Monday

Aslög aka Aslaug or Kráka


Maria Klugh: 'Tales from the Far North', 1909
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Aslög, daughter of Sigurd and Brunhild, becomes an
orphan and is adopted by an old harp player, Heimir -
Brunhild’s father. Concerned about her safety, Heimir
hides Aslög in his harp and travelled as a poor harpplayer
carrying the harp containing the girl.

Once they arrived at Spangereid, Norway, where they
could stay for the night in the house of Åke and Grima.
As Heimir slept he was murdered by Grima. They then
broke the harp, they discovered a little girl, who they
raised as their own, calling her Kráka (Crow).
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August Malmström (1829-1901):
'Heimir and Aslög', 1856
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King Heimir and Aslög postcard
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King Heimir and Aslög postcard by J.A. Malmström
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August Malmström (1829-1901):
'Heimir and Aslög', 1857
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Gertrude Demain Hammond: 'Aslaug'
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Kráka from 1862 by Mårten Eskil Winge (1825-1896)
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Aslög/Kráka grew up and became the most beautiful woman.
Once as she was bathing, she was discovered by some of
Ragnar Lodbrok's men, who had been sent ashore to bake
bread. Confused by Kraka's beauty, they allowed the bread
to be burnt, and when Ragnar enquired about this mishap,
they told him about the girl. Ragnar then sent for her,
but in order to test her wits, he commanded her neither to
arrive dressed nor undressed, neither hungry nor full
and neither alone nor in company. Kraka arrived dressed
in a net, biting an onion and with only the dog as a companion.
Impressed, Ragnar married her and she gave him the
sons, Ivar the Boneless, Björn Ironside, Hvitserk and Ragnvald



Mårten Eskil Winge (1825-1896):
Kráka clad in a net sitting with a dog, 1893
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The courtship of Regnar Lodbrog/Lodbrok
Kraka wearing a net with Regnar Lodbrok (left)
and Princess Thora - his 2nd wife (right)
by Lorenz Frølich, 1854
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Kraka the Wise
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6 comments:

Maria said...

I like very much nordic mythology, and the images you posted are fabulous, thanks for share!

Aputsiaq said...

It is actually very interesting..I grew up with it because my mother loved it too...so it has a special meaning to me...

Maria said...

Ohh Mette...gracias por compartir esto conmigo.
Mi madre significa mucho para mi, no puedo imaginar el mundo sin ella, pero cuando ella no esté mas, veré todo a través de sus ojos tambien...
A huuug!

Aputsiaq said...

You're welcome Maria! My mother died when I was very young...

Maria said...

Oh..i sorry reading this...
You must be a strong woman...

Aputsiaq said...

No, I'm not...I wish I was ;O))