folklore

Troll — the monsters of the mountains

A man-eater and a child-stealer, not a cartoon — the worst thing a mountain could be holding. Caught above ground at sunrise it turns to stone, which is why so many Norwegian peaks are said to be giants frozen mid-step.

A troll was the largest thing that could be living in a Norwegian mountain, and the worst — bigger than a bear, strong enough to carry off a grown cow, and hungry for human flesh when it could get it. People near the high forests and the summer pastures guarded against them the way they guarded against weather.

Trolls lived inside the mountains and in caves the daylight never reached, and came out at night. When they could not get human flesh, they took human company by force. A child who did not come down from the pasture, a bride who walked too far into the spruce at dusk, a herder who never came back from the high meadow — these had been taken into the mountain. The word for it was bergtatt, mountain-taken, and the few ever found again could not speak right afterwards. In one of the best-known tellings, Margit Hjukse of Telemark August Cappelen's 1852 painting of a waterfall in lower Telemark — white water tearing through a dark forest gorge, log-drivers working timber at the fall's edge. August Cappelen, Foss i nedre Telemark (1852), National Museum of Art, Architecture and Design Historic region and county in the inland-southern part of Norway, between the southeastern coast and the central Hardangervidda plateau. Home to Heddal Stave Church — the largest of the twenty-eight surviving Norwegian stave churches, standing nearly thirty metres tall — and to the heavy-water production facility at Vemork whose sabotage by Norwegian commandos in February 1943 disrupted the German atomic-weapons programme. The name Telemark also gives the world the modern ski-turn technique developed there in the nineteenth century. In the folklore record Telemark is the deepest vein of all — the landscape of the ballad collectors, the hardingfele legends, and the lake serpent of Seljord. Telemark A Catholic Norway — the faith that gave the kingdom its first institutions and the stave churchesWorld War II — the King’s “No” and the Nazis in NorwayThe Long Fall — the sudden loss of Norwegian nobility, the end of the kings, and half of Norway gone foreverFossegrimen — the waterfall fiddler who teaches you to playUtburd — the unbaptized child that will not restÅsgårdsreien — the storm that rides through the winter skyHuldra — the girl in the forest with a secretSjøormer — the serpents in the deep lakes and fjords is carried into the rock and lives there for years; when she is at last allowed home she is soon taken back for good, and her last wish is that the church bells be rung for her. The bells were the thing trolls could not stand, which is why so many tales have them hurling boulders at country churches and missing — the erratic stones left in the fields were the missed throws.

Daylight was the other defence: a troll caught above ground at sunrise turned to stone, and the Norwegian map is full of them. The De syv søstre Knud Knudsen's nineteenth-century photograph of De syv søstre — the seven peaks rising in a row across the water behind a rocky foreshore and the bow of a beached boat. Knud Knudsen, De Syv Søstre, Nordland (c. 1870–1889), National Library of Norway Range of seven peaks on the island of Alsten in Alstahaug, on the Helgeland coast, rising straight from the sea to between 910 and 1,072 m — Botnkrona the highest, Breitinden the southernmost, above the old church site of Alstahaug. In the Helgeland petrification legend the peaks were seven troll-daughters, caught mid-flight by the rising sun the night the troll Hestmannen rode south along the coast, and turned to stone where they stood — one legend cycle with Torghatten and the rider-shaped island of Hestmannen. Petter Dass, whose vicarage stood at the range's southern foot from 1689 to 1707, described the Helgeland mountains in Nordlands Trompet (printed 1739). De syv søstre on the Helgeland coast are seven troll-daughters frozen mid-flight. They were fleeing the same chase in which the troll Hestmannen loosed an arrow at the maiden Lekamøya — and the king of Sømna flung his hat into the arrow’s path, and the same sunrise that froze the sisters turned the pierced hat to stone where it fell: Torghatten Axel Lindahl's 1880s photograph of Torghatten — the pierced granite dome above the shore flats, the hole showing as a bright notch through the mountain's dark mass. Axel Lindahl, Nordland, Torghatten (1880s), National Library of Norway Granite dome on the island of Torget just south of Brønnøysund, on the Helgeland coast, pierced clean through by a natural tunnel roughly 160 m long and up to 35 m high. In the Helgeland petrification legend the mountain is the hat of the king of Sømna (the Brønnøy king in some tellings): the troll Hestmannen loosed an arrow after the fleeing maiden Lekamøya, the king flung his hat into its path, and the rising sun turned the arrow-pierced hat to stone where it fell. The tunnel itself is the work of frost and sea erosion along a fracture zone at the end of the last ice age. Torghatten , the hatted mountain with the hole punched clean through it. The Trollveggen Hans Gude's 1894 painting of the Trolltindene above Romsdalen — the jagged troll-wall crest half-veiled in cloud above valley farms, the foot of Romsdalshorn at right. Hans Gude, Troldtinderne i Romsdalen (1894), Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen Rock face in the Trolltindene massif on the west side of the Romsdalen valley in Møre og Romsdal — the tallest vertical and partly overhanging cliff in Europe, roughly 1,000 m of sheer gneiss whose summit crest stands about 1,700 m above the valley floor, the rim overhanging the base by nearly 50 m at its steepest. In the Romsdal petrification legend the crest's spires are a troll wedding party that reveled past sunrise and turned to stone where the light caught it; the pinnacles still carry the names — Brura (the Bride), Brudgommen (the Groom), and Trollkjerringa, the troll hag. The wall itself was not climbed until 1965, when a Norwegian team topped out one day ahead of a British one. Trollveggen wall above Romsdalen is a wedding party caught by dawn; a spire on it is still called Trollkjerringa, the troll hag.

What turned to stone was the troll the sun had caught. The one a herder still feared at dusk was the one the sun had not — the thing that emptied a summer pasture and left no one behind to say why.