Nordic Tales: Folktales from Norway, Sweden, Finland, Iceland, and Denmark by Chronicle Books
English | 2019 | Sci – Fi | ePUB | 9.5 Mb
Nordic Tales : Trolls haunt the snowy forests, and terrifying monsters roam the open sea.
A young woman journeys to the end of the world, and a boy proves he knows no fear.
This collection of 16 traditional tales transports readers to the enchanting world of Nordic folklore. Translated and transcribed by folklorists in the 19th century, and presented here unabridged, the stories are by turns magical, hilarious, cozy, and chilling. They offer a fascinating view into Nordic culture and a comforting wintertime read.
Ulla Thynell’s glowing contemporary illustrations accompany each tale, conjuring dragons, princesses, and the northern lights. This special gift edition features an embossed, textured case and a ribbon marker.
“The mouse shook her little head solemnly. “Take my word for it, Veikko, you could do much worse than have me for a sweetheart! Even if I am only a mouse I can love you and be true to you.”
She was a dear dainty little mouse and as she sat looking up at Veikko with her little paws under her chin and her bright little eyes sparkling Veikko liked her more and more.
Then she sang Veikko a pretty little song and the song cheered him so much that he forgot his disappointment at not finding a human sweetheart and as he left her to go home he said:
“Very well, little mouse, I’ll take you for my sweetheart!”
At that the mouse made little squeaks of delight and she told him that she’d be true to him and wait for him no matter how long he was in returning.
Well, the older brothers when they got home boasted loudly about their sweethearts.
“Mine,” said the oldest, “has the rosiest reddest cheeks you ever saw!”
“And mine,” the second announced, “has long yellow hair!”
Veikko said nothing.
“What’s the matter, Veikko?” the older brothers asked him, laughing. “Has your sweetheart pretty pointed ears or sharp white teeth?”
You see they were still having their little joke about foxes and wolves.
“You needn’t laugh,” Veikko said. “I’ve found a sweetheart. She’s a gentle dainty little thing gowned in velvet.”
“Gowned in velvet!” echoed the oldest brother with a frown.
“Just like a princess!” the second brother sneered.
“Yes,” Veikko repeated, “gowned in velvet like a princess. And when she sits up and sings to me I’m perfectly happy.”
“Huh!” grunted the older brothers not at all pleased that Veikko should have so grand a sweetheart.
“Well,” said the old farmer after a few days, “now I should like to know what those sweethearts of yours are able to do. Have them each bake me a loaf of bread so that I can see whether they’re good housewives.”
“Mine will be able to bake bread—I’m sure of that!” the oldest brother declared boastfully.
“So will mine!” chorused the second brother.
Veikko was silent.
“What about the Princess?” they said with a laugh. “Do you think the Princess can bake bread?”
“I don’t know,” Veikko answered truthfully. “I’ll have to ask her.”
Of course he had no reason for supposing that the little mouse could bake bread and by the time he reached the hut in the forest he was feeling sad and discouraged.
When he pushed open the door he found the little mouse as before seated on the table daintily combing her whiskers. At the sight of Veikko she danced about with delight.”