Stories from the Finnish Epic: The Kalevala
Chapter 2 - Aino And The Queen Of The Lake as told by Nan Gregory
as told at the Seattle Storytellers Guild Epic Event
at the Nordic Heritage Museum on March 25th, 2017.
(Click to listen: 11.5 Minutes)
Nan Gregory has been a professional storyteller and author for over thirty years.
Her favorite stories these days are the epic tales she tells with friends.
Find out more at www.nangregory.com
(Runos - part of VI,VII and part of VIII)
As Joukahainen prepares his weapon, his mother asks him for whom he is preparing his mighty crossbow, when he tells her she pleads for him to reconsider, should Väinämöinen die the world will be plunged into sadness and stillness and the magical music will only be heard in the realms of Tuonela.
Joukahainen does not heed his mothers pleas, he prepares his first arrow and shoots high, his second arrow shoots low and the third while not hitting Väinämöinen himself, hits his horse in the chest, plunging Väinämöinen into the rushing waters.
Väinämöinen drifts on the roaring sea for eight days, his body beaten and battered. On the eighth day an eagle from Lapland flies overhead and—remembering the great favor Väinämöinen did by leaving the birch tree—lifts him high and carries him to the dry land in Pohjola.
Väinämöinen weeps for three days but a young girl hears his weeping and goes to fetch Louhi, the hostess of Pohjola. She meets with him and questions who he is and where he is from, although she seems to already know. She offers to return him to his homeland in return for him forging the magical mill, Sampo. He informs her that although he cannot do it, he will get the great smith Ilmarinen—the forger of the sky dome itself—to do it.
Louhi promises her eldest and most magnificent maiden daughter to Ilmarinen if he forges a Sampo and she gives Väinämöinen a horse and sledge to get home, but warns him not to look skyward until he is home. Väinämöinen departs Pohjola. Väinämöinen is speeding along on his journey when he hears something curious above his head and against the advice of Louhi he looks up…
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