Gullveig : Friend Of Wicked Women
The Early Results
While Gullveig went back to Jarnvid to gather up the tree bark, moss, roots and tubers she needed to make her spell effective in the humans tasty concoction , Mjaðveig stayed behind and began to make more honey mead than she had ever made before. She filled every container, and pot and pan, before going to the market with the " seidr money " that Gullveig had magically conjured up for her to use to buy more supplies. She needed large amounts of yeast, honey and her special spices to flavor the mead. Gullveig had also made it clear that she was to buy several casks to hold the large quantities of their potion.
Mjaðveig hands shook as she handed the merchant the wooden disks that Gullveig had given her to use as coins. The Vanir Goddess had explained to her that whoever accepted these magical, but worthless disks, would believe that they were real silver coins. But it wasn't until the vendor gave her a few bronze coins as change that she realized just how strong Gullveig's magic truly was. The merchant who sold her the casks was so grateful in fact to make so much money that he hitched up his horses to his cart and delivered all of her supplies to her hut free of charge.
Once everything was inside Mjaðveig went back to making more of her special honey wine. Mjaðveig was stirring another batch of mead together when she suddenly had a horrible thought !
" Oh my ! I hope that Gullveig realizes that the mead has to ferment for months ! " she said out loud, fearing what the Goddess would do if she didn't know.
Suddenly, the door flew open startling Mjaðveig !
" Did you find all the ingredients you needed for your spell ? " Mjaðveig asked nervously without turning.
When the door slammed shut she glanced up to see why the Goddess had closed it so forcefully.
" Slagvi !! " she yelled in surprise as she realized it was her husband who had returned home.
" What in the nine worlds are you doing bitch ! " Slagvi screamed when he saw pots, pans, and other containers all over the hut.
Mjaðveig was scared ! Terrified in fact !! She wanted to run out of the hut and find Gullveig, but the only way for to leave was through her husband , and he did not look to be in a mood to let her by !
Slagvi strutted over to his tiny wife, pinned her arms to her sides and picked her up off of the floor.
" I said what are you doing you dumb little bitch !! " he screamed louder than before.
Mjaðveig was too fixated on her husband's anger to notice the door slowly open. If she had seen the Seidr Goddess enter the room she could also have watched as Gullveig picked up the dead chicken that was lying on the table near the door. Mjaðveig had broken the birds neck to serve it for dinner, but Gullveig had a much more sinister use for it.
" I do not believe that I know your name stranger. " the Goddess told the man who was holding Mjaðveig.
Slagvi turned and looked at the woman who was carrying a bag in one hand, and holding a chicken in the other, and laughed.
" My aren't you pretty ! Much like that bird you look ready for a good plucking ! " he told the stranger.
Gullveig placed the bag on the table and gave the male human a hard piercing stare.
" I asked you for your name ! " she said more sternly.
" I am Slagvi ! Now that you know my name why don't you tell me yours so we can get better acquainted. " he replied with a wink.
Gullveig did not smile, nor did she flinch a muscle. She simply held up the chicken, and chanted a spell. When she finished she replied to the man' s request.
" I do not have to tell you anything ! "
When she chanted a second spell Slagvi heard the woman use his name. Then to his surprise the chicken suddenly came back to life !
Slagvi threw his wife on the floor like a used towel and drew his sword.
" You witch ! I am going to kill you !! " he yelled as he moved forward.
Gullveig took one of the chicken's legs and broke it. The chicken and Slagvi both let out a scream at the same time, as the pain radiated through their bodies.
As he fell to the floor Slagvi screamed despite the agony that pulsed through his leg.
" You evil witch ! "
Gullveig said nothing. She simply grabbed the chicken's other leg and snapped it like a twig. Once again the human and the fowl made such unbearable noises that Mjaðveig had to cover her ears.
" Stop ! Stop !! Odin have mercy on me ! " Slagvi yelled as if he were speaking to the heavens.
Gullveig grabbed the bird by both wings and snapped them off at the joints.
As Slagvi screamed pitifully from the intense agony of four freshly broken bones, the Seidr Goddess grinned down at the humbled man.
" Odin cannot help you now ! " she informed the trembling human.
Gullveig then grabbed the chicken by the neck, and pointed to Mjaðveig.
" What say you, wife of this animal ? Life or death ? " she asked.
Mjaðveig did not need long to make her decision. She pointed her fist at her husband, and then gave him a thumbs down signal. Gullveig stood over the writhing man and slowly began to turn the chickens neck.
" No ! No !! Nah ...." Slagvi never finished his last word as he choked on his own blood.
The last thing he heard was the crack of his own neck, and then there was no more pain.
Mjaðveig slowly got up off of the floor and walked over to her husband's body. As she gazed down upon his distorted features she shook her head.
" Did you have to make it suffer so ? " she asked.
Gullveig's eyes narrowed.
" You have pity for this man ! ? " she asked Mjaðveig angrily.
Mjaðveig looked up at Gullveig and smiled.
" Oh ! Not him ! I mean that poor bird ! To die twice in one day,..... a bit much don' t you think ? " she asked with a laugh.
Gullveig could not help but roar with laughter. She liked this human ! She was devious and funny. Just the type of woman that the Goddess of Seidr was drawn to .
Mjaðveig saw that Gullveig was in a good mood and felt that it was a good time to tell her about the fermentation period for mead.
" Gullveig,..... I am afraid that there is one small thing about mead that you may not know. " she said timidly.
" And what is that, my dear ? " the Goddess asked.
" It takes time,.... months to ferment mead . " she informed her.
Gullveig laughed again.
" My dear ! If I can make wooden disks appear as silver coins, I can surely ferment your mixture in the blink of an eye. " she told the nervous human.
Relieved, Mjaðveig pointed to the corpse on the floor.
" If you will give me a hand to drag my husband's body outside, I will bury him in the woods. " she told Gullveig.
" That will not be necessary. " Gullveig replied.
The Goddess of Seidr stood over the corpse and chanted words that Mjaðveig did not understand. Her husband's body began to fade, and then it became translucent like a crystal. After a few more verses of the spell were spoken Slagvi's body disappeared like mist before the morning sun. When it was gone Gullveig turned her attention back to their plan.
" Now ! I see that you have made quite a bit of your delicious mead . Allow me a little time to add my special ingredients, and of course cast a spell of chaos over it, and then we will go down to the market and begin to give out samples to the folk there. " Gullveig told Mjaðveig as though nothing unpleasant had just taken place.
Mjaðveig, who was now more afraid of the Goddess than ever, reminded Gullveig in a timid tone :
" And the fermentation. We can't forget about the fermenting of the mead. "
Gullveig placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
" Using transference magic, and a chicken, I just killed your husband right before your eyes ! Trust me, my dear, a fermentation spell is a very simple matter ! " she explained to the human woman in an annoyed tone.
Mjaðveig decided right then and there that in the future she would only speak if spoken to. For she had seen first hand what happened to those who angered the Goddess of Seidr.
Before leaving, Gullveig transformed herself back into Arinvi so she would not be too conspicuous to the villagers. As they rode up to the market square, in Mjaðveig's rickety cart, the Seidr Queen was happy at what she saw. Although she had been worried that they had missed the busiest time of day, the late afternoon market was still packed with merchants selling their goods, and buyers eager to haggle for the best price.
Mjaðveig could not believe how easy it was to give out samples of her mead. It became quickly obvious that no one in her village, male or female, ever turned down a free drink when it was offered, and that included the other vendors. Some, though not as many as Mjaðveig would have liked, also purchased more of her mead to bring home with them. While other vendors packed up their goods and left, Arinvi and Mjaðveig stayed at the market giving away free samples until darkness began to fall. They were the last to leave.
Mjaðveig then broke her own rule and asked Gullveig a question.
" I watched closely those who drank the magic potion, but I did not notice any change in their demeanor. Did the spell not work ? "
Arinvi / Gullveig grimaced when she saw the consternation etched on the human's face. Midgardians always wanted things NOW ! They needed rain NOW ! They wanted the harvest brought in NOW ! They needed an answer NOW ! And they needed results NOW ! They did not seem to understand that some things take time !
" Midgardians are so impatient ! " the Goddess whispered under her breath.
" What ? " Mjaðveig asked, not quite hearing Gullveig's remark.
" My dear, when we come back tomorrow I think you will see that my little hate elixir has begun to work. " she answered patiently.
The next morning Mjaðveig and Gullveig awoke early and quickly ate a small breakfast. Gullveig once again transformed herself into the plain looking Arinvi, and the two walked cheerfully to the marketplace to observe their handiwork. In the early morning it was fairly quiet. The vendors were not too busy and the atmosphere was fairly calm. As the morning wore on, however, the vendors became nastier and nastier, and their customers lost their patience very quickly.
The pleasant haggling that Arinvi / Gullveig had witnessed the other day was soon replaced by angry shouting matches, with both merchants and their customers feeling they were being cheated. By the time Sunna had reached her apex husbands and wives were quarreling at best, while some were screaming at each other without concern with making fools of themselves.
When, in the early afternoon several fist fights broke out, the Goddess and her accomplice decided it would be better to observe the rest of the day from the safety of the woods on the side of the road that led out of town. They soon realized that their decision to leave the square was a wise one because late in the afternoon a general melee broke out, and swords, knives and axes were drawn. Only when the chieftain's warriors arrived did things finally calm down. Soon thereafter all the vendors and shoppers went home, as did Arinvi and Mjaðveig .
As they were walking back to Mjaðveig's hut, Arinvi / Gullveig turned to her Midgardian comrade, and with a smile asked :
" So what do you think of my potion now ? "
Mjaðveig grinned from ear to ear.
" I think that Odin and the other Gods are going to be very angry and confused,by all the chaos that your spell is going to create here in Midgard ! " she replied with a laugh.
Arinvi / Gullveig stopped for a moment and changed herself back into a Goddess.
" Yes ! It was a good first day wasn't it ! " she exclaimed with a little giggle.
- End Chapter 4
- Next : Chapter 5 : Epidemic !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.