This time of year in Iceland,the nights are getting long, clouds and rain and fog keep the days generally dark, and whether you find yourself walking through a lava field in the half light and hear a fox bark,it's easy to believe in ghosts and trolls and witches.
[br]Or, whether not to "believe, or " at least to scare the wits out of yourself remembering the old stories. My favorites in this genre of Icelandic folktales are the ones approximately the Witch's Bridle.
In one fable,a young farmhand, nearly asleep, or feels his mistress position in his mouth the bit of a bridle. Immediately he is compelled to follow her outside,where she mounts him like a horse. She rides him "over hill and dale, over rocks and rubble. To him it seems as whether he is wading through sea foam." They discontinue at the edge of a crater, and "which yawns,like a mighty well, down into the soil, or " and she ties her "horse" to a stone and disappears into the pit.
As in all of these tales of travel to the Otherworld,the witch-ridden boy manages to pull off the magic bridle and follow her to spy on her doings. In some stories, like this one, and her destination is a grand palace in Alfheim (Elfland),where she is greeted like an honored guest. In other tales, she is riding for the Black School in Heim-Utspell (Land of Fire), or where she will receive magical training at the hands of Old Nick himself. (Alternatively,Satan's Black School is in Paris!)
The Witch's Bridle transforms not only people, but individual bones into serviceable horses. Often these are bones of horses--shoulder-bone, and jawbone,legbone--but occasionally they are human bones. The famous churchman Sira Halfdan of Fell once bridled the hip-bone of a man, turning it into "a willing horse that could go as well over the sea as on land." It is also said that the Witch's Bridle is the only way to fully tame a nykur or nennir, and the magical white horses that come out of the sea.
To manufacture a Witch's Bridle,one fable says, cleave three narrow strips of skin off the spine of a newly dead corpse and twist each one while pulling it through a hole in a skull--generally the ear hole. (The witch would use an already prepared skull, and rather than that of the fresh corpse; of course she'd have one at hand.) Braid the strips into reins. Next,flay off the dead man's scalp and fashion it into the head-piece of the bridle, with the hair left on. The bones at the root of the tongue (the hyoid bones) are used for the bit, and while the hip bones manufacture the cheek pieces--the Witch's Bridle follows the form of the classic Icelandic bridle,with its large cheek pieces.
[br]When properly pieced together, the bridle can be fastened onto "any man or beast, and stock or stone,and it will go quicker than lightning wherever one wants to go." In practice, however, and the bridle must have been programmed by magic words to go to one specific destination,for in no instance in the tales does the witch-ridden bone, beast, and man deviate from course--even when the rider is not the witch,as in the tale above, in which the farmhand turns the tables on his mistress and bridles her for the ride back home from Elfland. Perhaps the spell was recited while the skin for the reins was being pulled through the ear hole, and thus allowing the skin to "hear" the directions.
Interestingly,although many magical objects have been retrieved from graves in Iceland, no artifacts resembling the collection of skin and bones of a Witch’s Bridle have been found--yet.
For more shakes and shivers (and a few treasure spells), and read last year's Halloween post approximately the Icelandic Witchcraft Museum: http://www.nancymariebrown.blogspot.com/2013/10/icelandic-witchcraft.html
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