The Spirit Tamer
Alva : The Shaman's Assistant
" What was all that weirdness out in my fields ? You looked as though you were having some sort of convulsions ! " Regnaldr wanted to know before he left the safety of his home.
Naddoður gave the nervous farmer a reassuring smile as he replied.
" You should not have been concerned. I, nor you, were in any real danger. I was merely seeking to reach out to the creature who is tormenting you. " he told Regnaldr.
The farmer raised his eyebrows hopefully as he opened the door a little further.
" And did you contact the creature ? " he asked.
Naddoður gave a short chuckle.
" Yes,.... and no ! " he replied.
Regnaldr frowned at the Shaman's response.
" What does that mean exactly ? " he inquired.
Naddoður patted the farmer on the shoulder and looked him right in the eye.
" I did not contact the Deildegast that is haunting your property, but I have reached someone,... or something, that advised me on how to eradicate your problem. " the Shaman explained.
Ragnaldr looked at the Shaman suspiciously and asked yet another question.
" Deildegast ! ? "
" Yes ! " Naddoður answered with an air of excitement.
" It seems that a man named Magnbjorn, a long time ago, cheated his neighbors by moving his border stones and enlarging his property. This evil act cursed his soul, and imprisoned him within the false boundaries that he set up. " he told the farmer.
" A prison of his own making ! " he interjected.
" A very good analogy my friend ! " the Shaman agreed.
Ragnaldr scratched his chin and became more serious.
" But how do we get rid of this imprisoned soul ? " he asked.
" Well ! It seems that the Deildegast cannot put the stones back where they belong on his own,... so with Alva acting as an intermediary, we shall put them back in their original locations for him. " he explained to the nervous farmer.
Ragnaldr once again gave the Shaman a puzzled look.
" Alva ? " he asked.
Naddoður rolled his eyes before replying.
" She is the little flying,..... thing,.... that came to me when I was searching for the Deildegast. She is willing to help us to get rid of the trapped soul. " he explained hesitantly to Ragnaldr.
The farmer did not quite know what to say.
" Alright,... when do we start ? " he asked.
Naddoður pointed to the border of the farmer's property.
" Now is always the best time to get rid of evil spirits. " he told Ragnaldr.
When they reached the current position of the property line, Alva appeared as if out of nowhere. Naddoður was not surprised that the farmer could not see the little fairy as it buzzed around the two of them. For only someone who believed in such things could allow their minds to accept the spiritual world. The farmer did, however, become a little nervous when he began to speak to no one in particular.
" Oh I see ! " the Shaman said to the air. " So the inner tree line was the old boundary marker between the properties."
Ragnaldr shrugged his shoulders.
" So what do we do ? " he asked.
Naddoður pointed to the inner tree line that lay fifty feet to the left of the current border wall.
" We have to move all the stones in that wall to the tree line. That is where Alva tells me the original boundary was between the two properties. " he explained.
The farmer gave the Shaman a funny grin.
" Well,... alright,.... as long as Alva told you that. " the farmer responded.
Naddoður and Ragnaldr immediately went to work on moving the stones. As the work slowly progressed Ragnaldr became convinced that the Shaman was not actually talking to anyone, but was merely putting on a show for his sake. From time to time he would even tell Naddoður to ask the fairy a question, for which he received an immediate response from the Shaman. The back and forth banter made the hard work of moving the stone wall more fun, but as the sun fell and the moon rose in the sky it became evident that it would take several days before they could move every stone to it's new location.
On the evening of the fifth day Ragnaldr put the last stone in place, wiped his sweaty brow, and then asked the Shaman the only question that was left to ask :
" Well ! What happens now ? "
Naddoður shrugged his shoulders.
" Alva tells me that we have to wait. " he told the farmer as he sat down on the wall.
Ragnaldr joined the Shaman on the wall and waited impatiently for thunder, lightning, or anything that would indicate that the Deildegast had left. But there was nothing. When the sun completely set behind the hills, and Mani began to glow overhead, he began to wonder why they had labored so hard over the past few days.
As evening turned into the dead of night Ragnaldr, who was exhausted from moving the stones, and becoming very annoyed with Naddoður's constant conversations with himself, decided to go back to his house and rest. As he hopped off of the wall, however, Naddoður stopped him.
" I do not think that you will want to miss what will happen next ! " he assured the farmer, who reluctantly sat back down.
When Mani was directly overhead, and the new day was about to begin, a strange mist slowly rose up out of the dew that had formed on the grass. When the mist reached approximately seven or eight feet high on the property it began to glow. Naddoður was the first to spot the specter and quickly pointed it out to the farmer.
Ragnaldr could not believe what he was seeing. A man, dressed in clothing from a bygone era, stood on the inside of the new border looking out over the wall. He glanced over to the two living beings, making eye contact with both before climbing on top of the low border wall. The ghost stood there for a moment seemingly not knowing what to do next. Then, like a person testing the temperature of pond water with his toe, he placed his foot gently on the ground on the far side.
Both Naddoður and Ragnaldr could not help but see the look of shock on the spirit's face as his foot touched the ground. With one foot still on the wall and the other on the ground he once again looked over at the living. When Naddoður nodded to the ghost he carefully took his foot off of the wall and placed it on the soil next to the other one.
The one who was once called Magnbjorn, according to Alva, paused for a moment before taking a few tentative steps forward. The glowing figure then stopped one last time and waved to the two humans, and the Elf, who had broken the curse, before walking to freedom. The last thing that Naddoður and Ragnaldr heard was what sounded like the man weeping as he disappeared into the distance.
Naddoður patted Ragnaldr on the back nearly knocking him off of the wall.
" Magnbjorn is free, .... and now you too are free from the curse that bound him to this property ! " he explained to the farmer.
Ragnaldr was shocked by all that he had seen that night, and did not know quite what to say.
" Now that the spirit is at rest. I think we too should get some rest. " he told Naddoður as he pointed to the house.
When they reached the front door of his home Ragnaldr stopped, turned, and looked back at the wall they had moved.
" That really did happen,..... didn't it ? ! " he asked.
" Yes ! Magnbjorn's spirit is as real as my assistant Alva ! " he replied as he pointed at the air over his shoulder.
Ragnaldr rolled his eyes.
" Ah,... yes,..., Alva, your little flying fairy. " he said in a whimsical tone that made them both laugh.
- End Chapter 6
- Next : Chapter 7 : The Vardøgr
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