Saturday, November 27, 2010

Fairytale Dolls

 Inspiration:


I got the idea last night (while doing homework, totally unrelated) to create soft fabric fairytale-mythology dolls! I'll start after finals and work on a few during Winter break (: In honor of our site here, my first two will be Baba Yaga and her chicken legged hut! After that, I'm thinking the three norns, the fates of Scandinavian mythology? After them- what are some favorite fairytale/myth characters you guys would like to see made into soft dolls? I'm already thinking for sure: the snow queen (one of mine and ribbons undone's favorites), maleficent and sleeping beauty from my favorite more well known fairytale, and a whole collection of Gods and Goddesses! What more should I do?

Friday, November 26, 2010

The Witch in the Stone Boat

The Witch in the Stone Boat - from- http://oaks.nvg.org/pega4.html

THERE were once a king and a queen, and they had a son called Sigurd, who was very strong and active, and good-looking. When the king came to be bowed down with the weight of years he spoke to his son, and said that now it was time for him to look out for a fitting match for himself, for he did not know how long he might last now, and he would like to see him married before he died.

Sigurd was not averse to this, and asked his father where he thought it best to look for a wife. The king answered that in a certain country there was a king who had a beautiful daughter, and he thought it would be most desirable if Sigurd could get her. So the two parted, and Sigurd prepared for the journey, and went to where his father had directed him.

He came to the king and asked his daughter's hand, which he readily granted him, but only on the condition that he should remain there as long as he could, for the king himself was not strong and not very able to govern his kingdom. Sigurd accepted this condition, but added that he would have to get leave to go home again to his own country when he heard news of his father's death. After that Sigurd married the princess, and helped his father-in-law to govern the kingdom. He and the princess loved each other dearly, and after a year a son came to them, who was two years old when word came to Sigurd that his father was dead. Sigurd now prepared to return home with his wife and child, and went on board ship to go by sea.

They had sailed for several days, when the breeze suddenly fell, and there came a dead calm, at a time when they needed only one day's voyage to reach home. Sigurd and his queen were one day on deck, when most of the others on the ship had fallen asleep. There they sat and talked for a while, and had their little son along with them. After a time Sigurd became so heavy with sleep that he could no longer keep awake, so he went below and lay down, leaving the queen alone on the deck, playing with her son.

A good while after Sigurd had gone below the queen saw something black on the sea, which seemed to be coming nearer. As it approached she could make out that it was a boat, and could see the figure of some one sitting in it and rowing it. At last the boat came alongside the ship, and now the queen saw that it was a stone boat, out of which there came up on board the ship a fearfully ugly Witch. The queen was more frightened than words can describe, and could neither speak a word nor move from the place so as to awaken the king or the sailors. The Witch came right up to the queen, took the child from her and laid it on the deck; then she took the queen, and stripped her of all her fine clothes, which she proceeded to put on herself, and looked then like a human being. Last of all she took the queen, put her into the boat, and said –

"This spell I lay on you, that you slacken not your course until you come to my brother in the underworld."

The queen sat stunned and motionless, but the boat at once shot away from the ship with her, and before long she was out of sight.

When the boat could no longer be seen the child began to cry, and though the Witch tried to quiet it she could not manage it; so she went below to where the king was sleeping with the child on her arm, and awakened him, scolding him for leaving them alone on deck, while he and all the crew were asleep. It was great carelessness of him, she said, to leave no one to watch the ship with her.

Sigurd was greatly surprised to hear his queen scold him so much, for she had never said an angry word to him before; but he thought it was quite excusable in this case, and tried to quiet the child along with her, but it was no use. Then he went and wakened the sailors, and bade them hoist the sails, for a breeze had sprung up and was blowing straight towards the harbour.

They soon reached the land which Sigurd was to rule over, and found all the people sorrowful for the old King's death, but they became glad when they got Sigurd back to the Court, and made him King over them.

The king's son, however, hardly ever stopped crying from the time he had been taken from his mother on the deck of the ship, although he had always been such a good child before, so that at last the king had to get a nurse for him – one of the maids of the Court. As soon as the child got into her charge he stopped crying, and behaved well as before.

After the sea-voyage it seemed to the king that the queen had altered very much in many ways, and not for the better. He thought her much more haughty and stubborn and difficult to deal with than she used to be. Before long others began to notice this as well as the king. In the Court there were two young fellows, one of eighteen years old, the other of nineteen, who were very fond of playing chess, and often sat long inside playing at it. Their room was next the queen's, and often during the day they heard the queen talking.

One day they paid more attention than usual when they heard her talk, and put their ears close to a crack in the wall between the rooms, and heard the queen say quite plainly, "When I yawn a little, then I am a nice little maiden; when I yawn half-way, then I am half a troll; and when I yawn fully, then I am a troll altogether."

As she said this she yawned tremendously, and in a moment had put on the appearance of a fearfully ugly troll. Then there came up through the floor of the room a three-headed giant with a trough full of meat, who saluted her as his sister and set down the trough before her. She began to eat out of it, and never stopped till she had finished it. The young fellows saw all this going on, but did not hear the two of them say anything to each other. They were astonished though at how greedily the queen devoured the meat, and how much she ate of it, and were no longer surprised that she took so little when she sat at table with the king. As soon as she had finished it the giant disappeared with the trough by the same way as he had come, and the queen returned to her human shape.

Now we must go back to the king's son after he had been put in charge of the nurse. One evening, after she had lit a candle and was holding the child, several planks sprang up in the floor of the room, and out at the opening came a beautiful woman dressed in white, with an iron belt round her waist, to which was fastened an iron chain that went down into the ground. The woman came up to the nurse, took the child from her, and pressed it to her breast; then she gave it back to the nurse and returned by the same way as she had come, and the floor closed over her again. Although the woman had not spoken a single word to her, the nurse was very much frightened, but told no one about it.

Next evening the same thing happened again, just as before, but as the woman was going away she said in a sad tone, "Two are gone, and one only is left," and then disappeared as before. The nurse was still more frightened when she heard the woman say this, and thought that perhaps some danger was hanging over the child, though she had no ill-opinion of the unknown woman, who, indeed, had behaved towards the child as if it were her own. The most mysterious thing was the woman saying "and only one is left;" but the nurse guessed that this must mean that only one day was left, since she had come for two days already.

At last the nurse made up her mind to go to the king, and told him the whole story, and asked him to be present in person next day about the time when the woman usually came. The king promised to do so, and came to the nurse's room a little before the time, and sat down on a chair with his drawn sword in his hand. Soon after the planks in the floor sprang up as before, and the woman came up, dressed in white, with the iron belt and chain. The king saw at once that it was his own queen, and immediately hewed asunder the iron chain that was fastened to the belt. This was followed by such noises and crashings down in the earth that all the king's castle shook, so that no one expected anything else than to see every bit of it shaken to pieces. At last, however, the noises and shaking stopped, and they began to come to themselves again.

The king and queen embraced each other, and she told him the whole story – how the Witch came to the ship when they were all asleep and sent her off in the boat. After she had gone so far that she could not see the ship, she sailed on through darkness until she landed beside a three-headed giant. The giant wished her to marry him, but she refused; whereupon he shut her up by herself, and told her she would never get free until she consented. After a time she began to plan how to get free, and at last told him that she would consent if he would allow her to visit her son on earth three days on end. This he agreed to, but put on her this iron belt and chain, the other end of which he fastened round his own waist, and the great noises that were heard when the king cut the chain must have been caused by the giant's falling down the underground passage when the chain gave way so suddenly. The giant's dwelling, indeed, was right under the castle, and the terrible shakings must have been caused by him in his death-throes.

The king now understood how the queen he had had for some time past had been so ill- tempered. He at once had a sack drawn over her head and made her be stoned to death, and after that torn in pieces by untamed horses. The two young fellows also told now what they had heard and seen in the queen's room, for before this they had been afraid to say anything about it, on account of the queen's power.

The real queen was now restored to all her dignity, and was beloved by all. The nurse was married to a nobleman, and the king and queen gave her splendid presents.

--I love that the nurse is more courageous and approaches the king than the gaurds are! XD way to go nurse!!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Part II of a Collaborative Fairytale

At long last, forgive me. I also humbly apologize for the rushed nature of these lines. They were composed this morning at a coffeeshop while under the influence of the wares sold at such places.


Straightening out her cloak, the princess checked around her to make sure no one had seen her clandestine arrival. There was no one about the courtyard. "Strange." she thought to herself as she reached to pick up her bag. "There is always at least someone around. This is a castle afterall." Despite this the courtyard and arched doorways leading into the entrance halls of the castle were deserted. Dusk was beginning to fall creating long bars of shadow arcoss the courtyard green. The princess began walking along these lines of shade to keep herself as hidden as possible, in case someone should come roaming. "Why should I walk in shadow?" she thought. "I am disguised! No one shall know me, they will think me a servant!" With new resolve the princess raised her head and marched right out of the courtyard and into the castle's township.

Because the Night, in her infinite mystery and depth, was coming on fast over the tiny kingdom the princess felt it best to make haste, but to where? Where to go? The coast was near, perhaps a ship! To take a ship! Oh, the quixotic nature of a sea voyage quickened her heart, and her pace, as she passed castle merchants taking down their stalls for the night. Then a thought struck her. Pirating adventures and sailor's tales are only truly romantic in books or via the honeyed throats of troubadours when a fair princess is snuggled next to a fire or wistfully leaning on the railings of her balcony. In reality, sea voyages are tedious, damp with a strong hint of brine, and too much sun. None of which are pleasant for a fair maid who too easily slips into ennui, and when sailors by there very nature are a gruff peoples who are usually smelling of piss, and after all; salt spray and an over abundance of sun are never good for the skin. "Perhaps, a ship is not so suiting to my taste after all." She thought.

While she was thinking these very juvenile and yet practical thoughts our princess still had not made her way through the castle village to the main gate which would then lead her into the wild beyonds of her realm and the things she knew. Her boots stirred up the dirt in a huffy-scuffy sort of way. One could tell that her step was intentionally careless. She tugged in an amateurish way at her shift as the coarse wool beat gently against her collar. The people passing her were ordinary enough. Dull roars issuing forth from taverns as she passed towards the castle gates. Music also accompanied the loud voices as the townspeople made their way home about her. Never had she stopped to look at her surroundings when she had been allowed to enter into the town. She had always been ushered about by guards or her companions from stale to stale, especially on festival days. The princess found a small doorway with a generous wood covering from which she could place herself, at least for a moment, and observe those peoples and their happenings. Nestling herself in this manner, one shoulder slouched against the side of the frame, she watched, smelled, and drank with all of her senses the new world into which she had transplanted herself.

Lamps were being lighted in windows. Through doorways she could see fires being built up for the evening meal by disgruntled matrons too used to this daily ritual, and contrasting with young wives still tending lovingly to every careful timber placed within the hearth. Tender caress passing from husbands and wives, reunited after a day of separate tasks. Children running in and out of these same doorways, through the narrow streets, causing their last bits of mischief for this sun's cycle. Animals began nestling into doorways, in a fashion similar to her current position. She became aware of the feeling of being watched and our voyeureuse checked herself and began to look around more closely. Scanning the upper story windows of the structure under which she stood. A pale colored cat sat in one such window and was eying her suspiciously, as if it knew she was a stranger in this familiar place. The cat's coat was a dirty white and the hair about it's shoulders bristled, giving the appearance of a disgruntled mantle. Despite these poor elements of appearance the cat still sat erect, as if presiding over all that passed beneath it. The natural pretension and arrogance of cats would rival that of any despot and this cat was no exception. Suddenly, a light came on in the darkened room which framed the cat. Its eyes flashed momentarily as it turned to face whomever had lightened the room before descending from the window, and by a series of cleverly planned jumps landed without so much as a thump on the road. The cat took one more look up to the window from which it had just flown before once again locking eyes with our princess. While not at all together unusual for a cat to do any of these activities something in the aura of this cat was strange and haunting to our princess. The creature began to move towards her, never breaking its gaze. The princess too began to move, very naturally stooping to give the puss a friendly pat once it should reach her. Suddenly the cat stopped in its tracks and issued forth a most ferocious hiss, its ears pricked and its hackles raised. Startled, the princess made to turn to see what had upset her new acquaintance. But as she made to move, two rough hands grabbed her about the arms, flinging her into the darkness beyond the dusky doorway, before she had even a chance to cry out.