The Spirit Tamer
" A Deildegast !? "
The Shaman shook his head with disgust before turning and heading off into Haddingjadalr.
" I will put the past behind me, and look forward to new adventures. " he whispered to himself.
Naddoður found a well worn path that led east, and followed it where it would take him. By noon the ' path ' had become much more pronounced, and he could see that it was often used by carts and wagons, therefore indicating that he was close to an inhabited area. And as the day turned to dusk the Shaman noticed a wisp of smoke off in the distance, and changed direction to investigate.
" A hot cooked meal, and a warm place by the fire, is the responsibility of every householder in the Northway. I will call upon this residence, and as a wanderer ask for hospitality. " he told himself with a hopeful smile.
Naddoður knocked upon the door of the modest farmhouse, but received no answer. Using his staff he pounded upon the door with much more authority hoping for a better result.
" Go away evil spirit ! You shall not gain entrance into my home ! " a voice shouted from the other side of the door.
The response puzzled and angered Naddoður.
" I am but a weary traveler in search of the hospitality of a stranger. " the Shaman shot back.
" How do I know that you are not the evil spirit that haunts my land ? " the voice asked suspiciously.
Naddoður frowned at the entranceway as though it were the face behind the door.
" My name is Naddoður, and I am a Shaman. If you need help ridding yourself of a haunting creature, then maybe I can help you,.... but not if I cannot speak to you in person. " he replied.
The door slowly creaked open, and a middle - aged man poked his head through the doorway.
" Hmm ! You look real enough ! " the owner said, still not convinced of the stranger's identity.
" Are you telling the truth about being a Shaman ? " he quickly added.
" Yes ! I am a Warrior Shaman, and for a hot meal, and a warm place to bed down by your fire, I will be more than willing to discuss your spirit problem. " he told the nervous man.
As the door opened halfway, the man's eyes darted left and right, as if he might miss something important if he did not try and see everything all at once. The man then gave Naddoður a quick look over before grabbing his arm, and quickly pulling him inside. When he was safe within the confines of the farmhouse the man closed the door and latched it tightly.
" My name is Regnaldr, and I was just sitting down to my supper when you came calling. Have yourself a seat at my table and I will get you a bowl of venison stew, and a cold drink of ale ! " he told the Shaman.
Before Naddoður could taste even one spoonful of the hot stew the scared little man began to tell him all about the creature that was terrorizing his property.
" I should have known that something was wrong when I bought this property. It was twice as large as most of the other farms I had looked at, and it was only half the price. But,.... it seemed such a bargain that I could not pass it up. " he told the Shaman before pausing.
" Unfortunately this property is haunted by a creature that walks only within the boundaries of my land. I can actually hear it's footsteps outside of my house on quiet nights. It scares my chickens, making them unable to lay eggs, and it frightens my cow so much it will not produce milk. And when the moon is full, I can see it's shimmering image in the mist,... and it,... it,.... almost looks human ! " he explained.
Naddoður swallowed what was in his mouth, and smiled at his host.
" Well ! There is a moon tonight, so why don't we take a walk around your property after we finish our supper. " he suggested to the farmer.
Ragnaldr, emboldened by Naddoður's company, took the Shaman out to his fields. For several hours they walked around his farm searching for the specter. The creature, however, was nowhere to be found. Finally, tired of walking all around the man's property, Naddoður halted the farmer and asked :
" Where do you see this apparition most often ? "
Ragnaldr thought for only a moment before answering :
" At the border with my neighbor's property to the east. " he replied.
Naddoður followed Regnaldr over to the property line and looked around, but he saw nothing of any significance. Tired of searching in the real world the Shaman decided it was time to look for this demon in the other world.
" I am going to try and contact this evil wight through the use of this potion that helps me to see and speak with those from the spirit world. " he informed Ragnaldr.
As Naddoður drank the elixir Ragnaldr stepped back as though he might explode. And when the Shaman knelt down and began to moan and gyrate it was more than the simple farmer could take. Without saying a word Ragnaldr ran back to his house and bolted the door shut behind him.
Naddoður reached out with his mind to any and all creatures residing on the property. He was answered by nothing more than the chirping of crickets, and the other various sounds that fill the night. Just when he began to think that the landowner was imagining the ghost, he heard a strange buzzing in his ear. As a Shaman Naddoður knew better than to swat at the creature until he was sure that it was simply an annoying insect. Instead he slowly turned his head to see if it were an insect or a wight. What he saw was neither !
Flying near his face, on silvery wings, was a beautiful human looking creature with elongated ears, and the most beautiful golden hair he had ever seen. For a moment he stared at the little creature before he remembered why he was here in the first place.
" Are you the creature that is haunting this land ? " he asked in a pleasant, non- threatening tone.
A scowl came upon the tiny creatures face as it stared deeply into his eyes.
" I am not a,.... " creature ",.... I am Alva ! " she answered as if she were hurt by the question.
Naddoður looked at the tiny winged thing, and despite trying not to laugh, chuckled anyway.
" And what is an Alva ? " he inquired.
The tiny creature frowned, and pouted her lips.
" I am Alva, as you are Naddoður. It is my name. " she corrected him.
Then she quickly asked :
" What is a haunting ? "
Now it was Naddoður's turn to frown.
" Are you the one who is tormenting the owner of this land ? " he asked instead of answering her question.
Alva's entire body glowed brighter as she answered.
" It is not I who is tormenting this landowner. It is a Deildegast. " she explained happily.
" A Deildegast ? ! " Naddoður exclaimed.
Naddoður's interest excited the little winged fairy.
" Yes ! His name in Magnbjorn, and when he owned this property many years ago he moved his border stones to enlarge his property without his neighbor's permission. When he died his evil deed imprisoned his spirit to this land until the border stones are brought back to their original positions. " she informed the Shaman.
Naddoður nodded that he understood.
" I see ! But why doesn't the Deildegast simply move the stones back himself ? " he asked.
The little fairy giggled.
" You are silly, one called Naddoður. He is a spirit now and has no substance. When he tries to lift the stones they slip right through his fingers. That is why he constantly moans in agony. " she told him.
Naddoður thought for a moment.
" Can you communicate with this Deildegast ? " he asked.
Alva gave him an impish grin.
" Of course I can ! " she replied happily.
Naddoður placed his hands on his hips and looked around the property.
" Then together we will release this Deildegast, named Magnbjorn, from his imprisonment . " he told her confidently.
- End Chapter 5
- Next : Chapter 6 : Alva : The Shaman's Assistant
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart), © Copyright, 2017.