a few blows below in the hill. He followed the sound and came to a crevice and saw There was a superhuman woman down there. had the stuff between her legs and was hitting it incessantly. She hummed to herself: »Hi, hi and ho, ho! The housewife does not know how my name is; hi, hi and ho, ho! my name is Gilitrutt, ho, ho! Gilitrutt my name is, hi, hi and ho, ho!« She continued this to infinity and beat the stuff eagerly. The farmer was happy because he thought that this must be the old woman who had visited his wife in the autumn. He returned home and wrote the name “Gilitrutt” on a piece of paper. But he did not let his wife know anything about it, and so the last Winter day. The housewife was very sad and spent the day Then the farmer went to her and asked her if she knew the name of her work wife, but she answered, "No," and said that she would now have to grieve to death. The farmer said that she could not needed; he gave her the piece of paper with the name and told her how everything had happened. She took the note, but trembled with fear; because she was afraid that the name might be wrong. She asked her husband to stay with her when the old woman came, but he said: »No, since you alone gave her the wool, it is also best that you alone give her the reward," and then he left her.
Now the first summer day came. The woman lay in her bed, but otherwise no one in the yard. Then she heard a loud banging and a booming Footsteps under the ground. The old woman appeared, and she did not look straight very graceful. She threw a large bale of woolen cloth onto the floor and said: »So what is my name, what is my name?« The woman, Which was more dead than alive with fear, "Signy." "That is what my name is called Not, I don't mean, advise again, housewife! Old woman. "Asa," replied the woman. "That is not my name," said the old woman, "That's not my name, guess again, housewife!"
»Your name is not Gilitrutt, is it?« asked the woman. When the old woman heard, she was so frightened that she fell to the ground and A terrible rumbler. and was never seen again. The woman was now overjoyed, to have gotten rid of this monster so cheaply, and was now a completely different person. She became hardworking and punctual and seemed later their own wool.
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