{"id":5360,"date":"2017-02-20T12:58:39","date_gmt":"2017-02-20T12:58:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/icelandic\/?p=5360"},"modified":"2017-02-26T16:31:10","modified_gmt":"2017-02-26T16:31:10","slug":"a-gray-and-hairy-handful-of-stories-about-drangey-while-on-haitus-in-the-north-of-iceland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/icelandic\/2017\/02\/20\/a-gray-and-hairy-handful-of-stories-about-drangey-while-on-haitus-in-the-north-of-iceland\/","title":{"rendered":"A Gray and Hairy Handful of Stories About Drangey, While on Haitus in the North Of Iceland"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yesterday, I headed up to Sau\u00f0\u00e1rkr\u00f3kur, the biggest small-town in all of Iceland, with a population of around 2,000. I came here because I\u2019ve found that I\u2019m at my best after a respite from work \u2013 or, rather, I find that I work best when I am away from home to work<\/em>. The quiet up here is what Gyr\u00f0ir El\u00edasson calls \u201csteinn\u00fe\u00f6gull\u201d (well, he uses it as a verb \u2013 stein\u00feagna), meaning stone-silence. That\u2019s probably not unrelated to the idea of \u201csteinsvefn\u201d or \u201cstone-sleep\u201d \u2013 much like we say (in U.S. slang), \u201casleep like a log\u201d.<\/p>\n

So I took a walk to the beach today, which was covered in snow, and I thought about what I might write. This is my first time in the north of Iceland. So I gathered up a book of Icelandic folktales (because, honestly, who doesn\u2019t love a good ghost story?) and I chose to take a look at those that took place nearest to me. Drangey (Drangi (M) = a pillar of rock; ey = island) seemed to be the place.<\/p>\n

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But first, a little bit about the island itself:<\/p>\n

Drangey is the remnant of a 700,000 year-old volcano (about 6km offshore), worn away by the constant lapping of the ocean. It\u2019s about 168 meters tall, with sharp cliffs, and a flat top. Though it\u2019s a mixture of basalt and tuff (solidified debris from an eruption), years and years of erosion have transformed those rocks into soil nutritious enough to cultivate life. It\u2019s got grassy flower fields and is a known hub for seabirds (guillemot, auk, puffin). But it\u2019s a lateral climb (now, luckily, there\u2019s a ladder), and not for the faint of heart.<\/p>\n

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Which makes it the ideal hangout for an outlaw.<\/p>\n

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In Icelandic folklore, the island is said to be a petrified troll-cow. Sort of like this melted cow sculpture in Budapest, but like all things Icelandic, made of basalt:<\/p>\n

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One evening, a lovely troll couple<\/strong> went traveling with their sow to introduce it to a fine looking young bull, who just happened to be all the way west in Strandir. They\u2019d hardly made any headway when the sun rose, mineralizing the trio. The troll-wife became the rock-pillar known as Kerling (Old Woman \u2013 but don\u2019t go around using this word, it\u2019s not really polite), the troll-husband, became Karl (Man, or Old Man). Karl was just north of the island and Kerling is just south; Karl collapsed into the sea in 1755.<\/p>\n

Now, that said, Drangey was first mentioned in Grettissaga<\/strong>. Grettir (a well-known outlaw) took refuge there for the last three years of his life, fleeing from various enemies. (As aforementioned, it\u2019s prime real-estate for a man on the run.) Because Grettir was afraid of the dark after his wrestling match with the ghost Gl\u00e1mr (he\u2019s a corporeal ghost), he brings along his brother and his slave for company. The saga says that he swam to shore to fetch firewood when they\u2019d run out, and he brought the wood back (burning?) to the island (we won\u2019t go into the specifics of how he got the wood, or what he did while he was on land).<\/p>\n

The swim itself has been repeated at least 15 times since the 70s (strangely enough, I recently met the first Icelandic woman to swim across the English Channel \u2013 more on that later).<\/p>\n

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And, now, the last story I want to tell is about Gu\u00f0<\/strong>mundur Arason<\/strong>, the 13th century bishop of H\u00f3lar, and the devil<\/strong>. He was lauded for helping those in need, and ultimately earned the name Gvendur the Good (Gvendur is a diminutive of Gu\u00f0mundur \u2013 gu\u00f0 is pronounced \u201cgvouthe\u201d).\u00a0 \u00a0He was renowned for blessing and consecrating various places across Iceland, especially wells, many of which now have his name attached to them (Gvendurbrunnar).<\/p>\n

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Since (and before) Gu\u00f0mundur\u2019s time, the lives of many a forager have been lost in pursuit of the precious eggs of birds nesting on the island. Long ago, people began to feel there was something suspicious in the number of accidents on the cliffs. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the climbing ropes had been cut\/severed by a sharp impliment \u2013 maybe an axe or a knife.<\/p>\n

So bishop Gvendur decided to lend a hand by blessing the cliffs, in the belief that the evil spirit(s) dwelling there would be banished. He made his way to the island with his clergymen. They sang mass at a rock shelf (henceforth known as Gvendur\u2019s altar, where people still say prayers). While the bishop was in the process of blessing nesting grounds on the north-western end of the island, while dangling from a rope, mind you, a \u201chairy gray hand\u201d (h\u00f6nd ein gr\u00e1 og lo\u00f0in) emerged from the rock face, brandishing a sword. It began to saw away at the rope.<\/p>\n

Now this is where it gets interesting. Gvendur doesn\u2019t make a deal with the devil per-say. (The gray and hairy hand is how the devil\u2019s hand is described in Icelandic folklore, with relative frequency). Instead, the hand saws away at two of the three main strands of his rope, but can\u2019t cut the third because Gvendur did such a top-notch job of consecrating that single strand. So while Gvendur is hanging by a thread, the devil, who has clearly been killing off the local bird-poacher\/egg-gatherer population, says to him, \u201cV\u00edg\u00f0u n\u00fa ekki meira, Gvendur biskup; einhversta\u00f0ar ver\u00f0a vondir a\u00f0 vera.\u201d (Roughly, \u201cBless no more, bishop Gvendur; evil also needs place to dwell.\u201d).<\/p>\n

So he did just that. His clergymen pulled him back up the cliff, leaving that section of the cliffs unconsecrated. It\u2019s now called (unsurprisingly?) Hei\u00f0naberg (heathen\u2019s cliff), where there are supposedly more birds than anywhere else on the island.<\/p>\n

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Til next time \u2013<\/p>\n

M<\/p>\n

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Yesterday, I headed up to Sau\u00f0\u00e1rkr\u00f3kur, the biggest small-town in all of Iceland, with a population of around 2,000. I came here because I\u2019ve found that I\u2019m at my best after a respite from work \u2013 or, rather, I find that I work best when I am away from home to work. The quiet up…<\/p>\n

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